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Chapter 53 ~ The First Fight

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"Lily, are you even listening to me?"

"Hmm?" I hummed, startled as a pale hand waved before my face. Draco was peering at me with insistence, as if waiting for me to answer him something. "I'm sorry, Draco. What?"

"I said, are you going to come and watch me in Quidditch practice today?" he repeated. For once, it was just Draco and I. We sat next each other on the fountain, enjoying the not-too-freezing Scotland breeze.

"Oh, of course I will. What time is it?" I asked, feeling a little embarrassed for zoning out as I did. Draco glanced down at his wrist, reading the expensive watch his parents had sent him last Christmas. "It's at ten, so in about fifteen minutes," he said.

"I've got cheerleading at twelve, so that works out just fine. Let's get going," I agreed, getting up off the fountain. We set off towards the pitch, silence enveloping us for a few minutes. And then - "Lily, are you sure you're alright?"

I refrained my sigh of frustration and pursed my lips instead. "Yes, Draco, I told you I'm fine," I said pointedly. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, you've been awfully quiet and less affectionate," he said.

"Less affectionate?" I quizzed, looking at him with confusion.

"Ever since you got in trouble with Umbitch, you barely even want me to touch you. You don't hug or kiss me or anything..." I felt guilt strike my stomach from the underlying sadness of his voice. Was it that noticeable?

"I'm sorry, Love. I've just...I've had a lot on my mind, alright?" I reassured. Draco furrowed his dark eyebrows.

"Then talk to me. That's what I'm for, right?" he asked me. I nodded stiffly.

"Of course," I said quietly, feeling Draco's fingertips tentatively brush against my arm.

"Then tell me what's on your mind. C'mon, a knut for your thoughts?" he joked lightly. I smiled tightly and shook my head. "It's nothing,"

Draco stopped in his steps and I did the same. For once, he was looking at me with anger. "Why are you being so difficult?" he demanded, making me reel back in shock.

"What are you-?"

"I'm trying to be a good boyfriend because I love you and I want you to be happy! When will you stop lying to me - lying to everyone - and saying you're fine?" he shouted. I felt my eyes widen drastically.

"I am fine!" I exclaimed.

"Evangeline - oh, you know what? Nevermind. I don't care anymore," he huffed, stalking off with his green and silver Quidditch robes billowing behind him. I followed closely.

"What do you mean you 'Don't care anymore'?" I hissed heatedly. He threw his hands up dramatically.

"If you want me to play dumb and not see there's something wrong, then sure I will." he said moodily. I gaped at his rudeness and then promptly shut my mouth and took a few steps away from him. We walked the rest of the way in a tense and stubborn silence. I was mostly irate with myself, for Draco and I had nearly lasted a year without a single argument. Of course my stupid self had to go and mess that up, right?

We made it to the pitch where the rest of the team was and a word had still not been spoken. Just before I walked off to the stands, Draco grabbed my hand firmly.