Wizarding Week

Louise has always dreamt of going somewhere completely new, and when her school organises an exchange with a mysterious school called Hogwarts, it's her perfect moment. Louise doesn't realise the magic behind the doors of Hogwarts, and maybe, just maybe, she might even fit in with the people there more.


12. The Explanation.

It wasn't easy telling Harry what had happened with Draco, at first he was angry, and then he understood. Even though it was easy to blame Draco, it wasn't actually his fault he couldn't remember. While I was telling the story, I saw Hermione looking at Ron longingly, he hadn't noticed and was still eating his cereal. Ron always seemed to be eating.

"So," Ron said through a mouth full of food, "That Malfoy git doesn't even know who you are, because of the older Malfoy git?" He gulped loudly.

Hermione glared at him, "Honestly Ronald, can you not speak when you are eating?" Her gaze softened slightly, "But yes, that is what Louise is saying."

I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying, this week had been amazing in some ways, but awful in others. I still hadn't gone to see Dumbledore about my powers, and I knew I needed to. I decided to go and talk to him after breakfast, and bring Harry with me.

Dumbledore was sat in his usual place at the front of the Great Hall, in the middle. I finished my cereal quickly, and tapped Harry on the shoulder.

He leant his head to mine so that I could whisper in his ear, "I'm going to go and ask Dumbledore if I can speak to him, can you come with me?"

Harry nodded and got up, gesturing me to follow him. All the others looked confused, but I'd explain later, I needed to hear what Dumbledore had to stay about what I had found out.

I felt many eyes on me as I walked down the middle of the Great Hall towards the teacher's table, you didn't usually see people walking towards it. A lot of the Slytherin's were glaring at me, because of what had happened a few minutes earlier. I saw the Ravenclaw's staring too, Heather was with them. I'd hardly seen her since we arrived, but she didn't know anything about Draco, or my powers. Orla was staring too, all my muggle friends were. 

Dumbledore looked up as he saw Harry and I approach. He looked over his half-mooned spectacles, his eyes twinkling slightly, "Mr Potter, Miss Williams, what can I do for you?"

Before I could reply, Harry jumped in, "Professor, Louise and I, really need to speak to you." His eyes dart to Snape for a second, "In private."

Dumbledore looked concerned for a minute, but smiled gently at me, "Well, I'll be in my office after breakfast. Come and see me then? Mr Potter, you know how to get there." Harry nodded and pulled me away, back down to the Gryffindor table. The Slytherin's were laughing at me now, but I found myself not caring.

I couldn't see any sign of Draco, he obviously hadn't come back. I told Harry that I was going to the loo, and that I'd be back in ten minutes. I knew exactly where I was going, to Draco and I's corridor.

It didn't take me long to get there, I knew the way. I wasn't sure what I'd expect to find when I went down the corridor, but I just needed a moment to think. The place where Draco and I met was still there obviously, I lent against the cold wall, closing my eyes for a moment.

I open them, and a face is front of me, it's Draco. 

His face was paler than usual, and it looked like the life had been sucked out of him. He was glaring at me, but there was a slight soft look in his eye. I knew deep, deep down, he knew who I was.

"You're killing me." Draco's voice broke slightly as he began to talk, like he was about to cry, "I don't even know who you are, but you're making my heart ache, and that's not something I'm used to. The thing is, the last few days seem like a blur, I can't remember them properly. It's like my life has been wiped clean, but then you're there, wherever I look, but I don't know who you are. And it's killing me." His face was really close to mine but he still had the same hard expression on his face.

"I'm Louise, Draco. Louise. You do know me. You loved-" I stop for a second, unsure whether to say the next part of my sentence, "You loved me." I whisper.

Draco backed away from me, so he was lent up against the wall opposite me. He was staring at his hands, "I can't, I can't, love a-" 

I interrupted him, "A what Draco?" I snapped, tears spilling down my cheeks, "A muggle? I have feelings too you know. I'm not even a damned stupid muggle. You made me realise that. But you don't remember anything. How about how I feel?" The tears were coming hard now, and I didn't even try to stop them, Draco was staring at me with wide eyes, "Nobody ever cares about how I feel. I've come to a brand new school for a week, and fallen in love with a boy who doesn't have a clue who I am. I gave you my heart Draco, and you had given me yours. And now I just don't know what to do." And with that, I turned on my heel, my face soaked with tears, and walked away from him. He didn't follow me. 

I needed to go back to the Great Hall to meet Harry, and to see Dumbledore. It looked like I had been crying, I wiped my eyes with the back of my robe, held my shoulders back, and walked into the entrance of the Great Hall.


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