To Be (Draco Malfoy x Emerald Black)

VII

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Draco's POV from the tower:

I peered out of the window into the fading night sky. The stars were covered by fog, their light still visible along with the moonlight. The lake was glistening as if the stars had fallen upon it.. I wish I were a star. I could just stay in the sky and look pretty every night. I did harm, nor good. But deep down I know all I am doing to cause is harm. Better to get the reputation doing it here than anyone else...

All was peaceful until I hear a pattering of footsteps. I swear if it's Parkinson I am going to jump right out of this window.

But it wasn't. I give a side eyed look and see its Emerald Black. Her hair, brighter than mine, reflected the moonlight as her tainted expression said it all. She knew. Here come the bloody insults. Deny, deny, deny.

"What do you want, Black."  I admit, it was nice having some sort of company, even annoying. I just want to know how she knew I was up here when I only came up here alone and informed no one of it.

Next thing I knew her and I were bickering over Kate Bell getting hurt. I didn't intend for that to happen, unfortunately. She wasn't supposed to get hurt. Someone else was. Either way, it wasn't my choice. I had to, as simple as that. It's the only way to make my father proud of me for once.

But no one would understand.

Before I knew it, she stammered out of the tower, down the steps in anger and.. hurt? Why was she bloody hurt. It's not like she was dealing with the Dark Lord and his commands. Naïve girl. The only thing that stunned me was when she told me what she saw in me. She didn't see some horrible boy who liked to bully everyone, but she saw a potential in me that I know I honestly don't have, and I could care less. I don't want help, I and I won't accept her help nonetheless. I was dragged into this, and I know the feeling. I will not drag Emerald Black into my world of hate, killing, bloodshed, and violence. She was too pure for that; or was she? She was a Slytherin after all, so she had something interesting about her at the very least. She was a boring girl to me.

I don't know the girl; hardly. And it feels as if I knew her well. Today in that stupid potions class.. I smelled her. Her. I hated to admit it. And I only knew it was her because it was always that overwhelming sweet spice scent. She looked to me as if she knew.. did she? Or had she smelled me too? I refused to believe that. We were attracted to bullying and attacking one another, and the girl was simply annoying. I don't want her to be attracted to me, and I her. But ever since that class, something snapped in me that I hated.

I look out the window once again and breathe out, watching my cloud of breath dissipate into the atmosphere.

But I won't forget what I smelled. Our eyes didn't meet out of pure coincidences. Her smell was easy to pick up as it was already familiar to me; every time she walked by me or flipped her hair (even in my face first year) she always smelled of pumpkin, ginger, and slight vanilla. It was such a sweet smell, it almost made me barf at times. Either too much perfume or it originally came to her. She was quite a weird one.

I have too much to focus on to think about some girl. But I couldn't help myself. She has already seen a side of me no one saw.. I shouldn't have yelled so harshly, but she did deserve it. Her causation was true but harsh. I didn't need reminded of what kind of person I am and who I am going to become.

I turn around and head down the tower's steps, descending all the way down into the common room. She was there. Asleep on the black leather couch in front of the fire with a book in front of her. A black note book and a green quill.. I didn't know she wrote. I swiftly walk over to her and grab the objects, transporting them to her room with the flick of my wand. Knowing her to freak out, I wrote a small note as well claiming that I did so.

I only wonder what that girl wrote. But that was for her to tell me, not for me to find out.

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I awoke on the leather couch of the common room. That's embarrassing.. but then I remember what happened last night and now I was even more bloody embarrassed. Marvelous, Em. You've done it again. I was even so frustrated last night I had to write in my-

My journal.

Where is it.

I frantically look around but see a slip of paper above my head.

Don't worry Black, I transported them to your room. Wouldn't want them getting in the wrong hands. - D

- and no. I didn't look.

Draco. Maybe that was his weird way of apologizing. I'm not sure, he's just.. peculiar. It was Sunday, and I admittedly couldn't wait for the week to start. The Yule Ball was this Friday. Daphne and I decided to go dress shopping today, being that the school week always gets hectic.

I rush to the room and throw on a pair of blue jeans and a grey long sleeve sweater. Something simple, it was getting colder out and snowfall was expected here soon; hopefully before the Ball. I couldn't believe I was thinking this, but I was excited. I meet Daphne at the Great Hall for breakfast, and see Dra- Malfoy there, in all his holiness. He was sitting farther than usual, but would take several short glances at me. Why? I do not know.

After breakfast, Daphne and I went to Hogsmeade on our brooms and browsed around. Gladrags Wizardwear always had beautifully made dresses, especially for the Yule ball.

Daphne started dragging out dresses as soon as we stepped in. Purple was her all time favorite color, especially midnight purple. Therefore, she had picked one out fairly fast. It was beautiful; it had a backless back, lace trim, and it stretched down to the floor making a small waterfall train. The sleeves were long, but see through. It screamed Daphne perfectly, and I knew Cedric would agree as well.

I had chosen two dresses; one was a deep emerald green with shorter sleeves, a lace back and front trimmed with small flowers everywhere, and it had slight glitter on the top. The other one was black, with emerald green trim and flowers lacing the front. It was incredibly hard to choose. But with Daphne and the worker's advice, they said the emerald green dress would fit my complexion perfectly.

Daphne then said something I never expected:

"Welcome to operation, make Draco Malfoy's mouth drop."

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HERE IS THE PICTURE OF THE DRESS: