Delia Vidal has never shied away from her muggle-born identity, nor did she understand what the problem was with it. When she opened up her Muggle Shop in Diagon Alley, she knew she wouldn't get much business. But she wanted to at least make informa...
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"YOU TOLD ME I could choose to not be a prick before." He stared at her as she stayed silent. Delia was a bit shocked to even be in the position she was in currently. Plus, Malfoy had sided with the Death Eaters, the people who had killed so many of her friends. The people who made her parents move back to Spain. The people who made her have to go into hiding. "I thought I didn't have a choice for most of my life." Delia still didn't say anything. "I know you must hate me. But I'm here, right? I wanna get it. I wanna get the whole muggle thing."
"So what are you saying?" Delia had a slight smirk on her face.
"What do you mean?"
"You're saying you're a..."
Draco hesitated and sighed, "I'm a... prick."
"It gets a bit lonely being a prick doesn't it?" Delia had a kind smile on her face this time. She had said the same thing in their sixth year.
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Delia had been wandering around the castle, procrastinating starting her Potion's homework. This particular day, as she explored the halls, she heard crying in the girl's bathroom. A big part of her just wanted to ignore it. Whoever was crying obviously wanted to be on their own. But what if she could help? What if whatever says or does makes them feel even a little bit better?That was enough to make her go in.
She wasn't expecting to see Draco Malfoy crying. He definitely didn't deserve her help but... he just looked so utterly broken.
"Uh... Hey," she finally let out. "Are you okay?"
"What are you doing here? I'm fine." In a second his guard was back up. In that moment, Delia knew how lonely he must be. And even Malfoy didn't deserve that.
"Okay. Then do you mind if I just hang out here?" Delia started walking over to where he sat stiffly by the sinks.
"I don't need help from—"
"I didn't ask if you needed help... git." She slid down next to him carefully as if he was a spooked animal.
"Well, I mind then. I want nothing to do with the likes of you."
"That's a shame. Doesn't it get lonely being a prick all the time? You know you don't have to be one, right?"
"You don't know anything about me."
"After today, I'm not sure anyone really knows anything about you." He got up suddenly and started on his way, almost to the door when she said, "Well, if you ever decide to not be a prick, let me know. I reckon I could use more friends." And then he was gone. She wasn't sure if he had heard her or just ignored her. But she barely saw him around the castle after then. By the end of the year, she maybe saw him two more times. Smiling at him in the halls didn't work the way it did when she was a second year.
