Chapter 13

                                    

                                          
In Ophelias perspective 
                          
       Ophelia walked down the hallway, her books pushed up against her chest. Her head was down, she was trying to not be noticed, not because she was doing anything wrong but because she didn't feel like interacting with anyone at the moment. 
                          
Someone came up from behind her and pulled her in by her waist, pushing her up against them. Ophelia turned so her hands were on Draco's chest. She looked up into his eyes, which were peculiarly bloodshot this morning. 
"Are you ok?" Ophelia asked, cupping his face with her cold hands. 
"Yeah I'm fine." He said. He was smiling down at her but she could see a pained look deep in his eyes. 
"I don't believe you." She said, rather stubbornly. 
"I'll tell you later." Draco croaked "let's forget about that for now."
                          
He moved his hand down her waist until his hands interlaced with hers. He playfully tugged at her fingers and she laughed. They continued to walk down to the dungeon. 
                          
"You know." Draco started "I think it's time I've given you a nickname." Ophelia looked up at him in surprise. A little smirk had formed on Draco's face as he met her eyes. 
"I didn't know you gave those to people." Ophelia said, blushing. "You don't seem like the type." 
                          
"Is that so?" Draco replied, the smirk on his face growing bigger. 
"Yes." Ophelia said, tugging on Draco's waist so he was pushed up against the wall, her body in front of his. "Yes that is very much so." 
Draco's eyes twinkled and he moved so he was slouching sideways on the wall, his hands still hanging loosely in hers. 
                          
"How about Oph?" He said. 
                          
"That's what Harry used to call me." Ophelia whispered sadly. "Before the whole fall out." 
                          
"Next time I see that little git I'm going to kill him." Draco growled. 
"Go ahead." Ophelia said, smirking a little. "Although, I don't think it would solve anything."
                          
"Alright well since that nickname won't work what about Lia?" 
"That makes me sound five."
"Lee?" 
"I'm not having the same name as that annoying Gryffindor." She scowled. 
"Good point." Draco said. "How about... Ophy." 
Ophelia cringed at the name, she didn't really like it but coming from his mouth it sounded rather cute. 
"It's decided then." Draco said, catching the twinkle in her eyes, "Ophy it is." 
Ophelia giggled at the stupid sounding nickname. Draco smiled and then started to laugh. 
"What's so funny?" A voice asked from behind them. 
Ophelia turned to see Harry looking straight at Malfoy. 
"It's nothing." Ophelia whispered, her eyes suddenly being very interested in the floor. 
Draco pushed his way past her, almost as if he was guarding her. 
"None of your business Potter." He scowled. 
Harry grimaced and looked at Ophelia. 
"This is really who you choose to spend your time with." He growled at her. " I don't think I've ever been more disgusted in my life. 
Ophelia looked up to meet Harry's eyes. She couldn't even see a glimpse of the old friendship they had for so long. The only thing that loomed in them was hate for both her and Draco. Ophelia could feel tears starting to form in her eyes and she tilted her head back down to the floor.
"Shove off Potter." Draco said, advancing on him. Harry looked very small compared to Draco's tall figure. 
"My pleasure." Harry said, glaring at Ophelia one last time before strutting off. 
                          
Draco turned back to see Ophelia sitting down, leaning her back against the wall. Her head was leaned down onto her knees and her hands covered her ears. Her shoulder were shaking. 
Without saying anything he walked over and sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her shaking shoulders. She leaned into him, her head up against the crook of his neck. 
"It's ok Ophy." Draco whispered, stroking her shoulders with his long fingers. "He's not worth it anyway." 
"I know." She croaked through tears. 
"Then why cry over him?" Draco asked.
"Because I hate him!" She bawled "I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!" 
"Welcome to the club." Draco said, as an attempt to lighten the mood. 
Ophelia looked up at him, a deep pain covering the surface of her eyes. Suddenly, a smile broke out onto her face and she started to laugh. 
Draco sat there, not really knowing how to respond to this sudden burst of laughter. 
"I'm sorry," Ophelia laughed "this is probably the worst time for me to be laughing." 
Draco looked down at her face, her mouth sat wide open as she continued to laugh, attempting to cover her face with her hands. Her eyes and cheeks were still red and puffy. Without warning, Draco joined in. They sat there laughing for no reason whatsoever. 
Ophelia leaned into Draco, her hands rubbing her eyes. She fell into his lap and rolled her head up so it was facing his. She was still laughing, Draco had stopped. 
"You're way in dealing with grief is very different from normal people." Draco said. 
"What can I say," Ophelia gasped. "I'm not like most girls." She winked up at him and started to laugh even more. Draco put his hands under her arms and pulled her up so she was sitting in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and put his chin on her shoulder. 
"You're not wrong." He said. "You're not like any girls I've ever met before." 
Ophelia stopped laughing and looked up at him, smiling. 
"Well duh." She replied. 
Draco broke out on a giant grin. He leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead. 
"Oh shit!!" Ophelia suddenly exclaimed. "Is it really that time already! We better get headed to potions." 
She stood up and turned around, holding her hand out to Draco who took it and pulled himself up. 
He put his arm around her shoulder and they walked down to potions, preparing themselves for Snape's wrath.