I thought that I was getting better. Every day, Fred and George made me a plate of food for every meal and I would eat what I could. I pushed the thoughts away and they would smile at me, watching me stuff all kinds of food in my mouth.
"I've noticed an improvement in your eating." My father spoke as we walked towards his office.
I couldn't help but smile at him, agreeing with his statement.
"I knew it would be hard for you to have the transition here, but I'd say you've done better than I could hope for. Well, appart from your misshape with Miss Parkinson." He continued.
I giggled at that last part, I couldn't help myself. Knowing that Pansy Pug-face was scared of me made me feel all sorts of things. I would glare at her every time we made eye contact, and I could see her shrink into herself as if to hide from me.
We arrived in dads office and let me tell you, it was cold. How could he constantly be down here all the time? I mean, I know I have potions down here too, but at least the classroom has a little bit of warmth to it. He must have seen my shivering body because he turned around and muttered "incendio" to the fire place and orange flames immediately burst through, making the room a lot warmer within a matter of seconds.
He sat down behind his desk and gestured to a seat across from him for me to sit in. It was rather large, so I sat down and crossed my legs becoming more comfortable in the large space. I saw him open one of the many draws in his desk and pull out a small black box decorated with small sliver snakes around the edges.
"Whats this?" I asked as he handed me the delicate box.
"Something I thought you should have." He began.
I opened the box slowly, inside, it was incased with a pearl satin cushion. In the middle there was a lovely locket on a silver chain. I looked at it with wide eyes as I carefully picked it up and noticed that there was a delicate little snake on the front, on the back I read the engraving "999 S.S." Interesting I thought to myself.
"What do you suppose this means?" I queried showing my father the engraving.
"No idea" He muttered as he started leaning back into his chair.
"It's an early Christmas present Fawn. Please. Take good care of it." He said, making it sound more important than just a random locket.
"Thank you." I stated as I placed it back into it's box and stood from the chair.
I walked behind his desk and gave him a small hug, which he returned.
"Why so early?" I asked as I was about to leave the warm room.
"Only a few days Fawn. And with the way things have been going, I wasn't sure if I'd get it to you by Christmas." He said, slightly saddened.
He was right. Throughout the entire time I have been here, we've only really had short conversations about twice. Once after the Pug incident and second when he came to check on me after I ran out of the hall.
I smiled weakly as I responded "You're right. Love you dad."
"Love you too." He said as he watched me leave his office.
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"Are you sure you're not a Slytherin Bambi?" George said as we walked out of the great hall.
"Hold on a minute. Since when did everyone start calling me that?! Half of you don't even know what it is." I shot back at him.
"And you do?" I heard Fred say from behind me.
"I think I know more than you." I turned around laughing at him.
I couldn't help but think about how gorgeous he was. It's been hard trying not to think about what happened between us, any time we're alone something happens, mostly just a kiss or two.
"Come on Fawn! We have to get to DADA!" Hermione said while dragging me away from the twins.
I stumbled and waved at the two of them as we started to split off from one another.
Professor Moody was still as weird as ever. It was clear to us all that Harry was his favourite. His glass eye would always look towards him during every lesson. I was stuck sitting with Malfoy for the entire year, being late on my first day was not the best idea. Every lesson he looked at me, he stared at me. It made me so uncomfortable I had run out of class a few times because of it.
We walked into class and we immediately noticed a large shaking wardrobe.
"I thought you guys did bogarts last year?" I asked Hermione.
"W- we did." She looked just as puzzled as I did.
The desks and seats were all pushed to the edges of the class and Moody stood next to the brown wardrobe as it's shaking became more and more violent.
"Professor?" I began.
He looked at me, dead in the eye as if I had done something wrong.
"Yes Miss Pierce?" He hissed.
"I thought that everyone had done boggarts last year with Professor Lupin?" I continued.
He started to walk towards me, and began to get closer and closer. My breath was shaky, there was something not quite right about him.
"Just because the majority of students have already studied this particular being, doesn't stop me from teaching ya again." He said in a low whisper directly into my ear.
This immediately made me feel more uncomfortable than I already was.
"Right then!" His voice said, booming throughout the entire class making everyone stop and stare.
"As Miss Pierce has pointed out already, this" He paused, pointing at the large wooden box "Is a boggart. I assume you all know the incantation to change it's form into something humorous?"
We all stuttered in reply "Y-yes s- sir."
"Right then! Form a line without delay and we shall get started." He yelled.
We all rushed into a rather chunky line, I somehow ended up nearly at the front.
One after another, we took turns to face our fears and turned them into something funny. Not surprised, most of the people in front of me fear Voldemort the most. Even the stuck up prick Draco Malfoy.
Somehow I was at the front of the line, I hadn't had much time to think about what my fear was. I was conflicted, should I just pretend that my worst fear is Voldemort or should I think of something else? I took too long to think, and within a matter of seconds, the boggart began to transform from a toy monkey with cymbals to my absolute worst fear.
I looked up to see my father. I heard everyone gasp at the fact that my own father was my worst fear. I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. He was walking towards me, getting closer and closer. My breath was quickening and I heard everyones whispers. The boggart grabbed the collar of my shirt and tried to drag me somewhere, but only I knew where it wanted to take me.
"Riddikulus!" Someone shouted and I fell to the ground, looking at a small mouse in a hat and rollerblades.
Tears began to make their way down my cheek as I stood up, grabbed my book bag and walked quickly out of the classroom keeping my head down.
"Afraid of your own father are we?" I heard a cold voice yell from behind me.
I stopped in my tracks, not wanting to turn around "Leave. Me. Alone." I replied and then continued to walk away.
I heard the footsteps behind me quicken into a run and I soon felt a cold hand grab my wrist and pull me out of the corridor and into some kind of broom cupboard.
"WHAT THE FU-" I began, but the persons other cold hand had wrapped itself over my mouth.
"A simple thank you will suffice" The voice said with a chuckle.
"What?!" I was shocked. What on earth should I be thankful for?
"You know, I didn't even think about what I was turning that thing into. It kinda just came to me." He began.
Then it hit me. This was the person who had stopped the boggart from pulling me away. I reached for my wand, which I kept in my pocket and muttered through the hand "Lumous."
His hand dropped as I met his stone cold silver eyes.
Draco fucking Malfoy.
"Tell me Pierce..." He said as he placed both his hands on either side of my head against the wall behind me, pinning me against it.
"If I hadn't stopped the thing, where was it going to drag you off to?"
I was shocked, I froze. I didn't want to tell him what would happen next. My face filled with anxiousness and my breathing quickened as I could see what would happen next. My vision went blurry and I was getting dizzy. I was shaking and my chest hurt, I slid down the wall and placed my head between my knees.
Did I really need to have a panic attack right now?!
"Hey, hey, hey." Draco crouched down next to me.
"Fuck umm" He began, not really knowing what to do.
He took my hand in his and said "Just breath." He said it in such a calm manner that my panic attack almost completely stopped. That had never happened before, usually Cedric was the only one who could calm me down.
I looked up at him and he met my gaze. I couldn't move once again I was frozen in place. The next thing that happened shocked me to my very core.
I watched as he leaned in closer and closer towards me, the next thing I knew, his cold lips were on mine.
I pulled back and he smirked. With the adrenaline pumping throughout my body I stood up and practically ran out of the dark cupboard.
I got to the Gryffindor common room and saw a haze of ginger. My eyes were welling up with tears and my vision became even more blurry. Without worrying about who it was that I saw, I ran into them desperate for a warm embrace.
"Woah!" The Weasley said.
"You alright love?" And with that, I knew it was Fred.
I couldn't speak, couldn't even manage a word. So I shook my head and let the tears rush out and stroll down my red cheeks.
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Yikes!
Well, I personally was not expecting this to happen during this chapter. Don't worry, we will find out Fawns fear soon. But until then...
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