The Girl Who Lived

Friendless

"Mother...Father...this is my friend, Kira Zabini," Draco introduces. He looks around nervously. I look around as well. This place is humongous! It's so dark, though. I don't mind it, really. I mean, I certainly wouldn't choose to live here, but to each their own. I shake Mrs. Malfoy's hand and then Mr. Malfoy's. He kisses my hand. "You...are related to the Zabinis, right?" He asks, looking in my eyes threateningly. I shiver. He's scary. "Yes, sir."

"And you are pureblood?"

"Yes, sir," I say. I see Draco's plan now. I can't believe I didn't think of it before. "Draco. I assume you'll show your...friend up to your room?"

"Yes, Father." I politely thank them and follow Draco up to his room. His room is humongous. There's a bunch of books everywhere. There's a big green rug that is placed under his bed. His bed's big too. It has these black poles on all four corners. There are a whole lot of books and papers on his desk. I sigh and put my luggage down in the corner. Draco shuts the door and puts a silencing spell. "Isn't it risky telling them I'm a Zabini?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"Blaise will cover if we need it." 

"Why?" Blaise and Theo are purebloods. I'm a mudblood. You've got the idea. They tolerate me, but I assumed that was because of Draco. "For me."

"Even though you brought a mudblood home?"

"STOP CALLING YOURSELF THAT!" He yells. I flinch. Draco's kind of scary when he yells. "Please. Stop making these jokes. It makes me feel as if we aren't friends." 

"Okay. Sorry. It's just a joke. I honestly thought your friends hated me. You know. They're purebloods and I'm muggleborn." Draco sighs and licks his lips.

"They don't care about that stuff as much as my family does. They aren't so obsessed with making their parents proud like me." I hold my breath. We don't usually talk about deep stuff like this. It's mostly just us insulting each other or talking about lighter stuff like school. He stares off into space and I...well just awkwardly sit here. There's a lot of tension in this room. Draco actually wants to be my friend. Why? Right. It would make it slightly more awkward when we fuck. But I'm taken now. Does he really have that little faith in our relationship? I want to ask him about it, but I'm afraid of what he'll say. Fuck it. "Do you think Ron and I'll last?" I ask. He looks at me with a frown. I can tell whatever it was he was thinking of, it was some serious shit. "No. Not at all. In fact, my friends and I have a bet of how long you'll last. I say you break up by the end of the year." I scowl at him. I don't like this bet. I'll prove them wrong.

"I'm hurt. You really think we won't last? I really like Ron. He gets jealous, and things are going really slow recently, but...I like him a lot. Oh, I see what this is about. You're hoping we break up so we can start shagging again." He nods a moment too late.

"Yeah, that's exactly it."

(time skip)

I'm so ready to go back to Hogwarts. The moments Draco and I were alone together, we talked a lot. But, most of the time, we weren't alone. With Mrs. and Mr. Malfoy, I had to act differently. More...sophisticated. I hated it. We didn't do much over the break. I had to treat the house elves like absolute trash. I felt so bad. I don't see how they can live like that! The first thing I do when I get back to the Gryffindor Tower, is hug Ron. He seems surprised by it. I really missed him over the break. I didn't expect to like him this much. Still not love, but getting there. "Hey, Kira," He says, "How was...break?"

"Terrible. I was with the Malfoy, how do you think, silly? I missed you so much, Ron." He blushes. Harry and Hermione are here too. "I...missed you a lot too."

"He wouldn't shut up about you. It almost felt like you were still here," Harry complains. I laugh. Then, I do something. I kiss Ron. And, not on the cheeks or anything. I kiss him on his lips. Hermione leaves the room, giving some sort of excuse that I didn't hear. Harry clears his throat. "Hey. Still here. If you could stop eating out each other's throats..." We pull apart.