Malfoy's Mystery

Life Is Full Of Secrets

     After that Malfoy had kept his distance from me over the next couple of days. On the other hand, my friend Harry from Gryffindor was in a lot of backlashes because his name came out of the goblet of fire. The whole school was wondering how he could have done it and how it wasn't fair because he wasn't old enough. I on the other hand knew that that wasn't possible. Dumbledore himself cast the spell I think there is something else behind it, something much bigger.

     After Draco started to hang with us again I would say it was pretty awkward. Violet thought it was stupid of me to have asked that question but I kept standing for what I thought of. Even though I still thought he was hiding something I let it go. One day I went to go talk to him. "Hey Draco," I said awkwardly. "Hey Olivia," he said back. "I'm sorry about the other time. My curiosity gets the best of me sometimes," I state. "It's ok I know you didn't really mean it just please don't ask me that again"
"I can't make any promises," I say jokingly. "That's not a problem, Via," he says. Via? He never calls me Via that's weird. Oh well.

     On that same day later we went to the first part of the challenge. It involved dragons! Dragons!!! I sat next to Draco and Violet of course. If you didn't know Draco and Harry weren't the best of friends and honestly, I don't understand why. At first, I thought it was because he was a half-blood but I'm one so it was weird. Everyone went from the contests' and all was well but then last but not least it was Harry's turn. He got the most dangerous dragon out of the 4 in my opinion. Worst case scenario that actually happened was that the dragon got unchained. It followed him and at some point, I thought something happened but no he came flying on his broom grabbed the golden egg, and success! He made the first round. I ended up screaming. "Go Harry you can do it!" and "Yes, Harry you did it!" This annoyed Draco a lot but I didn't mind.

       The next day I saw that Malfoy was being very secretive. I went to get a closer look and I saw that he was writing in another language and by the looks of it, it looked Italian. On the bright side back when I was about 8 my mother and father took me to lessons where I learned it. "Whatcha doing," I ask him. "Nothing," he says while closing the book he was writing in. When he closed the book I was barely able to see a sentence, "She is amazing." I didn't think much of it at the time again but little did I know that it had something to do with what he wasn't telling me. All I know is that life is full of secrets.