October 28, 1996
"This foods got to be the best. I can never get tired of it" Ron munches on the garlic breads. Hermione gulps in disgust. Harry laughs.
"How on earth do you manage to eat that much?" Hermione spits out.
She had been sulking the whole day. She had lost her charms book and she was in devastation. That book holds the most crucial information ever known. It's where she wrote down the break downs of who the note could be for.
In the morning, she went back to the library where she thought she might have left it- but no. The book was gone. Someone has took it. She'd swore she had it when she left the library along with Malfoy.
At first, she did suspect him. But he couldn't have, cause they were...occupied. A blush flushes her face.
She couldn't help but think that the secret is already out. That she's been writing about Death Eaters. If her friends were to find out, they would be very upset.
"You still haven't found it, have you?" Harry asked, turning to her.
She shook her head. "No. I haven't" she sighed. Harry rubbed his temples. He was clearly confused and frustrated.
"I don't suppose someone took it. I mean why would they want a Charms textbook" Ron shrugged. Hermione scoffed.
But that's the thing. It isn't just any textbook. It has information that could do serious harm, in the wrong hands- hell in any hands. Her stomach churns and twists. She felt sick. Her whole world came crushing down. If Malfoy found out- oh god. That wouldn't be the best reaction. He would flip.
The three turn their heads towards her. "Uh- Rye, isn't that your book?" Hermione asked. She could feel the confusion radiating off of her as she asks.
She looked up and Harry was squinting his eyes across the Gryffindor door table. So was Ron. Confused herself, her eyes trailed to the end of the table. She scoffed and stood. She couldn't believe it.
Her Charms book was laying at the end of the table. She walked over to the end and picked the book up. She smiled and waved it to them.
A note fell.
Her stomach sank deeper than before. Her eyes tightened and she let out a shaky breath. Staring at the note on the ground. Clearly written in bold letters. The writing seemed to look hideous but understandable.
Thanks, love - your DRACOM
She shook her head lightly- confused. Who was dracom? She grabbed the note and shoved it in her pocket. Smiling again, she walked back to her friends. Dracom? Who?
This person wanted to confuse her but at the same time gave her a hint. She pulled the note out under the table and examined it. She eyebrows narrowed.
The 'M' was not italicized. But she was still confused. She still did not know who it was. My Dracom. She bit her lip and put the note back into her robe.
"Well now you don't have to worry about buying another Charms book" Harry shook her, holding her shoulder. She forced a laugh and they continued their conversation.
She saw Malfoy enter the Great Hall and sit down with his friends. For a guy that says, he's alone, he sure has a lot of friends.
She dug into her robe and smiled when she felt her play ball still there. She excused herself and got up walking to the doors. Her hand slipped out of her pockets and the ball rolled out, rolling towards the Slytherins table.
She slowed her tracks and faked a gasp. She jogged over to the table and bent down grabbing the ball. Before she got up, she kicked Malfoy's shin and walked out. He hissed.
Malfoy slammed his head onto the table and got up. Parkinson and Nott called after him but he continued on.
She stopped at her tree and looked into the horizon. She honestly had no idea why she called him. She just felt like she needed to.
She looked back when she heard his steps. He walked towards her, hands in his pockets. "I have no fucking idea while you called me out here, but I have to say, that was the worst way to call someone. Very subtle, Brooks" Malfoy shook his head.
"Well, I tried and no one found out, right?" She asked giggling. She didn't know what took over her, but she had the urge to smile at him. And it was clear from his point of view that, he was quite surprised.
"You seem awfully happy. What is it with you?" He asked, looking down- sideways at her.
She sighed and pouted. "Someone took my Charms book- I got it back. But someone did take it. And what surprises me the most is that they took something from there and replaced it with a note" she said handing the note to him.
Malfoy stared at the note, coldly, before grabbing it. "Have any idea who it's from?" He asks, squinting at the paper. She shook her head.
"No idea. It's why I'm asking you. Would you uh- help me find who took it?" She looked desperately at him. Malfoy scoffed.
He shoved the note back into her arms and what he said next stung her straight in the heart. "And what makes you think I'll help a bitch like you? Oh god- you're so pathetic. Just because I fucking snogged you 2 times doesn't make us buddies. Stop calling me around like I'm your boyfriend, yeah? I'm sure Saint Potter, Granger, and Weasleby can help you with that."
Tears blurred her vision. Malfoy starting walking.
His sudden change of emotions, hurt her. More so. It all felt too real for him to talk like that. This was forced. The way he spoke. It seemed too planned. It didn't feel right. She turned around swiftly and yelled.
"Then why the fuck did you kiss me?"
Malfoy halted. He turned and quirked an eyebrow. "Why the fuck would you kiss me, if that's how you felt?" She whispered.
He rolled his eyes and huffed. "Brooks, come on, now. You don't actually think we could of been the best of buds. Like you and Potter. I guess you've got me all wrong. I messed around and you fell right into my trap. We aren't anything- nothing."
Malfoy takes steps backwards before waking back into the castle. Her eyes tightened and she looked at her feet. She was angry. At her self more than him it was her fault. It was her fault that she let him toy with her.
She should've known that Malfoy was a heartless person. If you can even call him that. He isn't any different from his father. Cold and cruel.
"What's that saying is muggles say" she whispered to herself laughing like a maniac. "Like father, like son. Fuck you Malfoy" she gritted.
