The next two weeks were very nice and chill. Christmas was slowly coming and everyone could feel it in the air. The weather is getting worse and worse, I don't remember a single sunny day here at Hogwarts.
With the upcoming Christmas holidays, one would think that teachers would be relaxed and chill. But no. They give us tests and long homework almost every day. It isn't easy. Not when my head was still full of Draco Malfoy.
We haven't spoken a word since the slap. Not a word. And what's worse, I don't even see him that often. Before, he would always kinda wander around the castle or the common room. But now, it looks like he's only in his room, leaving only when he has to.
And so do I.
Me and Weasleys never really hang out together anymore. It is kinda awkward, after the rumor. People would talk.
The only friend I have is Fred. He comes to check in on me almost every day. He truly cares about me, I can say. But there's never more and never will be. We promised to that.
Days without seeing Draco are boring and plain. Just school, homework and sleep. It's definitely not how I imagine my 6th year to be.
I am alive but I feel dead inside. Nothing ever makes me happy anymore. If I didn't have Fred, I'd have jumped out of the astronomy tower by now.
Draco POV ____________
I miss her so much. I miss Chloé. The constant remorses I have are keeping me awake at night. I can't sleep, nor can I eat a thing.
My mother still hasn't written me any letter. It makes me worried about her more and more. What if something happened to her? What if the Death eaters... what if they hurt her?
In a second, I've decided. I'm going home for a couple of hours to see what's going on. I have a black book that will shift me home when I want to. I just don't use it very often.
Without any thinking, I grabbed the book and instantly shifted home. It's a disgusting feeling, like all your organs are upside down, but it only takes a few seconds.
I gently landed on my feet in front of my house. The Malfoy manor. But it looks different.
The trees and bushes that are usually perfectly cut by the best gardeners, now look so dead. Everything about this house just looks dead and miserable.
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I rushed indoors into the hall. There was no one guarding the house as usual, which made me feel uncomfortable.
I just wanted to find my mother. I need her.
I went through the kitchen, living room, dancing room and even my room, but I didn't find anyone.
But then, I suddenly heard a sound. A breaking glass. Not like when it falls on its own, but someone had to throw it firmly on the ground.
I started to run towards the sound, holding my wand in my hand just in case.
As I entered the dining room, I froze.
There were at least 15 people dressed all in black suits or habits, sitting around a big black wooden table. Fucking Death eaters.
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What are they doing in our house?! My mom would never approve of this, she hates them. Once she told me that if it wasn't for my dad, she would never become a Death eater. This only made me hate him more.
"Draco!" I heard my mom calling me. I found her sitting next to my father.
Everyone looked at me.
"Oh, the boy! Did you come to join us?" Asked provocatively no one other than Bellatrix Lestrange, my aunt.
"Hogwarts bores him, that's why he came!" Said a man I couldn't identify and laughed with a disgusting laugh.
"No, I'd never join you." I said with a serious face.
"Excuse me for a moment." My mom stood up and walked towards me, pointing to the kitchen.
"Draco, what are you doing here?" She asked with fear in her eyes.
Something's going on.
"I just wanted to talk. What are they doing here? You told me you'll keep them from our house..."
"Draco, I'm so sorry. Your father invited them." She replied and stroke my shoulder.
"Why would he do that?"
"It's very complicated. They want you to join us."
"You know I'd never do that. Never. Look what it did to you."
I love my mother so much and it hurts me every time to see her like this.
"I know, my boy. Everything's gonna be okay, I promise you." She said and hugged me. I love her smell - she smells like home.
"What did you wanna talk about?" She asked after a minute.
Her eyes look so tired, like she haven't slept for days. I wouldn't be surprised if it was true.
"I have...a trouble. With a girl." I stuttered.
"Oh, tell me more. Who is she?"
"Mom, I think I'm in love. But she doesn't want to talk to me, because did something bad, but I didn't mean to and now I'm scared she's never gonna talk to me ever again."
I am crying. Warm tears are dripping down my chin to the floor.
Mom took my cheek and wiped the tears.
"Oh, darling. I'm sure she wants to talk to you, but doesn't want to be the first to break the silence. Just write her a letter. Write her about how you feel."
"Ok-okay."
"And bring her over Christmas holidays! I have to see her."
"Thanks, mom. Thank you so much."
We hugged for a long minutes. I didn't wanna let go.
