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66. sneak

TRAINING WHEELS
SNEAK

066

"She's late."

Draco glanced around the Great Hall, his silver eyes scanning everywhere for Amora. Her Hufflepuff friend, Katie or whatever her name was, was sitting at the Hufflepuff table, but Amora herself had yet to emerge. Normally she'd be in right after them, or he'd find her sat with one of the others. In addition to her being late, she also hadn't replied to his message last night which had kept him up for a while.

Pansy sighed. "She probably woke up late. She had prefect duties last night, remember?"

"Don't worry, Draco," Blaise cut in, "You'll be able to snog your girlfriend soon enough."

A loud curse slipped out of Blaise's lips when Draco's elbow drove into his stomach. He groaned, holding his ribs as he glared at the blond boy beside him. Draco wasn't even watching him though, his eyes still trained on the entrance of the Great Hall, waiting for Amora to come in.

"Breakfast is over in fifteen minutes," Draco said, "I swear to Merlin if one of those stupid bloody Hufflepuffs has said something to her..."

"Do you not remember how she always used to be late for breakfast when she sat at the Hufflepuff table?" Pansy reminded him. "I didn't take you for the clingy type, Draco."

Draco peeled his eyes from the door to hiss at Pansy, "I am not clingy."

"There she is now." Theo nodded his head in the direction of the doors, his voice muffled from the cereal that was in his mouth.

The blond's head snapped back towards the door at lightning speed and he ignored Pansy and Blaise's low mocking because he immediately knew that something was wrong. Amora walked with her head down, the soft smile erased from her face and her hair a little frizzier than usual. Nevertheless, she still looked beautiful.

Amora always had been beautiful, and Draco would have even reluctantly admitted it back when he 'hated' her. Even when she had those stupid plaits in year one to three that he used to pull to annoy her. He knew the genes ran strong on the Diggory side of her family - the dark hair, dark eyes, thicker brows. Opposite of the Malfoys. Draco knew countless people who had pined after Cedric, and lots of people who'd had crushes on Amora too.

Draco pulled her down into the seat beside him as soon as she approached the Slytherin table.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Amora offered him a weak smile. "Yeah," she said, "Just had a pretty bad night's sleep, 's'all."

Draco could tell that she was lying, just like how he could tell she'd been avoiding the truth yesterday when Pansy and Blaise asked her about Potter's secret club. She knew more than she was letting on and Draco wanted to know desperately what exactly she was keeping from him - and why. Draco thought he knew most things about Amora, but he supposed if Potter really did have a secret club, then obviously she wouldn't have told him about it.

Which hurt, yes, and he wanted to angrily demand what was going on and if she really had been a part of it, but Amora had been a bit fragile for the past two weeks since her friends all turned on her. So he kept it bottled up like he did with most things instead. He was good at doing that.

"Are you sure?"

"Stop pestering the poor girl," Theo huffed, grabbing the honey pot from his end of the table and handing it over to her.

"Oh, I'm not really hungry this morning -"

"Okay, we need to talk," Draco said finally, standing up from his seat.