Ultraviolence

Chapter 11: A Scribbled Note

Song: Kids - Current Joys

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I hadn't seen Draco ever since that strange night two weeks ago.

Thankfully.

Though I tried my hardest not to relive the events of that night, every now and then I found myself in that wooden closet, his warm breath still pressed against the side of my neck and the scent of anxiety still filling the dense air.

I never, not for one pathetic moment, questioned his intentions. Much how he felt about everyone at Hogwarts, he despised me. Though there were a few exceptions of course, after all,

there were some he hated.

As my fingertips glided across the ligneous desk, I soon came to the realisation that my mind had completely faded the sound of Professor Flitwick's voice. It had replaced it with visions of light ocean eyes and a tiny mole on the side of a neck.

My eyelids, longing for a moment of tranquility, were beginning to seal shut, as if they were betraying me and leading me into the memory of his palms pressing against my lips.

Apparently, we had spent an hour revising Summoning Charms, which according to Professor Flitwick, were undoubtedly going to come up in our O.W.L's.

My tiresome eyes, now completely shut, suddenly struck wide open upon hearing a young tender voice coming from behind.

I had, of course, heard about Hermione Granger. And yet somehow, she had still managed to leave me starstruck when she spoke to ask the Professor a question.

Her dirty blonde waves were parted sideways and her strawberry coloured lips were opened slightly, intensifying the confusion on her face.

Hermione was the type of girl that left you completely and utterly intimidated by her presence. She encapsulated girlhood better than anyone I ever knew and her mind was like an antique book, consumed with knowledge and eager to be read. Not to mention, loyalty practically ran through her veins, and she made sure everyone was made aware of it.

I discreetly turned my head forward again to face the dirty chalkboard and suppressed the yearning inside of me to be her friend.

After all, the serpent embedded on the robe laying on my chest reminded me that would never happen. It was a permanent scar that would haunt me as long as I stayed here, a realisation I was clueless about when the sorting hat declared my fate.

I envied the scarlet and golden Gryffindor tints she wore effortlessly and the reputation they came with.

The vexing sound of conversation pulled my head from the clouds and into Professor Flitwick's classroom, which was now filled with students packing the assigned books into their schoolbags.

The word "O.W.L" ingrained in the chalkboard left me with a rush of anxiety that was more powerful than the feeling of relief that class was over.

While I searched for Pansy, I soon realised she was among the first to head out, leaving me with little option but to head towards the library to study by myself.

As I walked across the never ending hallway, the golden light coming from outside eased the goosebumps on my arms from sitting in the Charms classroom for far too long. I nervously fidgeted with the two braids resting on my chest and searched for a sign of Luna, but my luck was fading and she was no where to be found.

I despised being alone in crowds, I always found it rather terrifying. I chuckled once I realised the sorting hat was onto me, certainly not a Gryffindor.