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Chapter 4 : Chapter 4.
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“Hey you, what are you thinking about?” I asked him as I lay down on the bed next to him. We were both looking up at the ceiling then he turned to face me.
“I’m just worried, that’s all. You’ll never forget me will you Allie?” I was very startled by his question but at the same time I felt all warm inside.
“What makes you ask that Draco? Of course I will never forget about you, you’re my best friend silly!” We both smiled at each other. “It is me that should be worried Drake, what am I going to do if I don’t have you there to stick up for me?”
“Don’t you be so stupid! I’ll always be here.”
“Do you promise?”
“I promise you Allie. We are always going to be best friends.”
“Forever?” Draco’s smile widened and he grabbed hold of my hand and squeezed it tightly.
“Forever and ever.” He replied.
Later that night Alison went back to the common room to find Draco sat on the sofa. It appeared to be that he had been waiting for her, as when she walked in his head shot up at her. She intended to walk straight past him and up the stairs but somehow they ended up locking eyes and the situation got quite awkward.
“Malfoy.” She nodded at him.
“Hi, Taylor, I was just thinking before, and I don’t actually have a clue what I am supposed to be doing as head boy. Could you, er, kinda, help me?”
Alison’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open, she could not believe what she was hearing. She went and sat down next to him, but being careful not to sit too close.
“So, let me get this right. Draco Malfoy, is asking me for help?” She said it in a jokey way but Draco did not seem amused.
“Shut up, Taylor. I would not be asking you for help if it wasn’t completely necessary.” Still, they gave each other the slightest smile and Alison started to answer his questions about what he needed to know. They sat in front of the fire on the rug so that they could spread all of their papers around them, filled with rules and jobs that Draco needed to learn. Fortunately, Alison obviously already knew every single thing because she had Hermione Granger as a best friend.
There was quite a nice atmosphere tonight. Not the kind of atmosphere where it was too comfortable or friendly, just the kind of atmosphere where there was no hate anymore. After around an hour of heads duties talk, Draco said that he wanted to have a break. He walked over to the open window and lit a cigarette.
“Draco Malfoy, that is a disgusting habit!” Alison looked furious. He chuckled at her before answering.
“Some things never change, hey?”
“Your right, some of us don’t, others do...” Draco could sense a little hurt in Alison’s voice as she said this, and could not help but feel guilty. ‘Why do I even care?’ He thought to himself. There was an awkward silence for a while before Draco plucked up the courage to say what he had wanted to say all night.
“I’m really sorry you know. For everything.” Alison stared at him for a few seconds before turning her head away from him so that he could not see her face. She knew that she was about to cry but had promised herself that she would never do that in front of him again.
She let a tear slide down her face, wiped it away and faced him again. She reached up, rested a hand on his cheek and smiled.”It is all in the past, it doesn’t matter Draco”, and with that she walked up to her room without another word.
A month later, Alison and Draco had been on speaking terms and some would even say that they were heading towards being friends. They did their heads duties together, and every once in a while even helped each other with homework or revision.
Alison was sat in the great hall with Harry and the others when there was a loud bang on the Slytherin table and a very angry Draco Malfoy was heading towards the doors, his usually pale face a beetroot red colour.
Ron shook his head and said “What’s he making a scene for? Tosser...” Alison told her friends that she was going to the ladies bathroom, and made her way up to the heads common room. For some reason she felt the need to go and see what was up with him, and knew that he would be up there. She got to the portrait and took a deep breath before entering.
Draco was sat on the sofa with his head in his hands, breathing very heavily. He heard footsteps behind him and automatically said “Go away, Blaise”.
“It is not Blaise, Malfoy.” His head shot up as he was shocked to hear her voice. “What are you doing here?” He never said it maliciously, more like in curiosity.
“I just thought I would come and see if you were okay... You seemed really cross before...”
“Well yes, genius, I am very ‘cross’.” He had got a little bit irritated now, she was so naive at times. Alison just looked into his eyes and pitied him rather than getting annoyed with him too.
“Well I am here if you want somebody to listen, you know.” Draco looked right back into her eyes and was instantly grateful for her being there. He sighed and looked back down at the floor.
“It’s nothing. I just got a letter from my mother. She hasn’t been too well lately, her and my father have not been getting on very well lately and... Well, let’s just say I am not very happy with events that have been happening at home.” Alison knew right away that Draco was referring to Lucius being harmful to his wife, and she didn’t really want to push it. She felt like now all she needed to do was be there just in case Draco wanted to talk to her.
“How has your mum been these days anyway? I haven’t seen her for years... Oh how I miss her delicious cooking...” Draco now smiled, and seemed to forget that he was even angry in the first place. He told Alison that she was well but had stopped cooking quite a while ago. He also said that she had asked about Alison a few times, which made her smile widely, she missed Mrs Malfoy dearly sometimes.
“Thank you for this, er, Alison. You didn’t have to come up here...”
“Don’t mention it, Draco."
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