"I was a fool to think I could ever stay away from you as a kid. Just a taste of temptation and you'll have its sweetness on your lips forever."
Draco Malfoy and Estelle Vaile were allowed to care about each other once. How long can you ignore the...
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Chapter 10
End of The First Year
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Three days I had spent in the bright sunlight of the hospital wing nervously watching Harry's chest rise and fall hoping that his next breath would come with the opening of his eyes. In the end, much to my disbelief, everything ended up okay. Hermione joined me not long after I carefully crept and levitated Ron past the Key's still angrily twitching from before. There were a riddle and a potion in the next room but there was only enough potion left for one person to go forward. My nerves worried about Harry facing Snape alone but it felt soothing to have Hermione help me with the pale-faced Ron. We never even made it to the owlery, because Dumbledore had burst through the floor of Devil's Snare. He looked furious and moved quickly on after we quickly told him the situation but not before sending a beautiful, blue phoenix made of magical light upward into the ceiling. As we deliberated on how to get through the wall of plants, McGonagall appeared, slightly flustered, and helped us bring Ron to the hospital wing. He woke within a few hours and Madam Pomfrey fixed him up in a flash.
Soon we learned about what really happened. It was Quirrell, not Snape that tried to steal the stone. Harry fought it off long enough for Dumbledore to rescue him but nearly burnt out every drop of his energy doing so. The stone was destroyed and soon everyone knew about what happened with Quirrell. Each day the huge stack of candy grew at the foot of Harry's bed, clearly forgiven for losing so many points, and many people came up to Ron, Hermione, and I hoping for details, which we kept tight-lipped. Except for Ron, who really enjoyed some of the attention at first.
The candy was sometimes the only meal we ate while we waited by Harry's bed. He wouldn't mind if we had some anyway. Well, I'm pretty sure. Madam Pomfrey eventually had to shoo us out each day as to not interfere with Harry's healing.
"I don't see how us sitting there does anything bad," Ron muttered grumpily snacking on some candy from Harry's growing stash. Hermione and I agreed silently as we aimlessly wandered the halls. It was good to finally be able to walk around without getting glares. I'd even managed to avoid Draco and Co for the past three days.
"Estelle," A quiet voice appeared from beside me, "Can I have a word?"
Looking up, I frowned at the sight of Jareth shifting his weight around slightly. Hermione and Ron looked at me uncertainly but with a deep sigh, I nodded letting them walk off a little bit away. Jareth cleared his throat as I stared up at him frowning. We hadn't spoken since he called me an idiot for losing the points. Admittedly, we were idiots for forgetting the cloak.
