When Hermione, Ginny, and I have finished our very stressful conversation, my friends, who I can tell are very upset with me, exit the dormitory and leave me to myself. In an effort to avoid more uncomfortable situations like the previous one, I decide to remain in my dorm room until time for dinner.
Though I start out spending my self-induced seclusion doing homework, I open my eyes groggily some time later to find myself laid out flat atop my school books, and realize that I’d fallen asleep. The semi-darkness of the room tells me that I’ve slept for quite a while, and I immediately jump out of bed and rush from the room to make sure I don’t miss dinner... if I haven’t already. I slow my pace as I begin descending the many flights of stairs, becoming extremely nervous as I suddenly remember that, after dinner, I’ve got to break the news about Draco and me to Harry.
When I reach the Great Hall a few moments later and take my usual seat at the Gryffindor table, Hermione and Ginny glance up at me momentarily before looking away nervously and continuing their conversations. Harry, however, gives me a troubled look. “Are you feeling okay, Jayde?” he asks.
“Y – yes, I’m fine,” I lie with a puzzled look, wondering what Harry’s seen in my appearance that’s caused him to realize something’s amiss.
As I start eating, I feel the eyes of Ginny and Hermione practically burning a hole through my skin, and I’m certain that they’re wondering if I’m going to keep my promise to tell Harry what’s going on when I’ve finished eating. Though I was actually very hungry before I came downstairs, my nerves now make it nearly impossible to eat. After several moments of pushing food around on my plate aimlessly, I decide that trying to keep eating right now is futile; I might as well go ahead and get this horrible situation over with.
Though I really wish one of my friends was going to be there to support me at this difficult time, I understand that they’re both very upset with me right now. Besides, it’s not their fault that Draco and I are dating, and therefore it’s not their responsibility to help me tell Harry. Feeling as one who’s about to lead themselves to their own demise, I look up at Harry cautiously to make sure he’s finished eating. When I notice his empty plate, I begin trying to find my voice.
It takes a few moments, but I finally ask Harry anxiously, “C – could I talk to you for a moment… out in the hallway?” Though he furrows his eyebrows in bewilderment, Harry quickly nods his head in response and gets to his feet. I can’t help but feel Ginny’s eyes on me as I get to my feet as well; she’s giving me the death-glare.
Feeling as though I might faint at any point, I walk out of the Great Hall quickly, with Harry following closely behind me. When we get to the entrance hall, I turn and walk up the small flight of stairs before stopping; Harry walks around the corner, stands in front of me, and asks what’s going on. I’m not sure how to even begin to tell Harry what I’ve got to say, and I find myself speaking without forethought.
“I have to tell you something, Harry,” I say quietly.
“Okay,” he says, looking a little apprehensive.
“Hermione says she thinks you want to date me,” I say inquisitively.
His cheeks turn red, but he answers me regardless. “Well, yeah,” he says quietly, “I thought you knew that, though. I mean, that is why I asked you to the party, after all.”
“Right,” I say, looking down at the floor. “Well, you shouldn’t.”
“Why not?” he asks, his eyebrows raised.
“Look, I like you, Harry, I really do, as a friend… but I’m no good for you,” I say quickly. “I’m… tainted, and you deserve someone who can be everything you want, and I just can’t do that.” He looks confused, and stares at me with a blank expression on his face.
“What are you on about?” he asks. “What do you mean, ‘you’re tainted’?”
“Harry, look,” I say, finally getting down to the point, “I don’t want to hurt you, but there could never be anything between us.”
At this, something in Harry’s face changes; he looks angry. I wasn’t expecting that, but I understand it. Then something else happens that I didn’t expect. “What do you want, Malfoy?” Harry asks angrily.
“Just to say hello to my girlfriend,” Draco’s smooth voice says behind me, causing me to turn and look at him. “Hello, love,” he says, and he steps up beside me and wraps his left arm around my waist before kissing me on the cheek.
I turn back around to face Harry, hoping to explain, but he’s no longer angry; he’s furious. His face turns red and his eyes narrow – not at me, but at Draco. Then he turns his angry glare to me. I soften my eyes and my facial expression, trying to show him that I’m really sorry about all this. Finally, he speaks.
“Jayde,” he begins angrily, “would you mind telling me what the hell is going on here? One minute you’re at the party with me, the next minute you’re gone, and then all of a sudden you tell me we can’t be together and you’re letting Draco Malfoy kiss your cheek. Not to be rude or anything, but doesn’t that seem a bit slaggish to you?”
Though I’m hurt by his words, I don’t answer, but I don’t have to. Draco releases my waist and steps in front of me, getting so close to Harry’s face that their noses are nearly touching. “How DARE you talk to her that way?” he asks angrily.
Before I know what’s happened, Harry and Draco are both pulling their wands. “NO!” I scream, grabbing Draco’s wand arm and trying to pull him away from Harry. His arm is too strong, however, so I step to his right side and try pushing him away, instead. “No!” I say to Draco loudly. “You promised, remember?”
“I promised I’d try to avoid fighting with your friends,” he says, his eyes still focused on Harry. “But you can’t expect me to do nothing while he talks to you that way!”
“It doesn’t matter!” I say. “He’s just upset! He didn’t mean it!”
“Like hell I didn’t,” Harry snaps. Having heard enough, Draco casts a spell at Harry, but Harry quickly ducks, and it misses him. Then he shoots a spell back at Draco, which hits him square in the chest and sends him flying backwards and down the stairs. I quickly run down to him and kneel beside him, afraid that he’s badly hurt. As I lean over him and caress his face with my hand, asking if he’s all right, I hear Harry directly behind me. “Move, Jayde,” he says.
I turn around and look up at him pleadingly. “No, Harry,” I reply, “Please don’t. I’m sorry, all right? This is my fault; don’t take it out on him.”
“I said move!” Harry yells. “I don’t want to jinx you, but I swear I will if you don’t move.”
I start to panic, afraid of what horrible spell Harry has in mind for my boyfriend. “No, Harry, please!” I plead.
“Have it your way, then,” he says angrily, and I close my eyes and brace myself for whatever jinx might be coming. The spell never comes, though, and I open my eyes to see Harry’s lowered his wand.
“Thank you, Harry,” I begin with a sigh of relief. I don’t get to finish what I’m saying, however, because Draco sits up, nudges me out of the way, and fires another spell at Harry.
“Move, Jayde!” he yells as he gets to his feet. Terrified, I back away from the dueling duo, unsure of what I should do, since entering the fight myself is out of the question – doing so could harm the baby.
“Stop It! Stop!” I yell over and over, to no avail. Knowing that there’s nothing I can do to stop my boyfriend and friend from trying to kill each other, I feel absolutely horrible… I know that this fight is all my fault . I’m unable to prevent sad tears from escaping my eyes, and the pair continues yelling insults and rhetorical questions at each other as they fight with renewed fervor.
“You couldn’t just leave well enough alone and let me have her, could you Malfoy? You just had to interfere, didn’t you?” Harry bellows before flicking his wand angrily in Draco’s direction.
“She’s not an object , Potter!" Draco snaps. “I didn’t take her from you – she never even liked you! How can I take something that never belonged to you?”
“She would have liked me if you’d stayed out of it!” Harry retorts, firing off another spell. “You just couldn’t stand to see me have something you wanted!”
“Contrary to what you think and how the rest of the wizard world acts, Potter, my life doesn’t revolve around you!” Draco counters, blocking Harry’s spell. “Our relationship is about Jayde and me… not the famous Harry Potter!”
“Relationship?! What relationship?!” Harry asks incredulously. “The two of you barely know each other! You’ve never even had a conversation!”
“Oh we’ve had a lot more than one conversation, Potter, trust me,” Draco quips with a smirk on his face. “Just because you didn’t see it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.”
At this, Harry’s eyes break away from Draco and focus on me for the first time in moments. The look he gives me clearly questions whether or not what Draco’s said is true. Just seconds later, however, Draco fires another spell at Harry, distracting him again.
Feeling as though I’m watching a pair of three-year-olds compare their toys, I slowly start to realize that this fight has nothing to do with me … it’s all about the age-old rivalry between Harry and Draco that Hermione told me about. However, I have given the boys something else to fight about, which certainly hasn’t helped matters. Tears begin to flow more steadily and heavily as I start to feel like an infection that attacks an open wound on the body, making things even worse than they were.
Maybe I should just stay away from both of them, I think to myself. The way my heart starts aching at the thought of avoiding Draco again, however, tells me that’s no longer an option. After a few minutes of crying while continuing to watch the fight, I start to feel out of it, just like I did that day at Dunamase last year.
My vision starts to dim, and I realize that I’m losing control of my powers, but I’m unable to fight it. With the last bit of strength I have left, I call out to Draco as loudly as I can, but he doesn’t appear to have heard me. Finally, the last bit of light fades from my eyes, shrouding me in darkness.
I gasp, and slowly the light starts coming back into my eyes. As the scene before me finally starts coming into focus, I can see that Draco is standing right in front of me and Harry is a few steps behind him. Both of them look very concerned.
“Jayde,” Draco says, his hand gripped around my left arm, “are you all right?” I nod my head, and when my eyes have fully finished focusing, I notice just how strange the scene in front of me is.
Harry, Draco, and I are all drenched, as are the walls and floor in the hallway. Several people who weren’t in the hall previously are now staring at the three of us in bewilderment. Harry’s nose is bleeding, as is Draco’s bottom lip. Both their wands are lying on the floor at the bottom of the stairs; it looks like they abandoned them and resorted to fist fighting, instead.
“What happened?” I ask quietly.
“Your eyes turned white,” Draco answers. “It was raining in the hallway.”
“I’d gathered that much,” I reply. “What happened to you two?”
“We were arguing,” he replies. “But not anymore. It’s over now.”
“Just arguing?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. Further back, Harry nods his head, and Draco quickly does the same. “Oh, so that explains why you’re both bleeding,” I say matter-of-factly. Both boys quickly press their hands to their faces and pull them away before staring down at their blood-covered fingers. Realizing they’ve been caught, they look at each other before looking back at me.
“I’m sorry,” Draco says quickly, “I just didn’t like what he said to you.”
“But you promised you wouldn’t fight him,” I reply sadly.
“Jayde, it’s my fault,” Harry says. “He was just defending you. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called you a slag; I was just angry. If you were my girlfriend and someone else called you that, I’d have done the same thing.”
As Harry says this, Draco’s eyes begin to bulge and his eyebrows furrow. He turns his eyes away from me and the look he gives Harry tells me he’s clearly amazed by what he’s just said. I can’t help but wonder if Harry’s rapid change in attitude has anything to do with my recent loss of control of my powers. As Draco continues to stare at Harry in wonder, the latter starts walking over to the flight of stairs on my right.
“Harry, please wait,” I call out to him. Harry stops walking, but doesn’t turn around to face me.
“What is it?” he says solemnly.
“I – I may be dating Draco, but I still want to be your friend,” I reply.
“Jayde, I care about you,” Harry says quietly. “I’m not going to stop being your friend just because you’re dating him ... but don’t expect me to be his friend.”
“I don’t expect that at all… but could the two of you at least try not to fight?” I ask in response.
“Yes,” Draco says immediately. Harry, however, seems a bit less certain.
“We can try,” he says, “but I can’t promise you that we’ll never fight. That’d be like asking a dog not to chase a ferret .” For some reason, this statement causes Draco’s eyes to glaze over with malice. Before I can wonder about the reason for Draco’s reaction to this statement, however, Harry continues speaking. “Just don’t be surprised when this fling between the two of you ends badly,” he says, finally turning to look at me for the first time in several moments. “I’m warning you now, Jayde… you’re going to regret this decision.”
“Is that a threat, Potter?” Draco asks menacingly.
“No, Malfoy,” Harry replies, still in that same monotone voice. “It’s a promise. I know you, and one day soon Jayde’s going to see you for who you really are. And when she does, I’ll be there for her… but I won’t just stand by and watch you break her heart.”
“You won’t have to,” Draco replies angrily, to which Harry rolls his eyes in response. Then, without another word, he turns around once more and makes his way upstairs, clearly still very upset.
Well... that went horribly, I think to myself.