Chapter 6: Mockingbird

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M O C K I N G B I R D

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Mal's POV

I ran my hand through my hair multiple times, an action many would see as vain but was really just a habit when I got anxious. I hate Herbology, this stupid exam is tomorrow and I still don't know everything I need to know. I took a strand of my hair and rolled it around my finger, roughly tugging at it. I kept doing this for maybe 20 more minutes and finally shut the textbook closed, flinging it across the library table. The librarian glared at me and I rolled my eyes. I'm not in the mood to deal with some old lady right now. I did a quick Accio spell and opened the book, tugging at my hair again and rereading where I left off.

"That can not be healthy for your hair." The voice I least wanted to hear right now came up behind me. I ignored him and he sat down next to me instead. Can't he take a hint? I'm busy. "Wouldn't shaving it off be easier than pulling it out piece by piece?" he asked sarcastically, referring to what I was doing to my hair.

"What do you want Malfoy?" I sighed, already mentally tired from studying and not needing to be fully mentally drained.

"What are you doing?" He ignored my question.

"Practicing for the Quidditch match." I smiled a fake, sweet smile and rolled my eyes, "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm studying, you should consider doing it sometime."

"I don't need to study."

"Right, for some reason everyone's scared enough of your father to not fail you." He glared at me. "Well, we don't all have rich, intimidating fathers, so if you could let me study it would be greatly appreciated." He didn't move. I sighed and did my best to ignore his presence, but as I felt him staring at me I realized I had been rereading the same line over and over again. I slammed my book shut, earning another glare from the librarian and I simply ignored her this time. "Stop looking at me."

"What if I don't want to?" He challenged and I slumped in my seat. He really loves to annoy me.

"Too bad. You have to."

"And if I don't?" He challenged and I sighed.

"What is your problem? I'm just trying to study, I'm not Hermione, everything doesn't..." I trailed off. I'm such a bloody idiot. I could ask Mione for help. I closed my book again and started piling them up, ready to head over to find her. When I stood up I felt his cold hand on my wrist.

"Where are you going?"

"To find somewhere else to study."

"I didn't know my presence affected you that much."

"Ha ha." I rolled my eyes, "it doesn't, I'm simply going to go find Mione so she can help me with this."

"It's a shame you're too fucking proud to ask me." He murmured.

I turned to face him. "You? You would help me?"

"We are in the same house you know."

"Yeah. But you still wouldn't help me."

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