After the whole. . .situation with Malfoy, I just carried on as I normally would. When he left, I brushed my teeth and changed into my robes. I tied my hair into pony tail and put my black converse on my feet. All sorts of questions were roaming my head, just waiting to be grasped and thought about properly but my mind was so muddled at the moment, so instead of pondering, I just went down to breakfast.
I reached my house table and took a seat next to Hermione.
"Hey, how was your night? How was Malfoy?" She said, shooting me a concerned look.
"Hermione, I was fine and besides, he didn't even talk to me. And I won't talk to him, don't worry, " I told her as I put bacon and toast on my plate.
"So, what lessons do we have today?" I ask Hermione stuffing toast in my mouth. God I was hungry.
"Well. . ." She said taking out her time table, "we have potions, defense against the dark arts, divination and care of magical creatures. Oh and we have a free hour after potions."
"Hm, that doesn't sound too bad," I received a few questioning looks after that comment.
I went through my day, learning as much as I could, absorbing all the information, going to the lake for my free hour and then returning to lessons. After that, I went to dinner and came back to my common room, did my homework and then passed out. My day was a busy but satisfying one.
Throughout the whole day, I didn't see Malfoy very much. I saw him in lessons and when he came back to the common room, he didn't say anything. He just walked straight into his room in silence.
Two weeks passed, every single day the same as the last.
I woke up on Saturday morning, hungry for a change in my every day life. So I got up and dressed. After most of the day passed, I went back to the common room to grab my headphones and Muggle camera. I exited the room into the cool passage way leading to the Black Lake.
Technology didn't work at Hogwarts but due to the increased number of Muggleborns and Halfbloods, they introduced a new policy which allowed certain types of technology. My father was a Muggle and luckily, my camera and iPod would work.
I had a passion for photography. I believed that pictures captured something you just don't see yourself. A glimmer in peoples eyes when they laugh or the veil of shine on the water of a sunrise streaked lake.
I stepped outside and my eyes scanned my surroundings. The beauty of the Hogwarts grounds could not be summarized in words. The lake was still and calm and the grass was a crisp green and slightly swaying with the wind.
After some time with my camera, trying to capture my amazing school, I took a look at my watch and saw the time, two hours until dinner. I should get back, I thought silently to myself. I got up off of the rock that I was sitting on and made my way to the common room.
One of my favorite songs was playing, so I turned the volume up till I was consumed by the rhythm and beat of the song. I was in the common room and I closed my eyes so all I could see, hear and feel was the song. I walked blindly and hit into something hard. I reluctantly opened my eyes, not wanting to return to the real world, to see that I had bumped into the table. I removed my headphones and just stared for a while until I heard a voice. It was masculine and had a smooth tone.
"You have a lovely voice, I love the sound of that song," he said, "what is it called?"
I hadn't noticed that I had even started singing. I turned my head to the side to see Malfoy sitting on the couch, platinum white hair and everything. With his elbows on his knees and chin on his knuckles. His hair was lit up by the glare from the fire, turning it to a rich golden colour and his grey eyes were like no eyes I had ever seen before.
"I don't think you would know it, it's a Muggle song and thank my mother for the voice. She was the one who first introduced me to Muggle music and since then, I've always loved it," I said, confused as to why he was talking to me.
"Tell me about her. . .your mother," he said, looking at me for a story. What was he doing? Yesterday he didn't even talk to me and now he wanted to know about my mother?
"Well," I said, sitting down on the other couch, confused at what I was doing but I did it anyway, "where do I start? My mother has a degree in wizard teaching, that's why I was home schooled, so she is very intelligent. Just when she was in her 3rd year she started listening to Muggle music, like all the time. She said that when she listened to that music, she was transported to another world. She's completely crazy, in a good way, but . . . She's a good mother. The best there is really. So what about you, Malfoy, what's your family like?"
"There's nothing to tell," he said simply. His eyes darted to mine for a second and shot to look at the fire again.
"Oh come on, I basically gave you a piece of my life story. You have to tell me something about them. Come on, anything?"
"Well, I don't really share because my family-" He stopped in the middle of his sentence and looked down. I could see that his chest was rising and falling at a fast pace and he softly gasped. I sensed that he maybe wanted to tell me, he had that broken look again, I felt sorry for hi- no, I will not pity him, he was and probably still is a horrible person.
There was something about him that said that he was genuinely sad and misunderstood but from what Hermione and everyone has told me over the past few days about Malfoy, he is a bad guy. Even though I've been told this, I can't help but feel like he's got more to him that's exposed. But how could I make sure he's telling the truth? Then an idea popped into my head .
"Hold on a sec, I'll get you some water," I said, walking over to our fridge that McGonagall gave us in case we ever got hungry. I poured him a glass of water and took a clear vial out of my bag that was nearby. It was Veritiserum, most powerful truth potion in the world. For one of my birthdays, I asked for that as a present and since it was something that could maybe help me in the future, she agreed to give me one vial.
I slipped a few drops in the water, put it back into my bag and walked over to him. Dear Lord, I hoped he was telling the truth.
"Thank you, " he whispered and toke the glass from my hand and gulping it down as I took my seat.
"So, tell me about your family," I questioned, leaning forward. I knew that what I did was kind of wrong but I had to find out something about this guy.
"I love my mother a lot, but I have never, and I will never love my father," he said, not even hesitating to answer, so I knew that it had worked.
"Why?" I nervously asked.
"He forced me to become a Death Eater. On top of that, he was never a real father. He didn't do all the things that a good father is supposed to do. He deprived me of a good childhood, denying me everything he thought was, in his eyes, 'immature' like playing in the snow or being silly even at seemingly appropriate times. I couldn't even ride my broom for fun, only for Quiditch.
He kept me in a bad environment and when I finally came to school I was so used to being mean and, since I was too small to realize what he was doing, I just stayed like that. It was all because of my father. The reason why people hate me is because of him," he had started to cry as he was talking. I only put a little in so in a few minutes it would wear off.
Now I knew, now I knew he wasn't faking it. Now I knew that everything people said about him was wrong and now I knew that he truly was that broken boy I saw sitting alone.
"He. . .h-he-he-" he said, not able to continue. His voiced was scratchy and his face was stained with painful tears. For a moment, he looked as if he was bashed in the head with a bat and ten I saw a look of realization. The potion had wore off. He's smart and has probably figured out what I had done.
He stood up and looked at me with anger on his face as he said with a shaky voice at first, "What did you do to me? You aren't supposed to know that! No one is supposed to know!" His voice was rising.
"Malfoy, listen, I had to know if you were really a bad person. I had to. Okay, I'm sorry I used a potion on you but, everyone needs a little help sometimes, I just needed to know if you really deserved some," He looked at me with pure anger on his face and in a few seconds he just melted to his knees and started sobbing. I knelt down to him help him to his feet and pulled him into a hug.
We just stood there for a while, him crying into my shoulder and me whispering comforting words into his ear. He was surprisingly warm and gentle, not what you expected him to feel like. After a few minutes, he slowly pulled away, wiping his eyes and running a hand through his ruffled hair.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that. Normally I can handle it," he said.
"It's okay, you-" before I could finish my sentence my watch started beeping.
"I guess it's time for dinner."
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