Redemption.

Astrology

Draco's POV.

The next morning, Draco woke up with a feeling of heart-lightness. Nothing was lost, yet. He was trying not to get his hopes too high, but he couldn't help himself. Even though she only considered having him as a friend. That's progress, he thought, smiling to himself as he stepped into the empty common room.
Blaise was nowhere to be seen, and Draco doubted he'd see him for breakfast. He thought about Blaise hanging out with some girl somewhere in the castle, and smiled to himself. His best-friend had always been very secretive.
Draco walked up to the Great Hall and sat down, grabbing a few toasts and filling up his glass with orange juice. However, he felt observed. Dozens of girls seemed to be spying on him as he looked up, and he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. He knew he had this effect on people, girls mostly, even though he never paid much attention.
This was the last day of the week. As much as he was thrilled to finally have some free time to go and read or study, he was also hopeful something might happened during the weekend to give him the opportunity to spend a bit more time with Stiorra.

He drank down his tall glass of juice, grabbing his toasts and headed back to the common room, for he didn't have any classes before ten o'clock.
He went to his room to grab his books and quill, taking this all out of his trunk, as a little silk black bag fell out on the hardwood floor.
His brows were knitted together, for he didn't remember ever owning something like this, and he picked it up. He opened the little satchel, the fabric feeling soft and cold in his hands, and a golden chain fell in the palm of his hand.
His eyes softened all of a sudden, realising this was the gift he had bought for Stiorra and never had the courage to give it to her.
It was a golden necklace with a golden charm, to represent the colours of her house that she used to wear proudly enough. However, he asked someone to add a dark emerald on the golden charm, so that he'd be with her forever.
Draco smiled to himself, knowing no one would catch him in a moment of tenderness, and put the necklace back into its silky satchel, then shoved the tiniest of bags into his pants pockets, where no one would find them.

The day went by quite slowly, for he was thinking about the Astrology class with the Gryffindors, hoping he'd have a chance of talking to Stiorra again. At five o'clock, as they got dismissed from the last class of the day, Draco walked back to the dungeon where he hoped for a moment alone with his thoughts, knowing the rest of the students of his house would have gone either to Hogsmeade to enjoy a butterbeer and some sweets, or to the library to study.
Draco went to sit on the couch by the fire when he suddenly got dragged and crushed in the armchair, with Pansy Parkinson sitting in his lap. She was grinning as she held onto his cravat.

"What do you want?" Draco blurted out.

"Come on, love. This isn't a way to treat a lady."

"I don't see any," he told her, looking around the room.

Pansy scoffed. On the moment, Draco realised just how much he hated the girl, having poor thoughts about her. He pushed her away and tried getting up, but Parkinson shoved him back into the chair. Draco's brows were knitted together.

"How's your golden girl?" she hissed.

"You seem to care a lot about her."

"You wish. So, that's where you headed off to yesterday, then. Blaise didn't want to say."

"Why do you care?" Draco asked.

"I don't."

Pansy Parkinson let go of Draco and jumped to her feet, pacing around by the fire with her arms crossed on her chest. Draco couldn't help but feel like something was off.

"I just don't know why you'd go after a traitor like her when you could have me," Pansy said.

"If you fancy me, why don't you just say so?"