Yearning ➸ Draco Malfoy

𝖳𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒-𝖮𝗇𝖾

When I walked back to the Gryffindor common room I got changed into my pyjamas, and read my charms textbook for review. My buzz was quickly leaving my body, getting replaced with a killer headache and a queasy stomach. The one sided conversation kept playing in my mind, and I was so proud of what I said. He finally got a taste of his own medicine, and I hope know he's understanding what it feels like to get hurt.

I just hope that feeling is strong enough that he never does that to anyone again.

I take a deep breath, he is in the past now. It won't do me any good to start dwelling on him.

A small smile made its way to my face as I hear Hermione coming up the stairs "how did you enjoy Slughorns party?" I ask, giggling slightly as she glared at me

She flops onto her bed and groans,"it was a horrible mistake going with Cormac. I should've asked you to be my date"

I raise an eyebrow, laughing slightly "I can't tell if that's a compliment or not"

She grins tiredly at me "yes Alice. You should know that you are a million times better than Cormac"

I smile, and set my textbook down on the floor beside my bed, and sink under the covers

"Almost anyone is better than Cormac"

Hermione shakes her head "I can name a few people who are worse than Cormac. Number one being Lavender Brown"

I sigh, hearning the venom and sadness in her voice "Hermione, you're supposed to say Voldemort is the worst person! Not a fellow Hogwarts student!"

Hermione winks at me "you're wrong, Alice"

I snort "so you're telling me that you'd rather spend a day alone with Voldemort, the darkest wizard of all time than Lavender Brown, a lovesick girl?" Hermione pretends to ponder my question deeply as she climbs into her bed

"okay, okay. Maybe not" she admits, smiling

I turn off the light "Goodnight, Hermione"

"Goodnight, Alice. Sweet dreams"

• • •

The next morning I woke up somewhat energized. Today was the last day of classes before the Christmas Hollidays

I had sent a note home a week ago asking if I could come home from Christmas, and so far I hadn't gotten a reply.

I was sitting at breakfast with everyone. Compared to the past week, I was interacting with everyone. It felt nice to be back to myself, laughing and cracking jokes with everyone

It all came to a screeching halt when a note was dropped in front of me. I frown in confusion as I look the note over, I wasn't expecting mail

I open the envelope, and take out the letter inside. It was a very simple letter, but it turned my whole mood around

No-mom

I snort at the simplicity of the letter. I haven't spoken to my mom in months, and this is all the has to say to me? I clench my jaw angrily, but my lips were turned down in a frown. I was both angry and upset at my mother

"What's wrong?" Hermione asks from beside me, and I could feel everyone else's gaze on me. I sigh, hiding the letter"It's nothing, just family trouble" I could feel everyone gaze still on me, not convinced

"my mom doesn't want me home for Christmas" I added finally, and it seemed like everyone gaze went everywhere but me.

Hermione put a reassuring hand over mine "I can stay if you want. I was going skiing with my family but I don't have to go, I don't really like skiing anyway"

I shake my head, and put on a small smile "no, it's fine. Go. I don't want to keep you guys from having a good Christmas"

They all looked at me sympathetically, but realized that I didn't really want to talk about it

I rest my head on my hand, and sigh deeply. It was like my mom was blaming me for the death of my father, and casting me away.

I rip the small parchment to shreds, and toss it aside.

Fine, just one more person I will have to cut out of my life.