His Hidden Side - Draco Malfoy

12- Fun with Potions

I couldn't help but feel comfort and safety in his arms. Even in our silence, a million words a said.

We sit together in the library all day, chatting, him consoling me and occasionally laughing. I genuinely had fun. He isn't the person everyone thinks he is. We even had dinner, Malfoy insisted that I shouldn't skip a meal. I sat at the Slytherin table, so he wouldn't feel uncomfortable coming to mine.

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"This... means a lot for you, doesn't it?" He says gently, stroking my arm as tears fill my eyes when I finished checking each and every book in the library, for any record of my father.

"I've always wondered about my father. He died when I was just a baby..."

"I'm... sorry. Does it really hurt that much? You've never met the guy..?" He asks and I pull away from him. And stare at his blurry face. "What?"

"Just cause I haven't met my father, doesn't mean I'm happy he's dead, doesn't mean I don't need a father. You're lucky, you've got one!" I snap. He sets his floating hand down and begins to play with his ring around his ring finger. He doesn't meet my eyes.

"Sometimes, not having one is better..." He says so quietly, I wonder if he even spoke at all.

"Why Malfoy? Is it your father? Is he-"

"I never implied anything about him. Forget it Roswell." He sighs and shuts a book closed, tosses it and it magically slides into the shelf. As time goes on these things shock me less, but amaze me more.

Malfoy slumps into his chair and yawns. I peer at the clock, it's past 10. He's spent the whole day helping me, reading paragraphs upon pages, and I can't help but feel grateful and guilty.

"Hey, thanks for doing this for me... It means a lot. Sorry I wasted your time."

"We didn't learn anything, but you didn't waste my time Roswell, I guess I enjoyed it."

"No way." I gasp and roll my eyes, mocking him.

"What? Is it so surprising? You're not unbearable to be with. I do enjoy taking to you, when you're not so damn annoying."

"Ditto." I chuckle. I notice my hand has landed on his and I remove it immediately. My mind and stomach churn as I see Malfoy shudder and bite his lip.

He coughs breaking the awkwardness. "Uhm, tell me more about your father." He rests his head on the hand I mistakenly touched and gazes at me, expecting an interesting story.

"It don't know much... Let's see. He was a brave Gryffindor." I see Malfoy roll his eyes from his hatred of that house. I continue. "He met and dated my mother during the 7th year. Then he worked at the ministry, until he...died."

I peer up at Malfoy, his eyes have sprung into action, sparkling from the library's lights, like he got a big revelation. "The ministry! He worked there, there's got to be records of him there! Lily you, or we could go!"

"Shhhhh!" hushes the librarian at Malfoy who completely ignores her and stares at me happily.

"How do you plan on getting in there genius?"

"Pottah and his idiots used polyjuice potions before, tricking me in the 2nd year. I know how they work. If we brew them, we transform in those dimwitted workers and get those records."