Hazel Salvatore

part 12 - hospital wing

The morning seemed pretty normal to everyone else but me. Everyone walked down the hallways of the school smiling, laughing. Wow, I missed smiling. After breakfast and couple of unnecessary potion classes, it was now time for my class with Malfoy.

Defence against the Dark Arts.

Finally.

Once I entered the classroom the only reason I was excited for the class wasn't there. Draco Malfoy wasn't there. Not very bizzare of him since he already missed so many classes before but now, in my eyes, it was suspicious. And that was because now I knew his little secret. He was a death-eater.

It's been 20 minutes of listening to Professor Snape's depressing voice explaining many things I already forgot. But the class just got interested when we heard the door open.

Malfoy came in.

I was resting my face on the table laying down, I quickly stood up right when he came in the room. He didn't look at me but I stared him down until he sat down in his seat.

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Class ended, everyone left. But Draco was still sitting on his desk. 

"Mr. Malfoy, I'll be just here with you in a little." Professor Snape said and quickly left the classroom.

"Detention?" I asked innocently to him after Snape fully left the are.

No answer.

"Draco?"

No answer.

"I'm sorry."

No answer.

"I know you're a death eater."

In a quick instant he stood up on his feet, turned his face against me, "What did you say?"

"I know you're a death eater." He started walking closer to me. "You are, right?"

"Are you out of your mind?!" He pushed me against the wall as he always does.

Find better tricks Malfoy.

"No." I said not knowing how else I could answer him.

"No I think you really are, yesterday you f-feed on me y-you drinked my b-blood and now you- you come here a-accusing me of being a- a d-death e-eater." he was stammering very much. He looked nervous which already gave me the answer.

He really was one. Draco Malfoy was a death eater.

"Yesterday was a mistake." suddenly my head started to feel dizzy.

"Mistake?! Mistake?!" he yelled in my face. "No Salvatore yesterday was not a mistake, it was your choice." 

"Draco-"

"I- I am not- I am not a death eater-"

"Yes you are!" 

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!"

"Hazel. No!"

"Draco-" he cut me off,

"Do you even have any proof or have any idea of what you are blaming me for right now?"

"Yes-" he wouldn't let me talk.

"What is it then?!" He said extending out two of his arms and leaving me trapped between them against the wall.

"If you let me talk I'll explain!" he went quiet, "Yesterday when- when I uh- drank from you, your blood it had a- a very different taste than the usual blood. I felt sick which vampires they never do."