From the Stars to the Stars → Draco Malfoy

xvi. Virgo

surprise, surprise, a double update!

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     The Slytherin Common Room was always empty at four in the morning, an empty common room means peace, and Draco hasn't gotten enough peace for the last few months. Draco was no psychic, but even before the start of the term, he has been restless. Something was bound to happen, he was sure of it, he never liked the guessing games, loathed Divination for all he knew, but part of him knew the moment he walked back into the Hogwarts Castle he had been stepping closer and closer to the inevitable.

     He knew what was going on with his father, although he's not always home, Lucius Malfoy has never been one to leave home for a week straight, even when he's extremely busy. Draco had asked him the question, yet all that he got from his father was a faint dismissal.

     "That is not something for you to worry, son. All you need to do is be the Malfoy heir that everyone knows in Hogwarts, and for once, for the love of Salazar, beat that Mudblood in class and don't embarrass me," would be his answer before he told Draco to leave his study room.

     But Draco was no fool, it was only a matter of time until he had to be the one who had to go over the edge and fall into the grave his ancestors had dug up.

     A few unopened letters were scattered in front of him, a knife–letter opener–was gripped tight on his hand, he had been dreading opening the letters from his mother. All of the sweets that Narcissa Malfoy had sent him, he either gave to Theo and Blaise or he let them rot, buried in his trunk before deciding to throw them all into the bin.

     His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at one unopened letter that didn't fit in with the rest before he opened his black leathered journal and slipped it on one of the pages, not touching it for the whole morning.

     He was in the middle of opening the fifth letter from his mother when he heard footsteps approaching him from behind before a Turkish rose scent seeped through his nose. He let out a soft sigh before he closed his eyes.

     "Pans, what are you doing up?" He asked without turning his head to see someone standing behind him.

     Pansy patted his back slowly before taking a seat on the chair across him at the study table. She looked at him as she tilted her head, a thin smile draped over her face as she studied his.

     "Why aren't you asleep?" Pansy asked him softly, still looking at him, still trying to find answers.

     "I already woke up," Draco answered as he put the letter opener down before he let his gaze on her. "Besides, Theo was snoring really loud, I couldn't go back to sleep."

     Pansy let out a small chuckle before she raked her fingers through her short hair, letting it fall back as she tried to keep it away from her face.

     This time, it was Draco's turn to study the raven black-haired girl in front of him. Pansy Parkinson has a lot of masks that she often wears, and in a way, Draco could relate himself to her. In a way, he could see himself in her. But right now, as she was sitting in front of him, dark circles around her eyes, pale face and bloodless lips, Draco could see how she shoulders the weight of the world by herself, refusing to let people see her restless under all of the make-up she too often flaunts.

     "I already sent letters to your dad to apologize, he said he understood, he said he would talk to you soon," Draco said, his tone was soft as he once again studied her.

     All Pansy did was scoff, before she straightened up, looking at him with a sneer.

     "He's not going to talk to me," Pansy said under her breath. "I barely even saw him on the last winter break, and when I did the first thing he said–ordered–to me was to make sure I go to the Ball with you."