RIDDLES PROPERTY

chapter 33

Draco left his dorm and went to Emelia's. He'd recovered for the most part, but the scars were still somewhat visible. When he was close to her room he saw Tom leave. Tom glanced at him for a second and bunched up his eyebrows, but quickly left and walked away.

'What an odd bloke', Draco thought.

"Emelia, I got you some butterbeer!", he said while opening her door.

"Hey. Thanks, Draco. Sorry I couldn't visit much. Got sick and other things, as well.", she mumbled.

"Are you feeling better?", he asked.

Emelia nodded and took the butterbeer out of his hand. Draco looked around her room and saw the pygmy puff twitching on her nightstand.

"Emelia, what is that?", he questioned.

"A gift.", she said quietly.

"Well what is it?"

"I guess it's some sort of pet, but I'm not quite sure. It seems to be changing colors when my mood changes."

Draco picked it up and started playing with it or at least attempting to. It turned a lighter shade of pink when she took a sip of the butterbeer.

"How was the party?"

Emelia choked on her drink for a quick second and put it down.

"Sore subject?", he asked.

She nodded and pursed his lips. They stayed silent for a minute with Draco playing with the pygmy puff and her taking small sips.

"Draco, do you think I'm spontaneous? Like I could have manic episodes?", she broke the silence.

"Why do you ask?"

"I'm just trying to find out something, but it just isn't adding up. It's...it's fucking with my head and I don't know whether it's my imagination or if I actually had an episode. It was so vivid and realistic as if I actually committed a horrid crime."

"Is this new? I'm a bit worried for you. You need therapy or something of that sort. I know you've had a lot on your plate lately."

"I know. It's whatever, I'm probably just hallucinating.", she sighed, "But enough about me, how's it going with your parents?"

Draco frowned.

"We're fine.", he said. Emelia knew it was just a front. She pitied Draco, he was born into such an ancient bloodline with so many conservative customs. He just needed a break from the lifestyle with all the pressure on him being the only child.

"Draco, you can be honest with me. I know it isn't easy for you.", she said softly.

He put his hand on his forehand and paced the room.

"I guess it's my dad. He expects so much from me and I don't know what he wants."

"I'm sorry, Draco. I'm shit at my classes, but you do have Crabbe and Goyle to cheat off of. I'm here if you want to talk or go to Hogsmeade trips together."

"What was Riddle doing in your room earlier?", he asked all of a sudden. Draco just needed an answer.

Emelia tensed up and put her butterbeer down. Her face darkened for a moment.

"We're...dating, yeah. He came to see how I was."

'I'll have to make it seem realistic, at least. Even to Draco.', she thought.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

"No you aren't. I can't fucking believe this. You're shagging Tom!"

He laughed out loud and she gave him a meek smile.

'Thank God he isn't looking more into it.'

"But really, be careful. I'm glad you have someone, but he's a bit...odd. I'm pretty sure he hexed Pucey at that match a few weeks ago, but I'm not sure why."

"So I've heard and I'm not sure that was him."

Draco missed having someone to talk to. His friends were idiots and they were only really there because of how much power his family held.

"I've got to go now. I'll see you later. Alright? Let me know if you need a-"

"Anything, yeah I got it!", she finished.

He gave her a hug and left the room. She then went to make her bed. Perhaps it wasn't her who killed Myrtle. Maybe it was Hagrid as Tom had said. Only time would tell.

'I don't think I'd ever hurt an innocent person...'

'You hurt Adrian Pucey.'

'He was rude to me and deserved it.'

Her conscious had so many thoughts whirling around at once for a crime she wasn't even sure she committed.

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this chapter is lowkey shit, i'm sorry!
but i do have more things coming up for the next few chapters. last chapter was definitely my favorite.