Always Have Always Will--Draco Malfoy

Fire place and small talk

Without even looking around I walked to the fireplace and sat in a chair next to it.

    "Hi,"

    It was Draco. He was sitting on the couch. And he had spoken to me. I glanced around making sure no one else was there.

    "Hi," I said, shakily.

He was reading too. I remembered that he used to read. I wasn't sure it was something he still did. I watched as he looked back to his book. I did the same with mine. I was suddenly very aware of my appearance. I quickly tucked my hair behind my ear, and then took it out again. I glanced up again. He was looking.

    "What are you reading?"

    "Fairy tales," I said, turning up my book so he could see the cover.

He smirked.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing that's just very Clara,"

How dare he act like he knew me. We had barely spoken in two years. Why was he being nice?

"What are you reading?" I asked.

He didn't reply. Just turned up his book to show me the cover. A book on vanishing cabinets, how bland.

"How was your summer?" He asked.

"Alright, yours?" I replied, surprised he is actually talking to me.

"Alright"

He looked back at his book. I didn't. He had bags under his eyes, and his hair was messed up.

Probably couldn't sleep either.

After a while I got up to go back to bed. Although I was too uncomfortable to get much reading done. Draco didn't even look at me. So much for friendliness. We were back to usual. I walked to the stairs and glanced back at him. He was gone. I turned my head back to the stairs. My breath caught.

He was standing next to me. I haven't been this close to him in ages I thought.

"Looking for me?" He taunted.

"Just to say goodnight,"

"I wouldn't want to be rude." I added pointedly. I couldn't believe I said that. I usually couldn't talk to him. He grinned. It wasn't a grin so much as a slight upturning of his lips. I couldn't bear to be near him another minute. I turned on my heel and scurried up the stairs to bed. I could feel his cold grey eyes following me. It took all I had to not look back.

"Goodnight,"

I gave in and turned. He looked up at me, something I couldn't quite make out on his face. Sadness? Guilt? I must've been imagining things. Draco had never shown emotions even when we were friends.

"Goodnight," I replied quietly. I didn't look back again. Once back in my room I couldn't stop thinking about him. Why was he acting like this? Or was I imagining it? The question I wanted to know the most was why he was upset. I didn't want him to be upset and I hated that.