Little Miss Diggory || A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter 2

Layla

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The train came to a sudden halt. I quickly made my way over to the window. I felt a smile spread across my face. It was funny how a place containing my worst memory could still make me happy.

"We're home" chirped Daniel. Daniel and I had been friends since infancy as our parents were friends, he was the nephew of Sybill Trelawney, so was often made fun of. However, him being in Ravenclaw, we instantly clicked.

I had never really cared for Gryffindors. I found them often being quite arrogant and on occasion, narcissistic. I tended to lean towards Slytherins and Ravenclaws, although they were often misunderstood. I felt a hand wrap around my wrist.

"Well come on then," Daniel demanded, dragging me out of our compartment. I laughed as we made our way through the train. As I jumped down onto the pavement, I locked eyes with a familiar face.

"Layla" he gaped "I-." Pushing past the all too familiar trio, I shook my head.

"Harry, please" I paused "please just leave me alone." I felt my heart pound in my chest, last time I had seen Harry, he was leaning over my brother's body. People tried to explain it wasn't his fault, but Voldemort wasn't there for Cedric. He was there for Potter. I felt my hands clench into fists, as I walked away as quickly as possible.

I would never forgive Potter. He took away the one person I could truly, trust. Now I was alone.

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Draco

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I sat in the great hall among my many Slytherin friends, pretending to listen to whatever Pansy was complaining about. I found myself carefully watching the doors that led into the grand room.

"Waiting for someone?" Blaise smirked "maybe a certain... Hufflepuff."

"Yeah, right," I scoffed. But my words were quickly overruled by the red spreading across my usually pale cheeks. I felt a smile tug at my lips. Blaise laughed. But my smile soon faltered I was worried about her, where was she we arrived at the castle hours ago.

"But where is she really?" I asked accidentally letting out a concerned tone, Blaise shrugged,

"Probably of with Ravenclaw boy." I shoot my head to look back at him,

"who?" Blaise opens his mouth to answer but is cut off by the Great Hall door swinging open. My eyes flicked to Layla who had Ravenclaw and The Trio following close behind, Layla shoots me a weak smile. I pull my head away realising I was staring. 'What was Layla doing with Potter?' I felt anger rise in my cheeks.

"I'm done" I huffed, getting up and leaving the table before I say something I'll regret.

I pace our dorm looking at the clock every few seconds, I didn't want Blaise to see me this way. 'Why do I care if she is hanging out with Potter' I think to myself, still pacing. 'I don't care about her she just a silly Hufflepuff, then again do I care about her? No... Maybe, I'm not even sure. I begin to think about her, the one time we have spoken... in the second year.

"Hey Draco," she said, catching up to me, "What class are you off to?"

"Potions" I reply hesitantly, "sorry, do I know you?" she laughs before answering,

"probably not" she turns to face me, offering me a hand, "Layla, Layla Diggory. I'm also going to potions so if you don't mind, may I walk with you?" I nod, smiling as she begins to talk, I can barely focus on what she's saying. Instead, I just watch her smile as she talks. She stops talking to me as we approach potions and turns to me,

"You know what?" I tilt my head and give her a confused look, "you would look nice without your hair slicked back." She waves at me and walks over to her friends.

So I did, I stopped slicking back my hair and to be completely honest, I liked it as well. We hadn't spoken since, but I had always looked out for Layla. When we were in the halls or class and even at meals. I even thought about inviting her to the Yule Ball. But after hearing of all the guys she had already turned down, I decided against it.

"Draco" someone yelled from outside the door, "open the fucking door!" Blaise growled. I shook my head, putting my thoughts aside.

"Sorry," I said as I opened the door to see an unimpressed Blaise,

"It's fine" he yawned pushing past me into the room "but, I am tired so please finish up your pacing" I sat down onto the corner of the bed, placing my head in my hands.

'What am I going to do with myself?'