She Is A Traitor (Draco Malfoy fan fiction)

Chapter 8

I lie in my bed with the light off, unable to sleep. I just can't erase him from my mind. He likes me. He actually likes me. I mean, what am I supposed to think? He has been absolutely horrid to my friends for years, but I can't help but think he isn't a bad guy. However, if I go out with him or something, my friends will feel absolutely betrayed, and I can't lose their friendship. Also, his family has a bad past, and everyone knows it. But I can't help but feel drawn to Draco. With all of these thoughts swimming through my mind, I finally drift off to an undisturbed sleep.

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I wake up with a start to a light being turned on suddenly.

"Hurry! Get up, will you? This is an emergency!" Mr. Weasley calls to Ginny, Hermione and I.

We get up off our beds without question, and we all grob our coats from a rack by the tents entrance. I grab my glasses off the table, stuffing them in my pocket. We rush out of the tent, Mr. Weasley behind us, without any clue of what was going on.

In the distance I notice a tight-knit group of grown-ups, marching across the field. They wear all black robes and hoods with masks. Above them are four figures floating, one of them is the muggle manager of the campsite.

"We're going to help the ministry. You lot- get into the woods, and stick together!" Mr. Weasley shouts over all the commotion.

Fred, George, Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione and I all start heading towards the wood. Panicked people push on all sides of me, suffocating me. There is something sprawled on the ground in front of me, but I am too scared to look and see what it is. I hear a cry of pain from behind me, obviously Ron.

"What happened?" A worried Hermione asks, stopping dead in her tracks, causing Harry to run into her. "Ron, where are you? Oh, this is stupid- Lumos!" Her wand lights up and the beam is directed at Ron, lying on the ground

"Tripped on a tree root," Ron says, clambering to his feet.

"Well, with feet that size, hard not to," said a smooth voice from behind me.

We all turn quickly to see someone leaning against a tree. To me the person is blurry, but I would know that hair and smell anywhere, which is fabric softener and a tad too much cologne. I blush furiously and look away, earning me a strange look from Harry. I peek up at Draco to see him looking directly at me, a certain softness in his eyes.

Ron, being Ron, tells off Draco in a way his mother most certainly wouldn't approve of.

"Language, Weasley. Hadn't you better be hurrying along, now? you wouldn't like her spotted would you?" Draco says, nodding at Hermione.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione glared.

"Granger, they're after muggles. D'you want to be showing off your knickers in mid-air? Because if you do hang around... they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh."

The way Draco is treating my friends is causing me to reevaluate my thoughts about him. How could he be so irritably rude to them after confessing his feelings to me? And I thought he genuinely cared. Obviously not if he would do this.

"Shut up Malfoy. You think you can go around treating everyone like dirt, when really, you just want to feel better about yourself. That's all you care about. Yourself. You are the cruelest boy at Hogwarts and I am sick of it! Leave everyone alone!" I Scream.

Draco stands there, stunned at my outburst, and so does everyone else. His eyes are wide and he gapes at me. He tries to talk but no words come out. Harry is the first to pull himself together.