CHAPTER 25
Draco retreated to his room. He never would have thought he’d be happy to see this shabby excuse of a room. He collapsed on his bed happily. It creaked in protest but he didn’t care. He didn’t even care that Neville was sharing a room with him. At the moment that is. All that mattered was that he had a semi comfortable bed, and had edible food. Food. He was starving. He lay on his bed looking up at the ceiling. Would his father be alright? Would Voldemort kill him as punishment for Draco joining the order? Did Voldemort even know he joined the order? There was a knock on the door. Tonks walked in with a tray of soup. Draco sat up.
“I take it your hungry?”Tonks said handing it to him.
“Starving- this isn’t it is it?”Draco demanded inhaling the soup. Tonks laughed.
“We need a house elf around here,”she said and glanced at the clock.
“Molly’s making dinner tonight but I bet your still starving. I’m not that great of a cook but i’ll whip you up something else besides soup,”Tonks said and walked to the door and she paused. She smirked turning to look at Draco.
“What? Are you going to get me food or not?”Draco demanded.
“So I guess now your hungry enough to eat that garbage I so dim wittingly call food,”Tonks said, mocking what Draco had said to her a little after he had first arrived. Draco wrinkled his nose.
“Even the food here, remarkably, is like a five star restaurant food in comparison to that sludge they call food at Azkaban,”Draco muttered. Tonks blue eyes landed on Draco her purple hair growing longer, Draco wondered if she even noticed as the purple hair traveled down to her shoulders, her eyes slowly turning green. Draco vaguely wondered if her eyes were like a mood ring, changing colors with mood.
“It was awful wasn’t it?”Tonks said quietly.
“No, it was great, I’d love to go there again,”Draco spat sarcastically, his silver blue eyes rolling. “Will you just get me more food, please?”snapped Draco. Tonks's’s hair turned a fiery red and she stormed out. Draco sighed getting as comfortable as he could on the sad excuse of a bed. That's when Neville walked in. Neville walked over to his side of the room casting a nervous glance at Draco.
“What did I say about my part of the room?”Draco snapped.
“How else am I supposed to walk in and out?”Neville asked.
“Exactly,”Draco muttered under his breath.
“What?”
“Figure it out,”Draco said loudly.
“If only we could switch sides?”said Neville in a hopeful voice.
“No, no, than I would have to walk on your side of the room, and no matter how many times I shower, I will never, ever, be clean,”Draco said. Neville frowned.
“But Malfoy-“
“No talking unless your about to die,”Draco snapped. Neville frowned in frustration. Neville collapsed on his bed opening a herbology book reading quietly. Neville had done some decorating on his side of the room since Draco had been in Azkaban. Gryffindor colors flashed at Draco, a poster of a lion. Neville had books everywhere, little nick knacks and his robes piled neatly in his trunk. Draco’s side was empty. He had robes, that was about it. That and his deatheater mask under his dresser. Draco kicked the ugly thing under his bed. The door opened and Tonks walked in again.
“Here,”she said handing Draco a plate of pizza. Draco took it. Tonks stood there.
“You can do now,”Draco drawled.
“You could say thank you,”Tonks snapped. Draco smiled brightly. He pushed his hanging blonde hair out of his face.
“I could,”he agreed,”but I wont.” Tonks looked annoyed and stomped off. Draco ate this food more delicately, more politely and gentleman like. He pushed his untidy hair back for the millionth time. He needed hair gel, and a hair cut. Draco sat brooding. Where was his father now? What was Voldemort doing to him? Where was his mother? Why hadn’t the order found her and put her some where safe? Did Voldemort know he had joined them? All these questions clouded Draco’s mind.
“Malfoy?”Neville said slowly. Draco cast him a glare of annoyance.
“What?”
“Have you seen Trevor?” Draco gave Neville a horrified look.
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