➵ Choice ➵ {DM and HP)

➵ Chapter 7 ➵

Don't do It, Harry, please don't do it. Keep your mouth shut.

"You see? You speak only lies, it's all y—"

"I am not a liar!" Harry jumps up from his seat, his voice dangerously powerful. 

I want to hit him over the head with my bookbag. 

"Potter, shut your mouth." I hiss, grabbing his robes and pulling him back down in his seat.

He just pops back up. 

"Nothing I said then was a lie, you know it as well as I do! You're ju—"

"I see the lesson has not sunk in yet, Mr Potter." Umbridge says primly. "Detention tomorrow." I almost groan at his stupidity. 

"For both of you."

This makes me freeze. I lift my eyes slowly to meet Umbridge's dark gaze once again, and see her pupils glint maliciously in the light. 

I feel flames of anger lick my throat and I fuel all my energy into keeping my mouth shut, knowing it will only lead to further punishment.

But of course, Harry Potter just can't help fighting back.

"Why her?! She did nothing wrong throughout this whole detention, it should just be—"

"You've just awarded both of you another two detentions." Umbridge sneers, lifting her teacup to her lips and taking a small sip.

I don't dare look anywhere but her eyes as I say, working to keep my tone formal, "Will that be all, Professor?"

She sets her cup back in its saucer, "Yes, that will be all. I will see you here tomorrow and the next two days after that."

I stand quickly, grabbing my bookbag and leave the pink, now bloodstained office, not bothering to look at Harry. 

I start down the hallway as I hear the door open behind me. The pain in my hand is almost unbearable, a sharp, powerful pain, rippling through my veins. 

"Eloise." I hear Harry call after me.

I feel the fire of anger flare back to life in my chest, and I clench my jaw in anger as I keep walking.

I hear his quick steps and soon enough, he's next to me.

"How's your hand?" He asks, his voice regaining the awkwardness it usually had.

I turn to face him, and let the anger flow.

"You don't get to ask me how my hand is, Potter. Your stupid thinking got us three more detentions. Three more days of carving words into our hands until they bleed. You did that, not me." 

I see his eyes widen, trees of guilt and fear sprouting in his eyes. "But I was trying to stand up against her. She was trying to unjustly give you dete—"

"I don't need your help. I barely know you, you barely know me, so stop trying to act like my hero when you are anything but. You don't know the first thing about me. If you did, you'd know I hate brave people. Brave people make rash decisions, decisions that could get you killed. So no, I'm not going to tell you how my hand is, you lost that right the instant you opened your mouth in that office, Potter."

With that I storm away, leaving him standing there in surprise, and shoving my mutilated hand in my pocket. 

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After 15 minutes of walking, I arrive at a hallway I've seen it before, and I realize I'm far deeper in the castle then I want to be.

"Back from detention already?" I hear the icy cold sneer in his voice and turn to see the glacial glare of the platinum boy.

"What's it to you?" I shoot back, turning on my heels and starting to walk the other way.

He follows me. Damnit. Why can't he just leave me alone?

"It's nothing to me personally, but as prefect, I have the right to know why you're not in your Common Room?"

I laugh mockingly, "You know that I had detention, or did your past comments after class just come out without your knowledge?"

He's quiet for just a moment then, much to my exasperation, jumps right back in.

"So, what did you have to do?"

My anger is butted aside by surprise.

The comment is almost civil, no icy tone, or horrible name.

"Are you trying to make conversation?" I ask, surprise coating my words.

"Just answer the damn question, mudblood." He hisses.

Oh nevermind, it's back.

"We just had to write lines. Again, why do you care?" I demand, still confused as to why this boy is still following me. 

"Really? Just lines?" Malfoy asks, slight surprise making his way into his tone. 

I turn to face him, "Yes lines. Now, if you're done questioning me, please leave me alone." 

I cross my arms across my chest and I see his eyes flick down to my hand, and I see surprise now written surprisingly clearly in his eyes. 

"Is your hand bleeding?" He asks, his icy eyes glued to my obviously bleeding hand. 

"Yes it is, what an astute observation." I say sarcastically. "I'm leaving now."

I turn on my heels and start down the hallway. 

That's when a cold hand closes on my hurt hand, sending shooting pain ricocheting through my body. I let out a small gasp of pain, wrenching my hand from his grasp.

He pulls back his hand and I see a glint of crimson blood on skin. He stares at the rusty color for a moment before asking quietly.  

"Umbridge?" 

His tone has changed. Its void of all emotion but there's a dark danger to it. 

The flames of anger that had risen in my chest, are now reduced to glowing embers by the quietness of his voice.

His eyes flicker up and meet mine and they aren't ice cold. They are still indiscernible, but they aren't unreachable. The firelight of the torches dance on the blue waves of his eyes as I hold my hand gingerly to my chest.

He scans my face carefully before straightening slightly, the ocean of his eyes freezing over once more.

"Get back to your common room." He says cooly. 

I look at him in utter confusion. What is he playing at?

"Now." He barks more forcefully. "Before I take points from your house."

I look at him a moment longer, before he turns and walks quickly down the hallway, in a direction I know to be the astronomy tower. 

I turn and let my feet guide me along the hallways, as my brain muddles with confusion.

Why is Malfoy always so hot and cold? One sentence, he will be sneering and calling me a Mudblood, but the next he will be civil, maybe even friendly. 

He is such a confusing person, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to figure him out.

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Author's Note:

There are reasons why Harry is not in Ravenclaw....

"Harry really needs to learn to shut the fuck up sometimes." ➵ Sophie

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 ➵ Natalie