Always Have Always Will--Draco Malfoy

Hogsmeade and Sweets

It was early October when we had our first Hogsmeade weekend. I walked quickly, trying to avoid the excited third years, and slipped quickly into Honeydukes. As I stepped inside I felt a pang in my heart. We used to come here together, every weekend. He used to pick out the scariest colors of Bertie Botts every flavor beans and dare me to eat them, wanting to please him. I always gave in. I quickly grabbed a couple of chocolate frogs and fizzing whizbees before paying at the counter.

    I walked out on the crowded street. It wasn't snowing yet but it was still very cold. I scrunched my nose into my scarf as I made my way to The Three Broomsticks. I was a couple shops away when I saw Draco duck in. Without even noticing I started walking faster and faster. Darting in between people until I reached the door. I only regained control of myself when I entered and realized he was nowhere to be found.

    Not wanting to be noticed by anyone I snuck into a small booth in the corner. I took out my book to read while I subtly looked for Draco. After a few minutes I saw him. He walked out of the, I squinted, girls' lavatory. Weird. He looked upset. I quickly looked back at my book, not wanting him to see me. Over the last few weeks he had been making small talk with me and I had caught him looking at me on more than a few occasions.

I heard a noise at my table and looked up. He was standing in front of me, sliding into my booth. I had no idea why he wanted to sit with me much less why he thought that I would be ok with it.

     "What?" I ask him.

    "Nothing, everywhere else is full, I can leave if you want," He offered. Everywhere else was not full. He could have sat with anyone else.

"No that's fine," I said, looking back at my book. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his hands fidgeting.

"Why did we stop talking?" he asked. I looked up skeptically to see if he was kidding or not. He wasn't.

"You found new friends," I replied with my eyebrows raised.

"Right... do you think we could talk again?"

"Um sure," at this point I wasn't even looking at him. I didn't really want to talk to him, but I couldn't refuse him. I had spent years wishing this would happen. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Oh nothing, just talking again in general,"

"Ok," I replied. I knew there was something he wanted to say, I had known him long enough to recognize some of his emotions, but I didn't feel like he deserved my attention. There was a time when I would pester him until he told me things, but we were children. I was above that now and I wasn't sure he would appreciate it. We sat there in silence until it was time to leave. I stood up and left. Not looking back at him once. I wanted to look though, I wanted to pester him into telling me things and I wanted everything to be like it was, I wanted to be friends again. Well not just friends.