Chapter 8 - A Heart Like His

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It's been about a month since the whole Sirius Black thing. I haven't had any nightmares since that night I slept in the nurse's corridor. I and Draco have been speaking almost daily. We usually meet at the Astronomy tower during nightfall. He always seems to calm me down. Anytime I have a worry he makes me feel just a little better about it.

I haven't told him about my dad though and it's killing me. He tells me about his though, he hates how his dad treats him. He always says "When I grow older and leave Hogwarts, I'm going to be nothing like my father. I'm going to be someone everyone looks up to, not someone everyone fears." I think he means it. He tells me about the secret meetings his dad goes to. He knows it's nothing good. He says he hates his home, Malfoy Manor, he tells me it never felt like a home to him. I feel horrible but I like how I can somehow relate. I tell him how I never really felt "home" either.

It's our last week at Hogwarts until our Holiday break but today was Hagrids court hearing for Buckbeak. Me, Ron, Harry, and Hermione were biting our nails all day. After classes were finished we all went to go and check up on Hagrid. He was skipping rocks at the Black Lake, he seemed sad.

Harry asked what had happened. " Poor ole' Buckbeak been sentenced to death, next year after the holidays on June 6th," he said holding back tears. "At least you didn't get sacked," Harry said. "Well, you have a while with Buckbeak still, it's only December," I say trying to cheer him up but no matter what anyone said Hagrid was still sad, and that made me sad. All because of Draco.

"I'm going to give Malfoy a piece of my mind!!" I said furiously as I stormed off to find him. "Isabella wait!" Hermione yelled. "Bella..." I hear Ron's voice in the distance. "Go after her Ronald!!" Hermione yells. "Oh no...shes mad I don't like to mess with her when she's mad..."

I storm through the halls hoping to find Draco. I see professor Dumbledore and ask "Have you seen Draco around, professor?" he replies..."Oh yes...I think I just have seen him enter the Slytherin Common Room." I walk away and say "Okay thank you!!"

I head straight to the Slytherin common room. Outside the common room, I see Malfoy's bodyguards, Crabbe, and Goyle. I march up to them confidently and say "Wheres Malfoy!!?" they give each other a look and laugh. I grab them by their ears and say "Go get Draco...NOW!!" and I tug harder. "Ow ow ow ow," they both say "Alright alright." I let go and they enter the common room. Not long after, Draco walks out.

Crabbe and Goyle are whining to Draco about what I did to them. "Ohhh shut up I barely touched you two," I tell them. "What's going on Evans?" He tells me in an almost sweet tone. "I want you to tell your father to not let Buckbeak die!!"  

He gets a step closer to me. "Oh, that's what this is about?". "What else what this be about Malfoy? God! Can you please just be nice for once! I know you have a heart." He takes another step closer to me, looks me in my eyes, and says "That's out of my control now. Like I said when you first asked me about this." I scoff "Please...all you have to do is whine again." I don't break eye contact with him.

"I don't whine," I smirk. "Really....","...ohhhh your gonna regret this, you and your bloody chicken....wait till me father hears about this..." I mock him. "Please Malfoy, you're the biggest whiner I know, you whine more than Crabbe and Goyle." Crabbe slightly laughs.

Draco quickly turns around "This amusing to you Crabbe?" Crabbe goes silent. "Thought so," Draco says to Crabbe, he turns around back to me. "Well at least I'm not paranoid about som dog you claim to haunt you!" he says while he laughs.

"This is all your fault! Why do you hate Harry so much! Is it because he has everything you want? Are you that jealous?" He breaks eye contact with me and I begin to feel awful. He looks back a Crabbe and Goyle and they look away. "Get out of here Evans it's not your business," he tells me as if I were a child. Once again I storm off in anger and make my way to the Gryffindor common room. I can feel his eyes on me.

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