Draco Malfoy
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I open the crumpled letter, and my eyes travel the elegantly curled words once again.
Under no circumstances, Draco, do you continue to speak with her. To you, she doesn't exist, and do not ask why, it is not for you to question.
I crumple the parchment once again, tossing it back on my nightstand and falling back on my bed. My eyes occupy themselves by studying the ceiling, tracing every line and crevice they can find.
Why?
It's the only question I have.
Why can't I speak with her? Why do I have to stay away? Why does my father care? Why, is she dangerous?
I scoff.
No, my father wouldn't bother to warn me if she was dangerous, he doesn't care that much. The only reason he tells me to stay away, is because it will affect his pristine reputation.
Screw his reputation, it's all that matters in his twisted narrow mind.
He doesn't care about me or Mother, all he cares about is how he's viewed.
I wish we could just leave, Mother and I. Just grab our stuff and disappear to some cottage by the beach, or some flat in dusty old London. As much as we may want to, she would never do it. She depends too much on him, even if he treats her like shit.
I turn my attention back to the matter at hand.
Eloise Foster.
She's an interesting person, that's for sure. She's strong, I can tell, and she definitely has some talent. I don't know why I focus on her, it's not like she's extraordinary. I can't explain it, but there's something about her that's different. Maybe it's the way she carries herself, or the way she bites back when I lash out, but it's just... different.
I need to find someway to quench this interest, because it cannot continue, my father will make sure of that. Anything past enemies could never work.
As my father never hesitates to reminds me, I come from one of the 28 pureblood families, and because of that, I must only associate with those close to my rank. Muggleborns are definitely not part of that 'acceptable group'.
The door suddenly bursts open and in walks Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle, laughing loudly between themselves.
"Oi, there you are Malfoy!" Crabbe exclaims and they saunter over to me.
Blaise falls down next to me on the bed, "Were you in here sulking the whole time? You missed tryouts."
I grunt, "I already have a spot on the team, why would I need to tryout?"
"I don't think that's how it works mate...." Blais sighs. "Anyway, the other teams are laughable, Potter's still seeker, they even made Weasley keeper!"
"Wait, which Weasley?" Goyle asks dumbly. "Girl Weasley? Identical Weasleys? Boring Weasley?"
"I'm pretty sure it was dragon Weasley," Crabbe says, nodding his head thoughtfully.
I sit up, "You both are so daft, of course it's Potter's sidekick, the rest of them are either on the team already, a talentless girl, or graduated! Honestly, how are you still passing your classes?"
"We're not," Crabbe and Goyle say together.
"Point proven," I sigh, falling back onto my bed.
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