Magically So Dear

Chapter Three

Maranwë stopped chatting with Pansy and slowly exited the girl's dormitories. She looked into the common room and saw a troubled looking Draco Malfoy reading his mail. Maranwë walked across the common room and took a seat next to him.

"What is on your mind?" she asked coolly.
He was just about to say what was really troubling him but decided not to.

"Oh hey Maranwë, it's nothing. Just quidditch or something."

"Quidditch doesn't start for like two more months. What's really on your mind Draco?"

"It's really nothing."

"Just tell me, maybe I can help."

"No, actually you can't. It's something you don't need to worry about."

"Ugh, just tell me!"

Draco was getting angry. He didn't want to talk about it. He would never want to talk about it and it really wasn't anything to talk about. He and his father just didn't get along. Theyuld fight about the most absurd things. He just wished his father would listen instead of constantly doing the talking. It was a common teenage problem, but no, she just wouldn't leave it alone.

"You know I learned, well actually I just kind of knew this stress relief charm this summer and I can do it anytime you like. Or you could just stop being a child and tell me what's wrong."

"Just shut the hell up. I don't need your stupid little charms Maranwë!"

"Okay." She said as plain as day, like nothing was wrong.

Maranwë was absolutely furious. She was so mad her skin was giving off a red glow.

"How dare he! How dare he call them stupid!" she said to herself.

She decided to go for a walk around the lake. She stomped down the stairs and through the common room, anyone who stared at her received a dreadful glare.

Draco felt awful, which was entirely new for him. He had never yelled at her like that before, ever. Sure, he yells at people all the time but he made sure never to yell at Maranwë or Pansy. He could easily blame it on his father but that would be childish. They hadn't even been here a week, and they were already bickering on stupid things.

She had noticed he was upset. That wasn't good. The Malfoys don't show emotion. He was brought up to not trust many people and to never let his guard down. Maybe it was her, maybe he hadn't been showing anything at all. There's just something about her.

His father told him not to think about things too much so he put his thoughts into the back of his mind. He got up and left the common room briskly.

She didn't even reach he lake before she turned around and headed back. She was still, so angry. She was about to cry until a small Hufflepuff girl knocked into her.

"Watch it you stupid git!"

"I'm so sorry!" the little Hufflepuff squealed.

"Get out of my face you little twerp!"

She felt better. Venting her anger on the little girl was wrong but it made her feel less badly. She went inside and started heading towards the dungeons when someone started yelling for her. She stopped abruptly and turned around.

"What?"

"Maranwë, wait up!"

It was Taraquin running towards her while the rest of his pals were waiting in a near by corridor. Taraquin Bole, yes one of the 7^th year boys. He was one of the very few people she really trusted. His family was close with hers and etc.

"Yes Taraquin?"

"Do you know where Draco has gone to?" he said coolly.

"No I don't, sorry."

Just then Marcus Flint and Adrian Pucey stepped out from behind a wall, bickering loudly about quidditch.

"Hey Marcus, Adrian, how are you both?" Maranwë said casually.

"Where the hell is Malfoy! We have quidditch to practice. If we don't start now those bloody Gryffindors will have one up on us."

"That's wonderful; I'm doing great by the way."

"Oh, aye, sorry 'bout that Maranwë. I'm fine, how's the family?"

"Mum and Father are doing fine, Thank you for asking though Marcus."

"Well fine, no one ever cares about the Pucey family."

"Sorry, how are they Adrian?"

"They're fine Maranwë."

The boys decided to stop the chit chat and start some quidditch practice. Maranwë didn't really want to watch nor did she want to play, so she headed back to the Slytherin house to look for Pansy.

Maranwë didn't see Draco and she was glad. She quietly walked to her dormitory door and heard something coming from inside. She had found Pansy; urse Pansy wasn't hard to miss. She was really loud.

Maranwë quickly ran past Pansy's four poster bed. Its curtains were shut tight. Maranwë stood next to Alena Roldenca one of her roommates. The two girls could hardly keep themselves from laughing out loud.

" I wonder who is in there this time?"

"I have no clue Alena but it sounds like they are both having a great time!"

Alena and Maranwë quickly ran out of the girls' dormitory and slammed the door. Then suddenly the two girls burst into laughter.

"Excuse me ladies, may I ask what all the hubbub is about?"

It was professor Snape, Slytherin's head of house.

"Oh, erm."

"What Miss Roldenca, I suggest you tell me now."

"Oh professor, it was nothing but a small flashback on some good childish memories."

Maranwë slowly put one hand behind her back and placed a silencing charm on the door. She was praying that he would buy the whole child memories excuse. If he found out what Pansy was doing he would have made her write an entire paper on pregnancy preventing potions.

"Very well then, I shall be keeping my eye on you two."

"Yes, Sir."