Chapter 7 : Not Giving In
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“So what do you want to do today, doll-face?” Blaise asked Rose.
“Really, do you have to call me that?”
“What, do you want me to call you pet names like love, sweetie, and beautiful?”
“Hey! I like those pet names!” I said.
“Yeah, well, I don’t. They’re not suitable for my Rose.” He retorted. Rose blushed.
“Okay, well if you put it that way….” Blaise smiled triumphantly and kissed her on the cheek.
“So, Nat, you want to do anything special today?” Draco asked.
“Yeah, how ‘bout you two get down and dirty?” Blaise said with a devilish look on his face. Draco threw a piece of cantaloupe at him. Blaise laughed as he threw it back.
“What? I hear make-up is always hot.” Rose hit him on the arm.
“Shut up!” we exclaimed.
“Okay, okay, jeez; stop your complaining.” Draco shook his head as he got up from the table, took my hand, and led me out of the Great Hall.
“So what do you want to do today, love?” I sighed.
“I’m at a loss; I have no idea.” Then, Pansy came running over, panting.
“Draco! You have to hurry! Goyle, he’s….” He rolled his eyes.
“I’m not falling for it, Pansy. Go away.”
“No! I’m not lying; Goyle’s in serious trouble right now!”
“You heard him Pansy! Shove off!”
“Fine! I’ll go get someone who actually cares!” Pansy grunted. When she ran away, I turned to Draco.
“Do you think she was serious?”
“Nah, she just wants to get me away from you, which by the way, is not going happen.” On our travels outside onto the grounds, we ran into Viktor Krum.
“Hi, Viktor,” I said. Draco simply nodded.
“Have you seen a certain Cedric Viggory vy any chance?” he asked. We both shook our heads as Krum walked away very frustrated.
“I wonder why he wants to see Cedric.” I said.
“Dunno, maybe to talk about the tournament or something, but who cares? This is our day.” Our day! Ahh! “So have you decided what you want to do?” I thought about it for a minute.
“Why don’t go flying? I’ve been dying to get on a broom!”
“I believe that could get us in a lot of trouble.”
He chuckled. “I think you’ve been spending too much time around us Sytherins.”
“No, I’m just a rebel at heart.” He chuckled again as we went down to the broom cupboard in the locker rooms and grabbed two brooms.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.
Being up on a broom is the most amazing feeling ever. The wind flowing through you makes you feel so free. Draco and I raced around the pitch, not caring about if anyone saw us. I won about four times. Mind, we raced five times. Then, I flew away from the pitch making him follow me. When Draco caught up, he asked, “Where are we going?”
“Is it far?”
“Come on; tell me where we’re going!”
“It’s a surprise.”
I dived and flew down low for a while. I laughed and didn’t have a care in the world. That’s what flying does to you. After a few minutes, Draco dived down to meet me.
“Please tell me where we’re going!”
“We’re almost there; chill out.” I dived again and landed in the grass patch on the mountain. Draco landed shortly after.
“Where are we?” I took his hand and led him to sit down. “Where are we?” he asked again.
“This is where I come to think and relax. Last year I discovered it and when stuff bothered me, I’d grab a broom and fly here.” Draco looked around in awe.
“Wow, this place is amazing!”
“That’s why I brought you here. I wanted to share it with you.”
He smiled and we kissed. After spending about an hour talking on the mountain, we decided to head back to school. The ride back was much shorter; probably because Draco didn’t keep asking if we were there yet. We snuck the brooms back, but it didn’t seem like anybody noticed anything. Thank God.
Walking up from the pitch, we saw Harry and Ron. When Harry saw me, he was livid. “What are you doing with Malfoy?” I walked ahead of Draco and stood in front of my brother.
“He’s my boyfriend and we are spending the day together!”
“I thought you two had a fight.”
“We made up.”
“It was only a day!”
“What, did you think that we had a huge enough fight that we would break up? Is that what you hoped for?” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me! Answer my question, dammit!” Ron looked at me like I just committed a sin. “Don’t give me that look Ron.” He growled at me, and as I was about to say something else, Harry chimed in.
“Yes, actually I was hoping you would break up. That way I wouldn’t have to say that my sister is a bloody traitor.”
“WHAT?” I screamed. Both Harry and Ron jumped. “YOU THINK I’M A TRAITOR?” At this point, I was so infuriated that I wanted to kill him, but before I could do anything, Draco ran up to me and grabbed me around my waist. “Let me go.” He shook his head no and led me to the castle. We walked to the third floor corridor by the Charms classroom. “Why did you drag me away?” I asked angrily.
“I don’t want to see you go to Azkaban or anything.” I sighed shakily. I felt like I was going to cry, but I convinced myself not to. If I did, it would only satisfy Harry. I wasn’t going to let him be satisfied.
“Are you okay?” Draco asked after a minute of silence.
“You don’t look it.”
“Okay, I’m not fine; I’m beyond pissed.” I felt my eyes start to water, and I turned away from Draco so that I could calm myself down. I wasn’t going to cry. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his face into my neck.
“I’m not.” He spun me around so fast that I became dizzy.
I sighed. “Because it’s exactly what Harry wants.”
“I’m not completely following you.” “
It’s just there’s this vicious cycle that’s been going on for years; I piss him off, he yells, I cry, he comes running to apologize, I forgive him, he promises not to act like Dad again, and then almost instantly he does. I’m sick of it.” Draco scratched his head.
“I’m still not following.” I sighed again.
“Okay, well ever since we were old enough to know that our parents died, Harry thought I needed a parental figure, which I don’t. I mean, yes, it would be nice to have a mother that held me when I was sad or that I could talk to about anything. Yes, it would be nice to have a dad whose lap I could sit on while he read me a book. However, I don’t have that. My parents are dead. All I needed was an older brother that I could look up to and admire while growing up. Harry didn’t get that at all. He thinks he needs to be a father figure and he treats me more like a daughter than a sister. Anyway, if I cry, that’s what Harry wants. He thinks I need him to live my life. Truth is I don’t. I have my own life and I know how to live it. That’s why I’m not giving into him. I’m sick of crumbling and him picking me up. See, if I don’t cry, then he doesn’t come apologizing, and then I don’t forgive him, then he doesn’t promise to stop acting like my father and doing it anyway.” Draco nodded. “It’s a win-win situation for the both of us,” I said.
“Well, you don’t have to see me cry, and Harry won’t be on my back 24/7.” Draco laughed as he kissed my forehead and led me back outside.
A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed that chapter! What do you think of Nat’s promise not to give in to Harry? Anyway, no one has reviewed any of my chapters and I’m desperate to hear what you guys think of this book. So, review please!
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