Emotional - 6)Nervous, 7) Worried
1 - Accomplished
2/3 - Depressed/Thankful
4 - Lazy
5 - Artistic
92.
Nervous
"Will you stop fidgetting?"
You meet his annoyed gaze with a nervous grin and jump slightly when the carridge driver called out. You're on your way to meet his parents, though not for the first time. You remember being introduced to them while your parents were still sane.
You quickly start fidgetting again and at his disapproving glare you question: "But... What if they don't like me?"
He sighs and you get the vague feeling you're starting to really annoy him. "Then they will have to put up with you."
You're heart swells slightly, because you know that is the closest you're going to get to a declaration of love for a while yet. But your nervousness remains and soon the carridge stops and you're stepping out, offering a hand to him, which he takes gracefully. His smirk makes your knees tremble, before you sober to only feel sick again.
They're standing a few metres away, at the entrance gates and you feel yourself freeze to the spot as you do when you're scared. But he takes your hand and leads you towards them and upon reaching them, bows politely, and you mimic him before he speaks.
"Mother, Father. It's nice to be home." His mother, to your surprise, bends to cup his face and kisses his cheeks, smiling as she hugs him. To your amusement he looks uncomfortable. Mr. Malfoy shakes his hand, offering words, though his eyes are cold and on you.
"And this young man is?" His voice is smooth, a matured version of your boyfriend's.
"This is Neville Longbottom." He turns to you, "Neville this is my mother, Narcissa Malfoy and my father, Lucius Malfoy."
You stumble over your words and offer your hand and you blush brightly, but Narcissa smiles and ushers you inside after a small greeting. She seems happy for her son.
But you can't help but sweat as Mr. Malfoy stares and you feel somewhat defensive as he takes your boyfriend's arm and leads him in the opposite direction.
132.
Worried
He has thrown himself back into his studies again and you can't help but worry. He usually talks to you, but he hasn't spoken a word to you since you both returned. Be it civil or an insult. Your end of year tests start in a week or twoand you know you should be studying, but his behaviour has you jumpy.
You wonder whether it's in your best interests for you to ask the Professor about it. But you know of how close they are. You find yourself almost hopping down the hallway, you're so twitchy.
You knock hesitantly and wait, jumping slightly at the Professor's bark.
"Uh, sorry, sir, if I'm disturbing you." You carefully close the door after you and are surprised by the especially disapproving look on the Professor's face.
"What do you want, Mr. Longbottom? I have important matters to attend to."
You pause to gather your withered thoughts, fighting off your shivers. "I..." You start uncomfortably, "Is there something wrong with Draco?"
You're surprised when he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, "Mr. Longbottom, the wrath of Lucius Malfoy isn't terribly recent news."
"But why would Draco be affected by that?" You ask urgently, and the Professor seems exasperated when he answers, after he sends you a feirce glare.
"You don't beleive his father is going to let him be with you peacefully, do you Mr. Longbottom? He wants an heir. Two males cannot have one."
It's the first time you've thought of it and the revelation makes you jump with questions. It takes you a moment to form words but the Professor raises a hand to silence you, "The password is 'lion', he should be in his dormitory. Studying, no doubt."
You move to run to the Slytherin painting, but pause, "Sir? Why are you being so civil?"
"Because, Mr. Longbottom, no matter how I... dislike you, you make my godson happy. And you are not the only one worried by his silence."
2/3 - Depressed/Thankful
4 - Lazy
5 - Artistic
92.
Nervous
"Will you stop fidgetting?"
You meet his annoyed gaze with a nervous grin and jump slightly when the carridge driver called out. You're on your way to meet his parents, though not for the first time. You remember being introduced to them while your parents were still sane.
You quickly start fidgetting again and at his disapproving glare you question: "But... What if they don't like me?"
He sighs and you get the vague feeling you're starting to really annoy him. "Then they will have to put up with you."
You're heart swells slightly, because you know that is the closest you're going to get to a declaration of love for a while yet. But your nervousness remains and soon the carridge stops and you're stepping out, offering a hand to him, which he takes gracefully. His smirk makes your knees tremble, before you sober to only feel sick again.
They're standing a few metres away, at the entrance gates and you feel yourself freeze to the spot as you do when you're scared. But he takes your hand and leads you towards them and upon reaching them, bows politely, and you mimic him before he speaks.
"Mother, Father. It's nice to be home." His mother, to your surprise, bends to cup his face and kisses his cheeks, smiling as she hugs him. To your amusement he looks uncomfortable. Mr. Malfoy shakes his hand, offering words, though his eyes are cold and on you.
"And this young man is?" His voice is smooth, a matured version of your boyfriend's.
"This is Neville Longbottom." He turns to you, "Neville this is my mother, Narcissa Malfoy and my father, Lucius Malfoy."
You stumble over your words and offer your hand and you blush brightly, but Narcissa smiles and ushers you inside after a small greeting. She seems happy for her son.
But you can't help but sweat as Mr. Malfoy stares and you feel somewhat defensive as he takes your boyfriend's arm and leads him in the opposite direction.
132.
Worried
He has thrown himself back into his studies again and you can't help but worry. He usually talks to you, but he hasn't spoken a word to you since you both returned. Be it civil or an insult. Your end of year tests start in a week or twoand you know you should be studying, but his behaviour has you jumpy.
You wonder whether it's in your best interests for you to ask the Professor about it. But you know of how close they are. You find yourself almost hopping down the hallway, you're so twitchy.
You knock hesitantly and wait, jumping slightly at the Professor's bark.
"Uh, sorry, sir, if I'm disturbing you." You carefully close the door after you and are surprised by the especially disapproving look on the Professor's face.
"What do you want, Mr. Longbottom? I have important matters to attend to."
You pause to gather your withered thoughts, fighting off your shivers. "I..." You start uncomfortably, "Is there something wrong with Draco?"
You're surprised when he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, "Mr. Longbottom, the wrath of Lucius Malfoy isn't terribly recent news."
"But why would Draco be affected by that?" You ask urgently, and the Professor seems exasperated when he answers, after he sends you a feirce glare.
"You don't beleive his father is going to let him be with you peacefully, do you Mr. Longbottom? He wants an heir. Two males cannot have one."
It's the first time you've thought of it and the revelation makes you jump with questions. It takes you a moment to form words but the Professor raises a hand to silence you, "The password is 'lion', he should be in his dormitory. Studying, no doubt."
You move to run to the Slytherin painting, but pause, "Sir? Why are you being so civil?"
"Because, Mr. Longbottom, no matter how I... dislike you, you make my godson happy. And you are not the only one worried by his silence."