Colour Me Slytherin - A Draco Malfoy Story

35. George.

(A/N Don't forget to vote! Also, I would like to take this time for everyone to send their thoughts out to the people in Norway. Hopefully they will recover from their recent tragedies. On another note, this is the last one of Colour Me Slytherin. There is a sequel out, called "Call me Professor" so, Enjoy :))

You hadn’t done much over the past few days. Actually, you had pretty well confined yourself to your room. You were unwilling to deal with the reality of home life, and never being able to see Fred again. Three times a day your mother would bring food up to your room, and leave it outside your door, and occasionally you would pick at it, not feeling particularly hungry. Every night as you were laying in your bed waiting for sleep, you were plagued by nightmares of the battle at Hogwarts. More than once you woke up to find yourself screaming ‘No, Fred, please, stop joking.’ or ‘Wake up Fred, please…’

Your parents were at a loss on how to deal with the night screaming. They only hoped you would stop eventually, but somehow they doubted that. It wasn’t until the Malfoy family had come to visit, that they had an idea.

“Where is Alice?” Narcissa asked, taking a sweeping look around the dining room, where they frequented.

Narin, your mother, gave Narcissa a small, sad smile. “She hasn’t left her room since the battle…” she murmured.

Draco casted a wary glance towards his mother, she seemed the share Narin’s feelings.

“We were hoping…” your mother started, glancing at Draco, “that maybe, Draco could possibly get her to come out?”

“Draco, dear?” Narcissa asked, putting a hand on his shoulder, silently telling him to go to your room.

“I’ll try…” he shrugged, standing up, and leaving the room.

As soon as Draco left the dining room, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. It was obvious that you were completely distraught about loosing Fred, but, to exile yourself to your room? He walked along the corridors, taking two rights, he stumbled upon a door with a plaque on it, in neat handwriting the name ‘Alice’ was engraved. Gently he knocked on the door, and waited.

You could hear a knock on your door, that was something new. Your mom had taken to just making a good chunk of noise while she left food for you. You glanced over your shoulder towards the door, but decided to ignore it.

Draco knocked once more, growing slightly impatient. If you did not respond this time, he would just walk in.

You turned to your other side, so your back was no longer facing the door. Looking at it curiously, you got up, and creaked the door open just a slither. You were astonished to see a white blonde head of hair, and piercing grey eyes staring back at you. Your voice caught in your throat, not used to being used.

“Alice?” Draco asked, staring at the small slither of you he could see through the crack in the door. “Let me in…”

You stared at him for a moment, but then closed the door in his face. You collapsed on your bed once more, and curled into a tight ball on the opposite edge, furthest away from the door.

Draco sighed, but let himself into the room anyway. He took a seat on the edge of your bed, and stared at your turned back. “Alice….” he began softly.

“Why’d you do it?” you asked, your voice hoarse with lack of use. “Why’d you stop me from fighting Voldemort?” the scene was fresh in your mind. Neville’s head was ablaze, along with the Sorting Hat, when you went to grab your wand, you felt a hand take your own to stop you from duelling Voldemort. You could see a streak of white blonde out of the corner of your eye, but when you turned to get a good look, it was gone. You had come to the conclusion that it was Draco that stopped you from retrieving your wand.