DRASTORIA FIC.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I probably looked like a mess striding through the halls right now. I can feel my braids coming loose but I didn’t care, after each second passed there were fewer and fewer people pervading the corridors. Little people lingering meant fewer shoulders to bump into. Shockingly enough, that did not help me get to my classes faster.
Minutes passed and I still didn’t have a clue where I was going. I was starting to panic. My heart pounded at an increasing rate and my hands began to tremble as I passed wall to wall. I hated the way all the portraits were staring at me like a lost puppy. I needed Theodore to help me.
I was pacing so fast in the empty halls I wasn’t even watching where I was going. I bumped right into someone unexpectedly. I looked up and found that I ran right into Malfoy. Literally.
“Sorry,” I muttered quietly. He just held out his hand. In his palm was a familiar-looking ribbon. It was my ribbon that held my braids together earlier. The color was green, a shade of dark green that was the color of a dense forest. Malfoy seemed to be just as curious as I was.
“It fell out of your hair.” Malfoy said emotionless, “I was trying to catch up to you but you were too quick to catch.”
He said his last word like a joke. I didn’t laugh. I was still out of breath and I bit startled that I’d bumped into someone in the first place.
“Oh…” I mumbled, reaching my hand out to take it just before he swiped it away from my reach. I immediately stood up a little straighter with my eyebrows in a frown.
“Shouldn’t you be in class?” Malfoy smirked.
“Shouldn’t you stay out of other people’s business?” I bit back.
Draco wasn’t phased one bit. He just continued to study my declaration with a grin.
I reckon he’s judging me right now.
“Mind giving me my ribbon back?” I asked in a hurry.
The blonde just shook his head, “Of course. Turn around.”
I glanced up at him, confused. I still turned around being the curious girl I am.
I immediately felt relaxed when I noticed the third year touching my hair. The moment was still intolerable, and the feeling of standing up straight was painful to my neck, but it was the only way he could reach my head. The agonizing silence kept baring at my ears, and I had to keep my lips pressed in a firm line as I felt his fingers intertwine strands of my dark hair. Now I can feel the fabric of the ribbon on my neck as he steps away, and I turn around swiftly, my cheeks bursting with red.
If I didn’t get to class soon, I know I’ll be left with a detention.
“It looks like you’re memory has a stain of forgetfulness,” Malfoy taunted, his grin making his face even more punchable than it already was before.
I couldn’t think about that though, he’s just reminded me that I’m going to be entirely late if I don’t make it.
“Need some help?” Malfoy considered.
I shook my head frantically, about to take a step but once again, the blonde stopped me again.
“Don’t lie, Greengrass. It’s a nasty habit you and your sister share,” He presumed.
What is with everyone comparing me and Daphne?
I let out a breathy laugh, “How are you supposed to help me when I don’t even know where I’m going?”
Malfoy is still grinning. A very aggravating grin of his, “That problem can be fixed,” He mentioned. “You’re supposed to be on the second floor in Defence Against The Dark Arts with Professor Lupin.”
“Oh- How would you know that?” I’m even more startled than before, I’m starting to think I have a schedule glued to my forehead.
Maybe he’s stalked me before? What happens if he’s plotting to kill Daphne and he’s using me as a tool!
“I keep a close eye on my friend's schedules,” Malfoys voice was calm as a day in June and it could’ve put me in awe if I wasn’t so surprised.
“I’m your…Friend?” I spoke.
“Well," He paused."You’re Daphne’s little sister,” Something was harsh about the way he said it. It was like a slap in the face or a punch in the gut.
Oh. So that’s what they think, huh? Daphne’s little sister.