Confessions Of A Teenage Slut//A Howgwarts Story\\[1]

I had never been so cold in my life. I felt like someone had frozen my body to the floor, even my eyes were struggling to open.

"Tru... wake up sweetheart" A voice whispered in my ear. I was confused, it sounded like my mother, but I knew it couldn't be. Both of my parents had been lost to the cause. My eyes flickered open, I was still in the court room, but the people had long since left in the hysteria of the moment and I had been chained to the floor. I didn't understand what had happened to me, not for one moment. I had spent the last seven years of my life alone, desperatly searching for answers as to what happened the night of Draco's 'death'. I had tried to release some of the incredible pain in my heart by killing and tourturing and doind everything I knew Draco didn't want me to do. He was dead. Dead and gone. But that was him, sitting in the courtroom, looking down at me with those incredible, beautiful eyes.

I sat up and waved a hand, the chains melted away and I was left staring at the spot where Draco had been hours before.

"You didn't have that kind of power when I knew you" Draco's new found American accent rang from behind me. I didn't want to turn around. I couldn't look at him, my body was twisted with anger and happiness, I didn't know whether to kiss him or kill him. Eventually I turned and looked up into his face, he smiled at me but I couldn't return it.

"Where have you been Draco?" I whispered, my voice was shaking but I was determined not to cry. He pushed his hair back and looked around for a moment.

"California" He said quickly. It was one word, just one. But it was enough to spark a huge reaction in my mind. Whilst I had been crying, mourning the loss of my boyfriend he was living in the sunshine state, laughing it up on a beach somewhere surrounded by beautiful women. But then I smiled, that was riddiculous. Draco Malfoy was inlove with me when he left, he loved me so much he was the only person who tried to fix me and he walked away into his death to try and free me from my deal.

"I thought you were dead" I said quietly. He looked away from me, prehaps from guilt though I couldn't be too sure. After a few minutes he looked at me again.

"Yeah well... I thought that was for the best" he said. Something inside me snapped like a twig and i launched my self at him, flying off of the ground and up into the stall where he sat. Chair were ripped out of the ground and smashed to spliners against the walls, carving a path directly to him. He looked terrified. When I reached him, I stood for a moment, looking into his eyes and then I slapped him hard round the face, he barely flinched.

"For the best? For the fucking best? My life was finally back together. You are everything I have ever wanted Draco, you were my best friend and I had to stand in the rain and watch your coffin go into the ground. I had to cope with losing you and I had to cope with every single fucking thing that happened afterwards. My life was ripped apart Draco, a postcard would have done. A quick owl y'know? Something along the lines of 'Hi Tru it's Draco, your boyfriend. I'm not dead by the way' Something like that" I screamed. The tears were pouring down my face as I sank to the floor and Draco just sat, staring at me, watching me crumble infront of him.

"I wasn't allowed to come back and I wasn't allowed to speak to you. That night, I apparated to the Manor and my mother met me at the gate, she told me that Voldemort had great plans for you and he knew I was coming to stop him. Voldemort knew I was your only weakness and he had told my mother that I had two choices, go away forever or death. So I left, and I kept in touch with my mother, she made sure I knew all about you in her letters. But I couldn't see you Tru, becuase if I had died, I would have never been able to come back here. I saw that you'd been caught in the newspaper and I came as fast as I could, I wanted to help you Tru. But considering even Dementors won't touch you I'm thinking you don't need my help" He said. His words washed over me and I took a few moments to take it all in. I nodded slowly.

"So what now?" I asked slowly. He smiled at me.

"I'm coming back to England, the ministry are ro - opening Hogwarts and I'm going to be potions master. I did the same job at a school in the States but I couldn't resist the oppertunity when it came to me" he said. I nodded slowly.

"They can't put you in jail Tru, you're too strong... so they want you to come to the school too... they want you to teach" he said gently. I couldn't speak, my mind was still processing the huge amount of information I had been given. I slowly got to my feet.

"What do they want me to teach?" I asked slowly. A smile spread across his face.

"Defence Against The Dark Arts" He said. I nodded again. The Dark Arts was certainly something I had alot of experience in. They couldn't kill me, they couldn't imprison me so they thought they'd use me to their advantage.

"Are we going home now Draco?" I asked him, I was tired and all I wanted to do was fall into his arms and sleep. He frowed.

"Back to Hogwarts? Well it's not school time yet" he said. I smiled gently.

"No, back to where ever we're living... You came back for me, we can be together" I said, stroaking his hair. He bit his lip.

"It's not that simple Tru" he said quietly. I frowned at him and he looked straight into the floor like I wasn't even there.

"Tru... in America I... Well... I'm married Tru, and I have a daughter" He said.

At that moment, I wished the Dementors had finished me off.