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Fairytaled by Mischief_managed18
Chapter 10 : Apologies
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Ello my lovelies!! Oh goodness I'm so excited to be publishing chapter 10.  :) Just so everyone knows, I have up through 18 written out and I still have plenty of ideas on where to go from here.

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Disclaimer: I obviously am no JK Rowling. I don't own this wonderful world or the characters. The Beauty and the Beast aspects belong to Jeanne-Marie Le Prince de Beaumont or Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve.


No more than an hour after Mrs. Malfoy had left, a knock sounded at my door. I crossed the room and opened it, expecting to see her but instead found myself mere inches from Malfoy.


"Yes, Malfoy?" I asked cooly, still upset with myself and him for earlier.


"Can we talk?" he asked quietly.


I hoped his quietness was due to him feeling the same way and wanting to put the harshness and misunderstandings behind us. I knew that was too much to hope for, this was still Malfoy after all.


"Sure." I said, turning around and walking back across my room. I sat on the large chair and waited for him to come to me, afraid of what I would do if we were standing and arguing.


He slowly made his way across the room, stopping at the desk to grab the chair and setting it in front of my own. He sat on the chair and we were now facing each other a few feet apart.


Neither of us seemed to know what to say and we both sat in complete silence for a few minutes, unable to look at one another.


"I'm sorry," he said suddenly, breaking the silence, "I shouldn't be so harsh sometimes."


"No, I'm sorry. I was out of line. I've just been so frustrated with this entire situation and you were the one who happened to get the brunt of that. It shouldn't be that way, it's not fair to you."


"That may be, but it's my fault you're stuck here in the first place. That's why I'm sorry. Not just for what I said but for the fact that you're here. On my accord no less."


"It's alright. I mean I'll remain upset and frustrated until I get all the information I need but I suppose if this is all for the best, then I need to learn to accept that. You're not what I expected, Malfoy. You or your mother." what little color he had in his face drained instantly.


He stood up quickly, "you talked to my mother?" he said, looking slightly panicked. His eyebrows were furrowed together and his eyes searching mine for a hint of how the visit had gone.


"I did. She came by not too long ago to have a little chat." I said calmly, not wanting to upset him.


"What exactly did she say?"


"With regards to?"


"Everything!" he nearly shouted and I couldn’t help but smile.


"No need to get touchy. It was no big deal, honestly. She just said she would be there if I ever needed a girl to talk to. She touched briefly on the situation and yourself." I said the last part more quietly, not wanting to be questioned on that bit of the conversation.


"What did she say about me?" He asked, this time looking me in the eyes. He looked concerned as if he was worried his mom would say something wrong about him. As if she could. She loved him more than anything.


“Look, all she said was that you were upset after our discussion. And that you don’t frequently take after your father, something I think we both found to be a good thing. There was nothing negative, don’t worry. She cares far too much about you, more than anything else.” I said, shaking my head and smiling, he was truly lucky to have the mother he did. I fear if he didn’t, we would never be in this situation. He would be far more adamant about the whole pureblood power idea.


“Oh… well, I suppose that’s okay then. I know she cares about me. As much as I do her. We both have the same problem with my father, we fear him and want his respect and acceptance more than anything.” He sighed and stood up, “I should go talk to her. I’m sorry again for our discussion earlier. I’ll be back, if not tonight, then tomorrow.”


“Wait.” I said and he turned.


“Yes, Granger?”


“Never mind, I’ll ask later. Go talk to your mother. You know where to find me.” I said softly and leaned back in the chair, closing my eyes as I heard the door open and close silently, leaving me alone yet again.




A few hours passed since Malfoy’s visit and I was beginning to grow restless. Looked to me like I would have to wait until tomorrow for another chance to talk. I’d already finished Romeo and Juliet  and I didn’t want to pick up another book.


I finally made the decision to make a journal of this whole situation. I found a few in one of the drawers in the desk and wrote in an entry for each day. After looking over what I had written, I found that writing it all out had made me feel much better. It proved to me that I wasn’t as bad off as I would’ve expected and that I would have some way of looking over past discussions. I locked the journal with a spell and placed it back in the drawer, standing up and stretching.


I sighed to myself and made my way over to the bed. I lay down on it, immediately sinking in. It was comfortable, probably the most comfortable bed I’d ever lay in. My eye lids immediately grew heavy and I fought with every ounce of strength I had to keep them open, losing the battle almost instantly.


I awoke with a start, sitting up in bed. My breaths were coming in shallow rasps and sweat beaded up on my forehead. Must’ve been another bad dream. I couldn't recall all the details but I did remember something about Voldemort and something about Draco Malfoy. Malfoy. I was in his house right now. Merlin, I was sleeping in his house! It wasn’t the first time I’d come to this realization but it never got easier.


“Hey there Granger.” I heard from beside me and I nearly screamed. Malfoy was standing at the foot of my bed, smirking at me.


“What are you doing here?” I asked him, rubbing my eyes and sitting up completely. “And what time is it?”


“A little after midnight.” He replied, shrugging his shoulders.


“You didn’t answer my first question.” I said, narrowing my eyes at him.


“No need to, I don’t have any specific reason, I was just checking up on you. I didn’t hear any sounds coming from the room and feared you may have tried to sneak out.”


“That was an answer.” I replied, though not really understanding his logic. If it was after midnight, any normal person would be sleeping, obviously no noise would be coming from the room. “Why would I try to sneak out?”


“So I decided to give you an answer?” He said, smirking again. Bloody Malfoy and his smirks. “I don’t know, you wanted a reason though.”


“So, to what do I owe this midnight visit pleasure?” I asked, my voice full of sleep as I yawned.


“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk.” He said rather softly, as if out of caution. He was monitoring my reaction and clearly waiting for dismissal.


"A walk?" I asked, unsure of what it was he was planning on doing.


"Yeah, you know, a walk? Out in the garden or the forest perhaps?" His eyes locked onto mine and I could tell were searching for some kind of reaction from me.


"Won't someone see me?" I asked, not sure how he was planning on keeping me hidden.


"All the bedrooms people are staying in face North, overlooking the front. We only have Bellatrix and Pettigrew staying here. Everyone else just comes when called..." he trailed off, clearly not wanting to dwell on this topic.


"Ohh umm.. I'm rather tired. I just need some time to think about everything and get some rest..." as soon as it left my mouth I regretted it.


A walk sounded splendid. I'd always been one for walks at night, though no one really knew that. I'd snuck out a few times to walk alone at Hogwarts, but that was a different story. I had to be cautious now... More cautious than I had been then.


"Oh.. Right. I understand. Great. Yeah, I'll just be leaving now then." he said and quickly began to walk out.


"Draco?" I said, stopping him in his tracks. He turned to look at me, a spark of an emotion I couldn't quite capture in his eyes.




"I'll take a rain check on that walk." I said and his face lit up.


"I'd like that." He said, slipping out of my room and silently closing the door behind him.


The room was now too silent. I sighed to myself and fell back into the bed.


Merlin! I'd called him Draco, not Malfoy. Draco! How had things gone so awry?


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