"I was a fool to think I could ever stay away from you as a kid. Just a taste of temptation and you'll have its sweetness on your lips forever."
Draco Malfoy and Estelle Vaile were allowed to care about each other once. How long can you ignore the...
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❝You shouldn't be so scared
of your family
that it feels like love❞
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Chapter 16
No More Excuses
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The first day was just the start of an extremely long week. My bad mood festered until the next day because Hermione was making excuses for the under qualified professor and the headache from the three showers and two hours spent painfully brushing my hair to get all the ink and knots out of my hair. The amount of hair I lost really encouraged my bratty behavior. Hogwarts house elves were very impressive because the very next morning it was like there were never massive black stains all over my uniform and silk ribbon. My skin still had a blue-purplish tint on my face, scalp, and neck, which was hilarious enough for Jareth and his friends to come up with 'clever' jokes about what happened when we crossed paths in the hall. I couldn't even complain because Jareth agreed to tutor me again for free. Sometimes it was hard to tell if Jareth and his friends even liked me with how much they messed with me.
Each day moved slowly with something different ruining it every day. One day Lavender spilled her homemade essential oil blend all over the carpet in the center of the door. The mixture was so potent we had to stay out of our room until midnight while the house-elves tried to scrub away the overpowering scent. Everything I owned smelt like it for a few days, including my bed. Bernard refused to sleep in the room for four days and slept with the third-year girls to my embarrassment. It irritated my sinuses so much that I stayed up in the common room two nights in a row until I could barely keep my eyes open to return to the room. With the dark bags and slightly blue skin, I couldn't help but agree with Jareth when he said I looked like a ghoul.
Another day, Hermione and I bickered during a potions lesson about Lockhart distracting us from adding the ground ash wood bark to the potion at the right time giving Snape the perfect chance to deduct house points. After we got a few glares from our housemates, there was an unspoken agreement to agree to disagree on her celebrity crush for the time being.
The next day during Charms Ron's wand crackled dangerously before sending a snot green spark ball right at Flitwits' face leaving him with a partly singed brow, which also lost us more house points. Every spell attempted only enraged and damaged Ron's wand more and more with a steadily increasing severity of unwanted results each time. But from the howler he received, I couldn't help but understand why he was choosing to suffer in silence. Harry and I offered to help him buy a new wand but Ron refused. Even if he didn't there was no way to get to Ollivander's.
