Lost - draco malfoy

twenty three

- It's U by Cavetown - 

"Bella, we need a word"

My attention quickly snapped away from the warmth of the crackling fire to Isadora and Hermione walking into the common room. Looks of confusion were illustrated across their faces.

"Yes?" I asked, the tiredness was obvious in my voice.

"First of all, are you mental?" Isadora asked as she lazily slumped down onto the couch, resting her legs upon the table.

Hermione took a seat next to her in a more gentle manner. "What she is trying to say, is...we heard you rejected Blue."

I stared back at the both of them who looked at me in confusion, in desperate need and want of an answer. Of course, it was not a common occurrence that a girl would reject Blue Silverling. But how could I answer them, when I couldn't even answer it myself?

"Yeah, I did" is all I said.

I stood up from the floor and took a seat across from them. They both looked at eachother, and it seemed like it wasn't the answer they had hoped for.

"Why, don't you like him?" Hermione asked.

I sighed and shrugged my shoulders, "I do like him. I mean, he's sweet, kind, funny and everything any girl could ever want. But him being my boyfriend... just doesn't seem right to me."

"Commitment issues, huh?" Isadora said. 

"Possibly. I think he's just better as a friend." I laughed.

"Well, that makes sense. We were just confused, as anyone would be-" "Yes, because it's Blue Silverling. I know"

"Bella doesn't need a man to be happy. None of us do... I'd like one though" Isadora sighed, resting back into the couch.

"Still no luck with Neville?" Hermione asked.

"No luck? Hermione, Is doesn't dare to show any hints to him that she likes him. How's the poor boy supposed to know?"

"Hey, my mum always taught me that if a boy is mean to you, he likes you. So naturally, I'm using that approach with Neville. One day he'll realise that my remarks are me trying to flirt" Isadora said proudly.

"Great plan Is..." Hermione laughed.

If a boy is mean to you...he likes you.

I didn't think that was true. If it was, I would believe that Draco Malfoy liked me. But, that would be absolutely mental.

Completely mental...

Harry had finally been convinced by Hermione to begin lessons on Defense against the Dark Arts. And he was to talk to us about it in a pub called the Hog's Head. As dodgy as it was, the main point of attraction was the lesser chance of being overheard.

The pub was different from The Three Broomsticks. It had a less... homey feel. It was dingy, dirty, and grimy. You wouldn't have to look at it to be aware of that. You could close your eyes, and still smell it. It was only dimly lit with stubs of candles.

"Oh, I don't know about this Hermione"

"We'll be fine, I just don't think we should parade about what we're doing"

The four of us made our way to the bar, where a grumpy looking man stood there cleaning grimy glasses.I didn't think the dirty rag he was using to clean the glasses could be doing too much good. I smiled at him, but he didn't smile back.

"Four butter beers please" Ron said to him. "Eight sickles." the man replied grimly.

We took a seat at the table that was furthest from the bar. And furthest away from all the suspicious characters who lurked in here. "You know what, we could order anything we like from here. That bloke would sell us anything, I've always wanted to try fire whiskey" Ron said excitedly.