Chapter 14

“Because she’s dead to me.” Ron spat, his eyes had darkened and a furious glow came over his body.

Grace felt like something within her had died. She had enough. Quickly placing her things in her bag, she ran out of the library with regaining tears. As she was heading out, she ran into a wall of robes.

“Whoa Gracie. Careful, you know our genetics make us bruise easily.”

“Hey are you okay?”

Blaise and Draco turned their attention to the tears streaming down the girl’s face. Grace sniffed, “I’m fine. Just-just a coughing fit.” She brushed past the two of them.

Draco let out a sigh of relief, if anyone made her cry; he didn’t know what how much damage he would cause. Blaise, however, recognized his sister’s hidden message. ‘Coughing fit = Weasley’, he immediately left Draco at the entrance and ran after his sister.

Slytherin Common Room…

“Grace! Gracie!!” Her brother yelled from the stairwell of the girl’s dorms.

“She doesn’t want to see anyone.” Pansy said as she descended from the stairs.

“I need to talk to her!”

“She won’t even talk to me! And I’m her best friend!” Pansy whined. Blaise looked at her in a disturbed manner, never will Grace befriend a spoiled lass like Parkinson.

Blaise turned and headed towards the Gryffindor common room, he didn’t know what happened, but the Weasel would have to pay.

Slytherin Girl’s Dormitories…

Grace sat on her bed in a heavy thud. The room was bare of any life and she couldn’t have been more appreciative. Hot tears ran down her cheekbones as she clutched her stomach and gasped for air. She couldn’t really define her feelings at the moment, just because she didn’t know what she was doing. Grace knew her friends would have taken her absence badly, but never did she expect her friends to neglect her presence, especially after all they had been through. Her head started to hurt and her cheeks became numb from the repetitive glowering. She lay back on her comforter and took a deep breath of the vanilla scented covers. Lifting her head ever so slightly, so her nose would be free to breathe, she caught the sight of two deep green folders she had previously placed under her nightstand. Grace carefully sat up, making sure not to bother her mysterious branded marks, and began to re-examine her family documents. She pulled out the books she had previously borrowed from the library, looking for some connecting between her scars and the parchment within her fingertips.

Back in the Library…

Draco walked in and set his things down as he got to the isle he needed. As he was searching for the most recent Arithmacy-theory book, he crossed paths with a certain childhood nemesis.

“Weasel.” He nodded his head towards the boy sitting at a study table.

Ron snapped out of his dazed state, “Ferret.” The golden boy became red with anger and spat at the blonde’s shoes.

“Watch it!” Draco desperately wanted to push his buttons by bringing up the boy’s lack of wealth, but he was far more mature now. “What’s got your knickers in a twist?”

“What? Not going to insult my family or my life?! Not going to bring up my past and my actions?!!” Ron snapped.

“Unlike you Weasel, I’m past that kind of abuse.” Draco stuck his nose up in the air in a smirk, “Whatever’s got you ranting to me of all people has got to be bad. I’m sure you already get enough criticizing from your peers, considering you shag anything and everything. I’ll save your sorry arse and leave them to deal with you. You’re not worth my bloody time.”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?!!!” Ron bellowed, his voice getting him a glare from Madam Pince. Draco had his wand at the boy’s throat before she could step down from the front desk.

“Weasley I wasn’t the one who initiated a fight. So I suggest you leave, deal with your problem on your own, and get out of here before we both create a disturbance,” the blonde hissed in the redhead’s ear.

After placing his wand back in his pocket, Draco looked up to see a fleeing Ron. ‘Stupid Weasel,’ he thought.


After a hunt throughout the third through fifth floors, Blaise retreated back to the common room with little luck of finding the Weasel. He walked towards the bookshelf at the far right corner of the room, and picked a bottle of fire whiskey out from behind a large book. Making himself a glass, he threw himself on the couch.

“I’m glad you didn’t find him.” A familiar voice said from behind him.

Blaise turned his head to see his sister leaning in her dorm stairway. “You look better.”

“You mean better than expected.” She stated as she made her way over to the couch he was sitting in, her hips swaying awkwardly as she walked, the pain was now recurring off and on.

“Want to tell me what happened?” He offered.

“No,” Grace said as she placed a strand of hair behind her ear and sat next to her brother. Blaise raised his arm to set it on the top of the couch behind his sister. “You’re not supposed to drink in school.” She said, glaring at the drink in his hand.

“Have a little fun Gracie.” Blaise smiled as he took a sip.

“Fun my arse.” She glared at her brother and grabbed the drink out of his hand.

“Oi! No fair!”

Grace took it down in one shot, smirking as she finished. “Merlin’s beard...” Her brother muttered at the being in his arms.

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