In His Shadow

\\chapter two//

~Aurora's P.O.V~

Draco and I had decieded to watch a movie and just relax. I was still thinking about this afternoon with Harry. He probably hates me now, best friends, with his worst enemy? God, I am the worst sister ever. I thought.

"Who hates you? Harry?" Draco asked. I didn't mean to say that out loud. Oops.

"Yeah. You guys can't stand eachother and your dad was there when Voldemort came back from the dead. So he pretty much hates the entire Malfoy family." I said not speaking very loudly. I needed to talk to him.

"Let's just forget about all this and watch the movie," Draco cooed, bringing me closer to him, his arm around my shoulder. We were watching my favorite movie, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, because he managed to get it on DVD already. I suddenly started crying, just a little, very quietly. Draco, thinking it was because of the movie, pulled me in to his chest. I was losing my control on my tears. He started to stroke my hair. That's when I lost it. I started sobbing. I was ruining his robes.

"Shh......" He cooed, the 2nd time in one day. "What's wrong?"

"Uh...nothng, I'm fine. It was just that movie. It always makes me cry."I said laughing, pretending. He realized I was lying when he realized there was not much sad in that movie. Or he thought I was crying because of Sebastian Stan's beauty. I walked up to the girls dormotoriy and looked in the mirror. Mascara was running down my face. I looked like a drowned raccoon, and my eyes were red and puffy.

"Amazing," I whispered to myself, as I started tearing up again, thinking about how Draco would never ever like me.

"What's wrong? Did Draco finally ditch you're sorry ass? I wouldn't be surprised. You're just a whore looking for attention." Pansy sneered.

"No, actually, I just came back from hanging out with Draco. You think I'm the whore? Look at yourself. Throwing yourself at Draco, when he will never like you, ever. I'm done with you're snotty little comments when I turn my back and you think I can't hear you. I don't know what I did to you." I said, finally fed up with her.

"Half-blood" She muttered under her breath. But I heard her. And that's where I lost my mind and my consciene and finally felt like the sterotypical Slytherin.