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Draco's P.O.V
After the odd night few days ago, Crabbe and Goyle returned to their dumb and obedient selves. Which was rather nice for me. There were only so much time left until Christmas break was over and I'm really not looking forward to Parkinson returning. I took a sip from the pumpkin juice and watched as Clarissa wore a purple jumper with a 'C' on it and huddled over a stupid chess game that the weasel and Harry were having. They were both wearing their own jumper as well. I wondered where Granger was. Rumours were that Granger had a little accident with some spell or some potion that she was brewing in secret and had it backfired. Good for her.
I turned over to look at the both of them, gobbling down food as usual, and turned back to Clarissa. She looked up at me and I immediately turned away, looking at some Slytherin banner around the school.
One single word kept running through my mind.
Half-Blood, Half-Blood, Half-Blood.
But halfway between the stupid effort in trying to stop me from thinking of her, I heard her tell Ron and Harry that she was going to the Library.
Then, all of my train of thoughts evaporated and regrouped into: Zabini, Zabini, Zabini.
I watched her leave the Great Hall and turned around to Crabbe and Goyle, "Going to the Library. Don't worry about me." To which they grunted in response and I stood up and walked out of the Great Hall not too long after Clarissa did.
I turned around to look back at the Weasel and his Scar Friend, though. They paid no attention to me, and I didn't expect them to, as they continued on with their little game of chess. I rolled my eyes thinking about how Slytherin had almost won the House Cup when those two idiots as well as Granger walked in and completely threw our numbers away.
What even did the Weasel do? Play a dumb game of chess?
Pathetic.
I continued walking down the corridor and towards the Library. Clarissa's purple jumper just disappearing behind the shelves as I walked into the Library. I walked right past the Librarian and towards where I believe Clarissa was at. She was looking through some books.
"You know," she began, as if she knew that I was going to be here already, "There are more than one section here in the Library." Her tone was indifferent, the same one that she had used on Zabini. I felt sort of... hurt?
"I do, but I just wanted to look at books about..." I trailed off and looked around for a title that I could maybe use, "How to Grow A Variety of Plants with Just One Pot." I rambled as I looked at the ridiculous titles of this section.
"Why are you here then?" I turned and asked her the same question, "You can't possibly be interested in planting." I looked at her funny.
"No, I'm only here because this is the only section where there's hardly ever anyone here." She pulled out a quill and some parchment paper, "I'm writing to my mother." She gave a meek smile, "This is my first time away from her during Christmas. I just don't want her to be worried."
"Oh," was all that I could muster and Clarissa nodded.
"So, Zabini was right. I didn't think that I would ever be spending Christmas away from my mother." She said and placed a piece of hair behind her ear, looking at me.
"Oh," I began again, "I promise I was just checking out books." I said, completely blowing my cover.
"So you were here and listening when I was talking with Zabini. Although this isn't exactly the most secretive place in the world and it wasn't like Zabini and I were foul mouthing anyone." She smiled at me again, I felt a little relieved, "I assume Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle were there too?"
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My hand reached up and scratched the top of my neck where my hair ended. I nodded sheepishly.
"It's fine." She waved and sat down on the ground, I followed her reflexively. She flattened a piece of parchment paper and pulled out a random book from the bottom shelf — the bulky ones — and began writing her letter. I watched her hands move around the page before catching myself and putting my arms on my legs, looking up around like this was completely normal for me to do. I just hoped Harry and Ron wouldn't walk in at this moment.
"Do you write to your mother?" She asked, looking up and dunking her quill into the ink, "Or your father?"
I looked at her, "Occasionally. They're not exactly very good at writing back either so I only write once in a while." I nodded and watched her go back to writing.
"How often do you write to your mother?" I asked, sitting uncomfortably in a silent that Clarissa was swimming in.
"I write to her weekly and she responds weekly." She smiled at me again and I nodded. Her tiny hands barely escaping the cuffs of the jumper.
"Who made you that?" I asked, pointing at the sleeves.
She smiled at me, "Ron's mum made it for me." She turned around and pulled at the bottom of the sweater, showing me the letter 'C', "It's a personal present. She gives me this every year on Christmas."
"It's nice." I said.
She hummed in response and continued to write her letter. I got up a little while later and said goodbye to her as I walked out of the library.
I felt calm as I walked back to the common room where Crabbe and Goyle were sitting with some third years. I walked past them and sat down on my bed, pulling out some parchment paper and a quill and began to write a long awaited letter to my mother.
'Dear Mum,' it began.
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Clarissa's P.O.V
He was looking over at our table, I was sure of it. I looked up and he immediately divert his gaze, looking at some Slytherin banner. My eyes darted down at the game of chess between Harry and Ron that had suddenly become less amusing, "I'm going to the library, alright?" I said and they both grunted in response.
I left, knowing very well that he was just a couple steps behind me. I pulled tightly on my jumper and quickly walked towards the library. It didn't take long for him to walk in after me. I pretended to look through some Herbology book about being cautious when growing Mandrakes. I browsed a little more, trying to find a book thick enough for me to use as a table. Although, as I'm browsing, I started to feel slightly stupid for not just going to a table and write.
"You know. There are more than one section here in the Library." I said, poking fun at the fact that he had actually followed me here. Just as I had expected. From the side of my eye, I see him search past the many ridiculous book titles in this section of the library.
"I do, but I just wanted to look at books about How to Grow A Variety of Plants with Just One Pot." He said, slightly squinting at one of the books. I giggled slightly, classic Herbology section. Possibly the most bizarre section in the whole library.
He heard me giggle a little and asked why I was here, "You can't possibly be interested in planting." He gave me a weird look and I smile slightly.
"No, I'm only here because this is the only section where there's hardly ever anyone here." I my quill and parchment paper so that my next sentence would make sense, "I'm writing to my mother."
