Hundred-Twenty-Eight: Its Like Lightning

Entry For NOJOMO #8

Never Calm Here

Waking up, I felt like a huge burden had been lifted off my shoulder. It was probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do in my entire life but Zeke deserved to know the truth. I just hope that he doesn’t take it personal and think he wasn’t enough for me, or worth waiting on. I just had many unreleased feelings for Harry over the years, and it was a moment of weakness. Now I suppose we can move on with our lives. I can tell that Zeke is wounded, however, because he slept in the boys dormitory.

“Hey. Where were you last night? I had to sleep by myself,” I laughed, teasing him by pulling onto his robes.

“Oh um…Kaden and I started talking and then I just kinda fell asleep. I wasn’t feeling well, ya know?” He replied. I nodded in agreement. He gently brushed my hands away. “I have class.” He walked away. I slumped down on the bed.

“What did I get myself into?” I questioned myself out loud.

“He’ll get over it, and if he doesn’t, it just wasn’t mean to be.” Kaden’s voice echoed in the room. I looked behind me and he was propped against the bedpost. “Zeke is really sensitive, and to mention how much he cares for you.” Kaden came and stood in front of me. He put his hands in his pocket. “I’ve learned a great deal about relationships from him over the centuries, even if he is the younger one. He forgives though, Tanya. It just takes times.”

“You’re very wise, Kaden.” I said as I placed my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me.

“You’re not doing some weird veela thing to me, are you?” He laughed uncomfortably. I shook my head as he sighed. “Okay good. For a minute there, I thought…never mind,“ Kaden looked down at me. I smiled.

“So how is the hanging out with the Hufflepuff going?”

“I think she’s hurting herself. She won’t tell me anything,” He asked. “I don’t know much about her. Do you?”

I thought and reflected back. “Well she has been here as long as I have. She’s the same age I am. Back in the day, I used to be close to her brother. Everyone thought Cedric was the one to be with. All of the ladies swooned over him. He was so nice and easy on the eye, and his athletic status helped a lot. Of course back then, I liked nice guys.” I paused for a second. “I seduced him…many of times.”

“What about Kayleen?” He questioned annoyed.

“I’m getting to that part,” I giggled, patting him on the hand. “Be patient Kaden. Okay, so where was I? Oh yeah…so Cedric and I had a small fling. I met him through Harry obviously and I met Kayleen through Cedric. It was a chain reaction. She was so insecure. She followed him around a lot. She had friends of her own but preferred to hang with her, and he obliged. He was the #1 girl in his life.” I explained.

“It must’ve been really tough on her when he passed,” Kaden cleared his throat.

“At first, she was dealing with it like one would expect. She didn’t go crazy like I did over Zeke….unless she did it in private. She slowly began to crumble as time went on. She never really was able to heal her broken heart. As for me, I mourned Cedric’s death with stride.” I continued. I put my arms around Kaden. He grabbed my hand and laced it with his.

“You promise you’re not doing some weird veela thing to me?” He asked clutching his hand in mine.

“No I promise. Just don’t mistake this as anything but close friends. I will no longer hurt your brother.” I laughed. “I’m afraid of hurting him. It’s the last thing on Earth I’d ever want to do, and I hope he forgives me.”

“He will. I told you – just give him time.” Kaden pulled me closer. “Sometimes I wonder though…if I were the one with you instead of him….”

I quickly got up. “Kaden – stop it!” I was beginning to get nervous. “What has come over you?”

“I’m sorry. I’m just so stressed out. It’s a vampire thing. We like intimacy during our dark days, even if I do like to be in isolation.”

Our conversation was quickly interrupted. Suddenly, we heard a commotion in the hallways. We stared at each other blankly. I could hear Colin in my mind but he was talking fast.

”It’s your sister….she needs you….” I heard. I tried to answer but there was no reply. All of the Ravenclaws were scurrying into the hallway. I was beginning to get scared. Where was Zeke?

Kaden and I walked into the hallway slowly. Everyone in the halls was gasping, crying, clinging onto each other for dear life. The professors wouldn’t let anyone by.

“What’s going on?” I asked a bystander.

“Two deaths! One was a girl, I am not sure of her name and the other was Draco Malfoy,”

“WHAT?!” I was dumbfounded. I looked at Kaden and started running. “I have to find Alana!” I shouted. I was dying inside. I was trying to push my way through the professors but there were too many of them. Snape grabbed me and picked me up. “Stop it! I have to find my sister!” I yelled.

“Ms. Delacour, stop. I understand your position but it will have to wait. It is still dangerous.” Snape explained.

I sat on the ground. The students were staring at me but I didn’t care. Draco was someone whom I had memories of love myself, even suicide, but I can’t imagine my sisters pain.

“Who did this, Snape?” I demanded. He crossed his arms. “Flitwick?” I went down the roll of teachers. “McGonagall? If someone doesn’t tell me…” I could feel my hands growing talons. Mrs. McGonagall gasped and whispered to the other teachers as they all nodded their heads.

“Oh dear Ms. Delacour, that won’t be necessary. Please go back with the crowd.” Mrs. McGonagall then stood up tall and straight. “Students, I am afraid that two students have died tonight. I cannot release

any more information than that but these are dark times at the school and have been for a while now. Our death toll rises more each year. It’s a shame,” Mrs. McGonagall stared at me. “If something don’ t change, the young generation will be scarce.”

I kept thinking of my sister. She must be completely destroyed at this point. Draco…he was such an important aspect of my life. His arrogance and detachment was a turning point in my life. Once he started the rumors about me, I was able to develop tough skin and stop caring what others thought. We ran away together….but it still wasn’t enough. His heart belonged to Alana, and mine to….well not him.

Rest In Peace, Misunderstood Dear Draco.