Distant Memories (Draco Malfoy ff)

19. I lo-

Adelpha's Pov:

Theo left early morning. When I say early I mean it was like 3 in the morning. I don't think he had went to sleep and I hadn't either. I stayed in the same spot I was in when Theo left. With a pack of cigarettes in my lap as I read through my mothers journal.

11/2/1971
Me and Chris had been hanging out a lot more recently. I was upset I hadn't been able to see frog, but I'm sure he'd understand. Chris was, well he had anger issues, but everyone deserved a second chance. I watched as he read over one of his books. He looked back up at me and muttered a 'what' I just laughed and replied with a 'nothing'. I was having a good day until I ran into him. I bumped into him in the hall while walking with Chris. I accidentally knocked his books out of his hand. I quickly muttered a sorry and bent down to help him with his books. Until Chris pulled me up.
'Don't help that freak.' He laughed.
'Maybe you should watch where your going.' Chris said more sterner. I listened as he whispered a faint sorry before running off with his books. I turned to run after him until Chris grabbed my wrist.
'You can stay with me or go after that freak.' He said harshly as he tightened his grip on my wrist. I nodded my head and continued to walk with Chris. I couldn't help but think what I could've helped prevent if I just went after him. He was so sweet to me. He was so kind. He was gentle, and Chris wasn't, but Chris had his good days.

11/3/1971
Today I went to the usual spot where me and him would meet. He wasn't there though. The flowers that were usual there were also gone, actually they were dead. The weeping willow wasn't very calm either. It's hard to believe a tree could project people's emotions sometimes. I looked all over the school for him, but I couldn't find him anywhere. I finally decided to just run to his dorm. I had a few people giving me weird stares, but I ignored them. I also blew Chris off to look for my friend, which I knew Chris would be bloody pissed about. When I reached his door I gently knocked. To my surprise he actually opened the door.
'Not here to call me a freak are you?' He muttered harshly. It broke me inside to think he would say that.
'I would never-' I started but he interrupted me.
'Really because it seems you let anyone walk over me, anyone being Chris and all his friends.' He said shallowly.
'I'm sorry.' I said.
I was unable to meet his eyes. I felt awful.
'Come in.' He said as he opened the door.
We apologized to each other, but I kept the incident with the weeping willow a secret for now. His birthday was coming up soon, In January on the ninth. It wasn't really soon, but a few months away. I'm already thinking about what I could get him.
'What could I get you? Oh my gosh I have no idea.' I laughed out as we shared a tub of ice cream.
'You.' He said almost to faintly for me to hear.
I smiled at him, I knew my parents would disapprove of a Slytherin, but it's my life. But they do provide for me. It was getting late so he walked me to my dormitory.
'Thank you. For accepting my apology, and an amazing night.' I said with a smile on my face.
He nodded his head and begin to walk back off to his dormitory. I knew I liked him more then Chris, but my mother nor my father would ever understand. I hated that. I hated living in a family who believe all Slytherin were evil or vile. I never wanted that for my child.

11/4/1971
Mother sent me a letter today. She told me how she had heard about me and Chris and was excited to meet him. I couldn't help but gag. I wanted to show my parents someone else, not him. They'd never understand though. I trudged through all my classes today. I ignored him today. I ignored Chris too. I didn't feel like talking to anyone. Instead I went to classes and straight back to my dormitory. It was a good idea to go straight back though, because I had a roommate now. Her name was April. She was very nice. She was sweet. I mentioned Chris to her and she agreed he was a total ass sometimes. After I helped her set up her room I headed back to my room, and well here I am writing my stupid feelings into a stupid book because I don't have the guts to express my feelings.