Blood In the Water

chapter 17.

Sarah woke up the next morning feeling refreshed for the first time in a while. She quickly got ready for the day before leaving for breakfast in the Great Hall. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen."
"Why are in such a good mood?"
"I slept really well last night. I actually feel rested for the first time in months." All of a sudden,an owl dropped down a rather large present in the center of their table, nearly knocking over Sarah's coffee. "Who's it for?"
"Harry."
"Where is he?"
"Dunno, but let's open it."
"That doesn't seem like a good idea. We should let Harry open it."
"Hermione, we don't know when Harry is going to show up at breakfast, if he even does show up."
"What if it's a bomb or something?" George began.
"We could be saving his life."
"See, Fred and George understand."
"I don't think that's a good basis for comparison." Apparently, Ron had had enough with their reasoning and decided to open it, revealing a brand new Firebolt.
  "Harry's coming! Cover up the broom." Ron ran to meet Harry across the room, overjoyed at even knowing someone who owns a Firebolt.
  "Christ, Garry. Someone's really looking out for you."
  "I wish I had one."
  "Our day will come, Kaylee. The sun will shine on us." Sarah mockingly sobbed as she clutched her heart and lowered herself to the ground dramatically.
  Sarah could see Harry grinning from ear to ear at the note that came along with the brim as all of Sarah's fellow students, and Sarah, encouraged Harry to try out the brook immediately.
  Harry swiped the broom off of the table before bolting out of the Great Hall; Sarah saw innocent glee on Harry's face for what felt like the first time in years. He was happy, and even if that happiness didn't last until the end of the day, at least Harry was able to be carefree and enjoy his youthful innocence for some time. Almost no one could argue that Harry didn't deserve to rest after all of the trials and tribulations Harry had went through in the past few years; those years do not even include the emotional trauma he is handling when he stays with the Dursleys during the summer months.
  Harry placed the broom on the ground, angling himself above it before leaping into the air. The advertisements were not exaggerating when they said that the Firebolt was the fastest broom to be ever made. Sarah found herself cheering with the rest of the students gathered to watch Harry's trial run of his new broom which he so desperately needed after his incident earlier in the year.
  Harry was flooded with questions as he landed back on the ground, so Sarah decided that she would just talk with him later. On the way back into the Great Hall, Sarah heard someone calling her name. She turned around to find Ava standing behind her with her hands folded behind her back and a grin covering her face. "So, I was just in the Slytherin common room as I normally am, and I just happened across a note that Draco Malfoy seemingly began to write to you."
  "How did you happen across this note?"
  "Entirely by chance, but if you are going to question my ways, I guess you don't want to know what the note says."
  "Fine. Give me the note."
  "Ask nicely."
  "Please, give me the note."
  "See, that wasn't so hard now was it?" Sarah pried the note out of Ava's hand and began to unfold it. There was no question whether Draco had wrote it or not; he had extremely distinct handwriting that, strangely enough, including an abundance of curls in each letter. Sarah silently read the note to herself, attempting to ignore Ava's unwavering stare.
  Sarah, I don't know what you're doing to me, but I don't think I mind it. I didn't totally hate last night or hate that it was with you. I think that's what I kinda liked about it actually.
                                                           D. Malfoy
  "Holy shit!"
  "What?! What does it say?!"
  "Don't pretend like you didn't already read it."
  "Okay, so if I possibly had quickly peaked at the note before ah gave it to you, I'd have to ask  how you feel about this, and how you feel about him?"
  "He's not a relationship person and neither am I. Just not going to do anything because he obviously didn't want me to read this. Or anyone to read this. I don't hate whatever this thing he and I have going on right now. I'd rather it stay this way, you know."
  "How mature of you, Sarah."
  "I know I'm a bit of an icon."
  "Who are you kidding? We are both extreme international icons. We cross gender lines, social lines, economic lines, religious lines, race lines, and political lines. We define the line."
  "We are the line." Sarah and Ava high-fived each other before entering the Great Hall, the second time for Sarah that morning and the first for Ava. Sarah's eyes flickered over to Draco to discover that his eyes were already lingering on her. She quickly shoved the note into her back pocket and swallowed down her nerves as she walked past the group at the Slytherin table consisting of Crabbe, Goyle, Draco, Blaise, Pansy, and Ava. As she passed, she swore that she saw Draco wink at her. Money can make people become awfully bold, and Draco Malfoy was no exception to that. Sarah slid next to Ron, plucking a strawberry off of his plate, and attempted to ignore Draco for the rest of breakfast. The key word there is attempted.

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sorry it's a little short