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“Well, alright then.” Lavender said with an angry sniff. She didn’t understand what was going on with Pav at all. If it was important, she should talk about it, and if it wasn’t important she wouldn’t be acting as angry as she was.

Lavender finished painting fingernails in silence, not really knowing where to take the conversation. She could always babble on, but Parvati wasn’t being a very good conversationalist tonight. Which was very wrong.

She bounced off the bed, taking her package with her, and walked to her own bed. With a little effort she managed to find a place in her drawers to store the potion and grabbed her wand. She murmured the spell that activated the polish’s emotion reading abilities, her nails quickly turning a cloudy red. 

Parvati sat quietly with her chess pieces, her thoughts whirling about. She knew that she was being uncharacteristically quiet, but at the moment she didn’t care. She had enough to worry about without Lavender getting in her way. She and Lavender had been best friends for nearly six years, surely their friendship could last one night of distance.

Parvati felt the bed rise as Lavender moved to put the nail polishing potions away, muttering quietly. Parvati looked up, watching as her nails turned a cloudy shade of red. “What’s red mean?” she asked quietly, not really meeting the other girl’s eyes.

Lavender sat on the edge of her own bed and held her feet out in the air to look at them. “I don’t really know,” she said biting her bottom lip. “There wasn’t a color walk though. Mom must have forgotten to add it.”

She reached across her bed and placed her wand on her nightstand before curling herself up under her covers and grabbing her Charms book. If Parvati wasn’t going to talk, she might as well get some reading in before bed.

“That’s odd.” Parvati shrugged, “They usually include one.”

The other girl didn’t look up from her book. Parvati sighed. Simply put, Lavender was upset, and when Lavender was upset….oi. Parvati pushed her hair behind her ear and got up from where she sat, padding over to her best friend’s nightstand. 

“I’m sorry Lav.” she said quietly, “I-It,” she sighed,  shaking her locks wildly about her head, “It’s not easy for me to do this, to open up. I mean, it scares the piss out of me knowing that there’s someone who knows practically everything about me. I guess…I guess I just wanted something for myself, you know? People always see me as ‘Padma’s twin’ or ‘Lav’s best friend’, and I’m tired of that. I want people to remember for something that I did.”

Lavender put closed her book and put it in her lap, being careful to keep her finger in the book to keep her page. 

“You’re wrong,” she said simply. “People don’t see you like that. You see you like that. You’ve made damn sure to keep your identity away from your sisters. you two are so different. People may think you look the same, but the people that matter know that you’re not the same inside. And as far as being my best friend, of course they know you’re my best friend. And they know I’m yours. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” 

She crossed her legs and rubbed her hand against her eyes. 

“I understand, but you’re wrong.” 

She sighed, unable to really sympathize with Parvati in the slightest. She loved her best friend, she did, and she knew that this conversation wouldn’t even put a dent in their relationship. 

“I just, Pav, I get that you want things that are yours, but… you do. You just need to realize it yourself.” 

She reached and and squeezed her friends hand before opening her book up once more and attempting to read. 

Parvati grimaced slightly as Lavender dove back into her book. She pursed her lips, somewhat upset that Lav didn’t really seem to understand what she was going through, but not willing to push the subject. She got up from the bedside, frowning, ”Thanks,” she whispered half-heartedly before slipping into her bed, not feeling the least bit better.

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Parvati frowned slightly. She was allowed to have her own secrets, just as Lavender had hers. Before lashing out at her best friend, she took a deep breath to calm herself down. “I-It’s nothing.” she lied, turning her attention back to the chessboard, indicating that she wanted nothing more to forget about the entire day. 

She knew in her heart that Lavender was trying to be a good friend, but at the moment, the girl was doing nothing but wearing her patience thin.

“Well, alright then.” Lavender said with an angry sniff. She didn’t understand what was going on with Pav at all. If it was important, she should talk about it, and if it wasn’t important she wouldn’t be acting as angry as she was.

Lavender finished painting fingernails in silence, not really knowing where to take the conversation. She could always babble on, but Parvati wasn’t being a very good conversationalist tonight. Which was very wrong.

She bounced off the bed, taking her package with her, and walked to her own bed. With a little effort she managed to find a place in her drawers to store the potion and grabbed her wand. She murmured the spell that activated the polish’s emotion reading abilities, her nails quickly turning a cloudy red. 

Parvati sat quietly with her chess pieces, her thoughts whirling about. She knew that she was being uncharacteristically quiet, but at the moment she didn’t care. She had enough to worry about without Lavender getting in her way. She and Lavender had been best friends for nearly six years, surely their friendship could last one night of distance.

Parvati felt the bed rise as Lavender moved to put the nail polishing potions away, muttering quietly. Parvati looked up, watching as her nails turned a cloudy shade of red. “What’s red mean?” she asked quietly, not really meeting the other girl’s eyes.

Lavender sat on the edge of her own bed and held her feet out in the air to look at them. “I don’t really know,” she said biting her bottom lip. “There wasn’t a color walk though. Mom must have forgotten to add it.”

She reached across her bed and placed her wand on her nightstand before curling herself up under her covers and grabbing her Charms book. If Parvati wasn’t going to talk, she might as well get some reading in before bed.

“That’s odd.” Parvati shrugged, “They usually include one.”

The other girl didn’t look up from her book. Parvati sighed. Simply put, Lavender was upset, and when Lavender was upset….oi. Parvati pushed her hair behind her ear and got up from where she sat, padding over to her best friend’s nightstand. 

“I’m sorry Lav.” she said quietly, “I-It,” she sighed,  shaking her locks wildly about her head, “It’s not easy for me to do this, to open up. I mean, it scares the piss out of me knowing that there’s someone who knows practically everything about me. I guess…I guess I just wanted something for myself, you know? People always see me as ‘Padma’s twin’ or ‘Lav’s best friend’, and I’m tired of that. I want people to remember for something that I did.”

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Nonverbal spells. Daphne liked them well enough. They weren’t a strength of hers, but at least she was getting something done, unlike Longbottom, who had somehow managed to disarm himself on the other side of the classroom. Snape had set them to practice nonverbal disarming with a partner, and perhaps he thought it’d be more effective to pair Slytherins and Gryffindors with each other just to up the animosity between the houses. 

Her partner was an Indian girl who she had never met in all her five previous years of education, probably because the professors had never been so adamant about strengthening inter-house relationships as they were now. “Before we actually start, perhaps we ought to at least know each other’s names,” she suggested out of courtesy, holding out her hand. “Daphne Greengrass.”

Parvati smiled slightly. Nonverbal spells were a bit of her specialty. She heard a gasp and a grunt and looked to the other end of the room, seeing Neville crumpled in a heap on the floor. What happened? she mouthed to Lavender, who was standing a few pairs down from her. The girl shrugged in reply. Parvati sighed and stole a glance over to her partner, a tall blonde with rosy cheeks and a slight trace of a sneer. Although Draco had changed her mind about the stereotypical cruelty of every Slytherin, Parvati couldn’t help but be a bit tentative, which was why she was so shocked when the girl smiled and held out her hand. 

“Before we actually start, perhaps we ought to at least know each other’s names. Daphne Greengrass.”

“Parvati Patil,” she replied with a slight not, gently grasping the offered hand. “Sorry, but- have you gone here from first year?” she added, “I don’t mean to be rude, but, I can’t recall ever seeing you before.” 

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Draco’s sharp gaze snapped over to her, glaring. His initial reaction was to argue with her, spit an angry retort her way, but he held it back. Well, sort of. “You don’t think I’ve been through a lot? Do you have the foggiest idea what it’s like to grow up into a family with expectations for you to become the Dark Lord’s next faithful servant? Do you have any idea what it’s like to be the son of Lucius fucking Malfoy? No, you don’t,” he sneered. “Because all you fucking Light-Siders just assume that Slytherins all have it easy—we’re just born pricks and simply become the bad guys because we want to. How about because we’re scared out of our fucking minds? Or because we don’t want to know who will die, if we don’t?”

He sighed, frustrated, straightening up and taking a few steps in either direction, pivoting into a very short-lengthed pace. He forced himself to stop and look up at her again. “Never mind, I didn’t mean anything by it,” he added. “I just mean that Potter and I think very differently. He’s hard for me to understand.”

His eyes were tired. He needed sleep. Lots of it. It was so hard to come by these days.

Parvati straightened up slightly and frowned at Draco’s outburst. “You don’t have to yell, you know. And besides, Harry’s put up with you, and I’m sure that you can be awful at times; the least you can do is stand by him when he’s afraid that he’s going to lose you!”

She couldn’t understand the Slytherin. One moment he was nice and open, the next minute he’d snapped shut and was lashing out. She watched him pace, imagining a fierce lion (wouldn’t he just die if he knew) as he stalked his prey.

The blonde rubbed his eyes wearily. It wasn’t until then that Parvati noticed the bags under his eyes. “Draco…” she began tentatively, afraid of crossing the precarious line between friendship and intrusion, “Are-are you alright?”

His posture sagged as he deflated, shoulders curving into a downward hunch. He rubbed his face with his hands, giving a light groan before he answered her. “Yes, Parvati, I’m fine. Really.”

He didn’t entirely feel that she really understood or saw his side of things when it came to their fight, but he wasn’t entirely surprised, she was bound to be a little biased. And yet, something she had just said struck him.

“…when he’s afraid he’s going to lose you!”

Draco hadn’t thought of it that way. Harry hadn’t flipped because of jealousy alone, or because he was stubborn or bossy or childish. He’d freaked out the way he had because he was insecure—afraid, just as Draco was, that he wasn’t going to be enough, that they wouldn’t work out because of who they were and what they stood for. Harry had been tentative to hook up with Malfoy in the first place, knowing that Draco had a reputation of being noncommittal  and a self absorbed sleaze; so that kiss, that flirting had been like a punch to the gut for him, proof (in his eyes at least) that he may have been right, that Draco would soon be bored of him and take off to find something new.

“He’s… he’s not going to lose me,” he muttered, though it was more to himself than anything else. He shook his head and cleared his throat, finally looking up to meet Pavarti’s worried eyes. “Listen, I should go. I need sleep and to be honest I’d could really go for a drink right now too. Thank you—for listening,” he added, feeling awkward. “Hopefully, it’s a Gryffindor thing, and Harry will too. I have to find a way to talk myself out of this mess.”

Parvati nodded, “Alright, if you’re sure,” she agreed tentatively, noting the heavy bags under his eyes and less than perfect posture. She tutted softly. Draco had a point. It wasn’t his fault that his parents served You-Know-Who, and he had no choice to do so, or face certain doom. She felt her soft spot for the Slytherin growing larger.

“He’s… he’s not going to lose me,” Draco murmured, more to himself.

Parvati looked up, “Then why don’t you tell him that?” she asked softly, reaching out to brush his robes. 

He cleared his throat, saying he needed to go, but what surprised Parvati most was the fact that he thanked her. With a slight smile on her face, she bid the blonde goodbye, waving as he disappeared down the corridor. 

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Parvati sighed, grateful she’d avoided the possible conflict. They weren’t breaking up. Nothing was going to go wrong. It wasn’t her fault. She grinned happily to herself, before hearing a sharp intake of breath from the blonde. She looked up and caught a glimpse of the hurt in his stormy eyes, before he blinked it away and an impassive mask slid in its place.

“He cares about you Draco,” she said softly, placing a tentative hand on his arm, “He really does, and whether you believe it or not, he’s happier than I’ve seen him in a long time. I mean, you’re nearly opposites, but you’re perfect for each other. Does that make sense?” She brushed the thought away, “Don’t sell your self short Draco, Harry’s lucky to have you.”

He gave a quite hum of acknowledgement, not quite sure what to say. Running his fingers through his already ashamedly tousled blond strands, Draco sighed as he leaned forward onto the banister again. He shook his head. “Yeah, maybe so. But you should have seen how angry he was.” He spared her a nervous glance. “I wasn’t planning on breaking it off, but who knows, maybe he will. He was pretty upset.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “No offense, but you fucking Gryffindors… so sensitive. I mean, sure, maybe I shouldn’t have done it, but I didn’t expect him to throw the fit that he did.” Sighing he sort of let a half-chuckle escape his lips, though it was rather humorless. “I don’t know how I’m going to maintain this thing… Potter is…” he faltered. “I, well, I fancy him, clearly—a lot. But for Merlin’s sake, he’s as emotionally imbalanced and as difficult to read as a sodding girl—er, no offense, again.”

Parvati smiled gently as she watched the blonde relax. As he leaned forward slightly, speaking in a hushed tone, she couldn’t help but feel as though she’d been inducted into a sort of secret club in which Draco only allowed a few to see his true self. 

She smiled again as the normally eloquent Slytherin tripped and stumbled over his words. Clearly the boy was love struck. She felt a tug of loyalty at Draco’s jab at Harry’s emotional stability. “Harry’s been through a lot,” she cried defensively,  crossing her arms over her small frame, ”I mean, he’s got the entire world looking to him to save them from You-Know-Who. That can’t be easy on him!”

Draco’s sharp gaze snapped over to her, glaring. His initial reaction was to argue with her, spit an angry retort her way, but he held it back. Well, sort of. “You don’t think I’ve been through a lot? Do you have the foggiest idea what it’s like to grow up into a family with expectations for you to become the Dark Lord’s next faithful servant? Do you have any idea what it’s like to be the son of Lucius fucking Malfoy? No, you don’t,” he sneered. “Because all you fucking Light-Siders just assume that Slytherins all have it easy—we’re just born pricks and simply become the bad guys because we want to. How about because we’re scared out of our fucking minds? Or because we don’t want to know who will die, if we don’t?”

He sighed, frustrated, straightening up and taking a few steps in either direction, pivoting into a very short-lengthed pace. He forced himself to stop and look up at her again. “Never mind, I didn’t mean anything by it,” he added. “I just mean that Potter and I think very differently. He’s hard for me to understand.”

His eyes were tired. He needed sleep. Lots of it. It was so hard to come by these days.

Parvati straightened up slightly and frowned at Draco’s outburst. “You don’t have to yell, you know. And besides, Harry’s put up with you, and I’m sure that you can be awful at times; the least you can do is stand by him when he’s afraid that he’s going to lose you!”

She couldn’t understand the Slytherin. One moment he was nice and open, the next minute he’d snapped shut and was lashing out. She watched him pace, imagining a fierce lion (wouldn’t he just die if he knew) as he stalked his prey.

The blonde rubbed his eyes wearily. It wasn’t until then that Parvati noticed the bags under his eyes. “Draco…” she began tentatively, afraid of crossing the precarious line between friendship and intrusion, “Are-are you alright?”

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Parvati didn’t look up from her chess set. She could feel Lav’s eyes boring holes in her skull, but eye contact with the girl’s death stare could make even the strongest person crack. “I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about,” she replied calmly, gently prodding her bishop forward, cheering softly as it took out a knight.

She felt Lavender shifting around on the bed, obviously waiting for a reply. Parvati knew if she remained silent for long enough, Lavender would tire of the subject and move on. In fact, she half hoped that Hermione would come in, and they could forget the matter entirely. 

“Parvati, this is the second time in a week you’ve kept something from me.” she said, trying not to whine. “I guess if it really mattered, you’d tell me, like you did with Zack, but… Does it have to be a secret?” She asked, now working on her nails.

She didn’t like to pry into Parvati’s life, but wasn’t it her Merlin given right as a best friend to want to know every detail? Calling someone your best friend didn’t mean keeping secrets, it meant having someone who balls out accepted you no matter.

“Is it… a guy?” Lavender asked tentatively, her Inner Eye telling her that Parvati only really kept secrets about her love life. Hell, she hadn’t even known Parvati was going to the Yule Ball with Harry until she started getting ready for it that night.

Parvati frowned slightly. She was allowed to have her own secrets, just as Lavender had hers. Before lashing out at her best friend, she took a deep breath to calm herself down. “I-It’s nothing.” she lied, turning her attention back to the chessboard, indicating that she wanted nothing more to forget about the entire day. 

She knew in her heart that Lavender was trying to be a good friend, but at the moment, the girl was doing nothing but wearing her patience thin.

“Well, alright then.” Lavender said with an angry sniff. She didn’t understand what was going on with Pav at all. If it was important, she should talk about it, and if it wasn’t important she wouldn’t be acting as angry as she was.

Lavender finished painting fingernails in silence, not really knowing where to take the conversation. She could always babble on, but Parvati wasn’t being a very good conversationalist tonight. Which was very wrong.

She bounced off the bed, taking her package with her, and walked to her own bed. With a little effort she managed to find a place in her drawers to store the potion and grabbed her wand. She murmured the spell that activated the polish’s emotion reading abilities, her nails quickly turning a cloudy red. 

Parvati sat quietly with her chess pieces, her thoughts whirling about. She knew that she was being uncharacteristically quiet, but at the moment she didn’t care. She had enough to worry about without Lavender getting in her way. She and Lavender had been best friends for nearly six years, surely their friendship could last one night of distance.

Parvati felt the bed rise as Lavender moved to put the nail polishing potions away, muttering quietly. Parvati looked up, watching as her nails turned a cloudy shade of red. “What’s red mean?” she asked quietly, not really meeting the other girl’s eyes.

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Draco’s hands flew up, a trace of a sneer sneaking into his voice. Parvati flinched slightly, drawing back at the harshness of his tone. 

“I don’t know how much longer we can continue like this though.” She heard him say. “At this point it’s bound to get out sooner or later and I’d almost rather be in control of it when and how it does.”

Panic gripped the poor girl. If its over between them, then its all my fault! She thought hysterically, I know I shouldn’t’ve lied and agreed when Draco asked if Harry told me, but if Draco knew that he was the one who told me, well…well he’d just hate me, wouldn’t he? Her eyes grew wide, which didn’t manage to go unnoticed by the blonde. “Y-you two have to stay together though!” she blurted out on her own accord. “I mean, Harry- he’s so happy. I could see it in his eyes.” Yes, yes, that talk in the Gryffindor common room a few weeks prior was beginning to make sense to Parvati, “The way he smiled when I mentioned you, I could tell he really cares, and I think he’d be just devastated without you.” Perhaps she was exaggerating just a tad, but her Inner Eye told her it was the way to go, and if there was one thing Parvati listened to, besides her sister of course, it was her Inner Eye.

Silver eyes widened at the girl’s outburst, then furrowed into a low frown. He heaved an exasperated sigh. “For Merlin’s sake, are you even listening to me? Calm your tits. I never said I was breaking it off. I meant that I’m not sure how much longer we can keep it a secret,” he clarified, rolling his eyes.

He opened his mouth to continue berating her for being so dramatic, but only silently gapped at her, before closing it again. And then, “You—you think he’d be that upset?” He gave a half-hearted scoff. “I don’t know, he was pretty eager to storm away from this afternoon. I’m likely more trouble than I’m worth,” he muttered dryly, eyes staring blankly ahead to the treetops of the Forbidden Forest.

Parvati sighed, grateful she’d avoided the possible conflict. They weren’t breaking up. Nothing was going to go wrong. It wasn’t her fault. She grinned happily to herself, before hearing a sharp intake of breath from the blonde. She looked up and caught a glimpse of the hurt in his stormy eyes, before he blinked it away and an impassive mask slid in its place.

“He cares about you Draco,” she said softly, placing a tentative hand on his arm, “He really does, and whether you believe it or not, he’s happier than I’ve seen him in a long time. I mean, you’re nearly opposites, but you’re perfect for each other. Does that make sense?” She brushed the thought away, “Don’t sell your self short Draco, Harry’s lucky to have you.”

He gave a quite hum of acknowledgement, not quite sure what to say. Running his fingers through his already ashamedly tousled blond strands, Draco sighed as he leaned forward onto the banister again. He shook his head. “Yeah, maybe so. But you should have seen how angry he was.” He spared her a nervous glance. “I wasn’t planning on breaking it off, but who knows, maybe he will. He was pretty upset.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “No offense, but you fucking Gryffindors… so sensitive. I mean, sure, maybe I shouldn’t have done it, but I didn’t expect him to throw the fit that he did.” Sighing he sort of let a half-chuckle escape his lips, though it was rather humorless. “I don’t know how I’m going to maintain this thing… Potter is…” he faltered. “I, well, I fancy him, clearly—a lot. But for Merlin’s sake, he’s as emotionally imbalanced and as difficult to read as a sodding girl—er, no offense, again.”

Parvati smiled gently as she watched the blonde relax. As he leaned forward slightly, speaking in a hushed tone, she couldn’t help but feel as though she’d been inducted into a sort of secret club in which Draco only allowed a few to see his true self. 

She smiled again as the normally eloquent Slytherin tripped and stumbled over his words. Clearly the boy was love struck. She felt a tug of loyalty at Draco’s jab at Harry’s emotional stability. “Harry’s been through a lot,” she cried defensively,  crossing her arms over her small frame, ”I mean, he’s got the entire world looking to him to save them from You-Know-Who. That can’t be easy on him!”

Hey guys, sorry I haven’t been posting, I forgot my password, and since I created a new email for this blog, I couldn’t do the whole “send password to email” since I forgot my email password too, and long story short, I’m really really sorry, but now I’m back, so yeah. However, senior year is insane, so until college apps are through I may not be able to get on as easy. 

-Melissa

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Lavender made her way onto her next foot, dipping her brush into the potion before speaking. “I- I met Cho this morning. We had breakfast together. It was alright.” She paused, her voice hesitant. “I don’t really know what’s going on. I told her she could eat with us sometime if the wanted, that is, if you don’t mind.”

Her stomach rolled at the idea of eating with Cho, making her hope that Parvati would mind, just to save Lavender the trouble of figuring out what was going on.

After a moment of silence, a set of skeptical eyes rose to look at Parvati. “Same old, same old? I highly doubt that, if you had anything to do with it.”

She looked back down at her toes, checking for imperfections. Taking her free hand, she brushed absentmindedly at the edges of her toe nails, wiping away the coloring that had strayed.

Parvati smiled, “That sounds like it was fun,” she detected a note of hesitation in the girl’s voice, “What are you two exactly, Lav? I’m sure it must be confusing but…” she trailed off. 

Lavender was silent, focusing on her nails. When she finally spoke, it was only to change the subject.

“Nothing happened today.” Parvati replied a bit sharply, her cheeks reddening as she remembered her trip to the Prefect bath. She toyed with her hair before exhaling softly. “What about you?”

Lavender stared at Parvati, her face full of disbelief. “We’ve been friends for six years, Pav. Six, not one or two, but six. Now, tell me to truth.”

Her words were simple, but she knew Parvati wouldn’t give up her secret without a fight. She could see her best friend’s mind churning with ways to lie, and she wasn’t pleased at all. Parvati could get secretive, and Lavender wasn’t fond of that behavior in the slightest.

She pushed her other foot off the bed and swung it up and down, trying to dry the potion quickly. She flipped her head back up to face Parvati, her hair swinging around wildly in the process. Hermione would probably come in soon, she hoped her friend wouldn’t delay her confession so long that Hermione would come in during the middle of it. She hated dropped conversations, and that’s exactly what this would be if Parvati didn’t fess up soon.

Parvati didn’t look up from her chess set. She could feel Lav’s eyes boring holes in her skull, but eye contact with the girl’s death stare could make even the strongest person crack. “I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about,” she replied calmly, gently prodding her bishop forward, cheering softly as it took out a knight.

She felt Lavender shifting around on the bed, obviously waiting for a reply. Parvati knew if she remained silent for long enough, Lavender would tire of the subject and move on. In fact, she half hoped that Hermione would come in, and they could forget the matter entirely. 

“Parvati, this is the second time in a week you’ve kept something from me.” she said, trying not to whine. “I guess if it really mattered, you’d tell me, like you did with Zack, but… Does it have to be a secret?” She asked, now working on her nails.

She didn’t like to pry into Parvati’s life, but wasn’t it her Merlin given right as a best friend to want to know every detail? Calling someone your best friend didn’t mean keeping secrets, it meant having someone who balls out accepted you no matter.

“Is it… a guy?” Lavender asked tentatively, her Inner Eye telling her that Parvati only really kept secrets about her love life. Hell, she hadn’t even known Parvati was going to the Yule Ball with Harry until she started getting ready for it that night.

Parvati frowned slightly. She was allowed to have her own secrets, just as Lavender had hers. Before lashing out at her best friend, she took a deep breath to calm herself down. “I-It’s nothing.” she lied, turning her attention back to the chessboard, indicating that she wanted nothing more to forget about the entire day. 

She knew in her heart that Lavender was trying to be a good friend, but at the moment, the girl was doing nothing but wearing her patience thin.

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She nodded slowly and smiled, a feeling of relief settling over her, until the weight of his words hit her. 

“…the fact that he told you….” Bollocks. Draco thought that Harry had told her. And if he found out that technically, it was Draco who told her, he’d probably never want to speak to her again. The frustrated sigh from the blonde indicated that he was upset. Well that along with “when I find Harry I’m going to kill him for telling you.” 

“Oh please don’t,” she begged. If Harry got in trouble because of her lie….. “I-I promised him I wouldn’t say a thing!” She stepped closer, clutching at his robes, “Please Draco, if you’ve any heart, and I know you do, you won’t tell him. Please!” 

The Slytherin’s hands shot up instinctively in a surrendering gesture. “Fine, fine, I’ll be sure he’s not cross with you, yeah? Just, get off will you?” he sneered, then after a moment’s hesitation, added, “er, sorry. You’re just wrinkling my robes.”

As she stepped away, Draco let his hands smooth over the black fabric of his robes on his chest. Sighing, he continued talking, almost half-heartedly.

“I don’t know how much longer we can continue like this though.” He bit his tongue against saying anything along the lines of ‘if there is still a we to to continue.’ Insecurity was unbecoming. “At this point it’s bound to get out sooner or later and I’d almost rather be in control of it when and how it does.”

Draco’s hands flew up, a trace of a sneer sneaking into his voice. Parvati flinched slightly, drawing back at the harshness of his tone. 

“I don’t know how much longer we can continue like this though.” She heard him say. “At this point it’s bound to get out sooner or later and I’d almost rather be in control of it when and how it does.”

Panic gripped the poor girl. If its over between them, then its all my fault! She thought hysterically, I know I shouldn’t’ve lied and agreed when Draco asked if Harry told me, but if Draco knew that he was the one who told me, well…well he’d just hate me, wouldn’t he? Her eyes grew wide, which didn’t manage to go unnoticed by the blonde. “Y-you two have to stay together though!” she blurted out on her own accord. “I mean, Harry- he’s so happy. I could see it in his eyes.” Yes, yes, that talk in the Gryffindor common room a few weeks prior was beginning to make sense to Parvati, “The way he smiled when I mentioned you, I could tell he really cares, and I think he’d be just devastated without you.” Perhaps she was exaggerating just a tad, but her Inner Eye told her it was the way to go, and if there was one thing Parvati listened to, besides her sister of course, it was her Inner Eye.

Silver eyes widened at the girl’s outburst, then furrowed into a low frown. He heaved an exasperated sigh. “For Merlin’s sake, are you even listening to me? Calm your tits. I never said I was breaking it off. I meant that I’m not sure how much longer we can keep it a secret,” he clarified, rolling his eyes.

He opened his mouth to continue berating her for being so dramatic, but only silently gapped at her, before closing it again. And then, “You—you think he’d be that upset?” He gave a half-hearted scoff. “I don’t know, he was pretty eager to storm away from this afternoon. I’m likely more trouble than I’m worth,” he muttered dryly, eyes staring blankly ahead to the treetops of the Forbidden Forest.

Parvati sighed, grateful she’d avoided the possible conflict. They weren’t breaking up. Nothing was going to go wrong. It wasn’t her fault. She grinned happily to herself, before hearing a sharp intake of breath from the blonde. She looked up and caught a glimpse of the hurt in his stormy eyes, before he blinked it away and an impassive mask slid in its place.

“He cares about you Draco,” she said softly, placing a tentative hand on his arm, “He really does, and whether you believe it or not, he’s happier than I’ve seen him in a long time. I mean, you’re nearly opposites, but you’re perfect for each other. Does that make sense?” She brushed the thought away, “Don’t sell your self short Draco, Harry’s lucky to have you.”