He passed her in the charms corridor on the way to class. He hadn’t even seen her. Now was as a good a time as any. “Malfoy.” She commanded.
He cowered at the sound of her voice and stopped in his tracks. He realized how ridiculous this looked and so tried to regain some of his usual oily composure. It wasn’t working.
“What do you want?” He said a little high pitched, turning to face her.
“I want to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“About our relationship.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with me too?” He sniggered.
“You wouldn’t be so brave if I had a wand in my hand.” She reminded him seriously. “I want to call a truce.”
“A truce? You want me to be civil to you? After all you’ve done to me you actually expect me to accept.”
She rubbed her temple. He was be awfully testy this morning in response to what she thought was an especially kind gesture. He posed no threat to her, not yet, and even then she could easily annihilate him. Was he so thick?
“Malfoy a war is starting. I’d prefer to have more friends than enemies, particularly if those friends are on the other side. I know exactly what you are. You aren’t evil, you don’t have it in you. You can say all the awful things you want to, you’ve never done a truly evil deed. All this posturing is to please your father and he still doesn’t approve of you, does he?” She spoke low enough, so only he could hear.
“What would you know about it?” He asked hotly.
“I’d know a lot about it actually.” She continued calmly. “You’re hurting inside more than you care to share. I can help you. I can be a friend who will listen to you, walk you through the rough times.”
His face was filled with rage. He was turning a very Vernon Dursley purple. The idea was preposterous, but she had hit upon something he had never admitted to anyone. He was nothing more than a little boy trying to impress his father, a father who couldn’t care less. “I will never agree to a truce.” He said, his voice dripping with deadly intent.
She looked at him evenly. “Fine. But the offer is still on the table.” She walked away, to leave him spluttering in his anger and embarrassment.