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They say time heals all wounds…
And then she saw him…
4 years earlier…
Willow saw Draco Malfoy sitting on a bench, alone.
She had heard of him, misunderstood, misfortunate to be born in a terrible family with an awful father, dark as he was once a death eater.
He was incredibly handsome with his bleach blond hair all tussled, his angular face, stone grey eyes, and broad shoulders.
He was wearing, to her surprise muggle clothes, consisting of jeans, converse, and a tighter grey shirt.
She smiled, he was not in his robes for the first class of their final year, just as she was not; wearing muggle born clothes consisting of tight marbleized jeggings, black flats, and a striped blue, higher loose fitting shirt, the sleeves stopping at her elbows.
The one thing she had showing that she was part of Gryffindor was a big black wide bracelet with its logo.
She looked down at herself and then back to Draco, his head down.
She was new to Hogwarts, new to Britain and when she heard of the amazing wizarding school opening for a last semester in England she had decided to go, packing her bags from New England in America and heading here.
Willow hadn't realized this whole time that she was staring straight at Draco and this time he was looking back.
She didn't drop her eyes, but neither did Draco Malfoy.
Willow would win, though; she always did, she thought as she stared across the expanse connecting her gaze with a complete stranger.
His eyes did not budge and Willow's began to water, she bit her lip, and saw a small smirk on Draco's face.
She bit her mouth harder, her eyes began to hurt and she looked away, only a little upset with not winning, she was after all almost 18 years old.
She looked up again and saw him put a wand in his pocket staring at her.
Well, that was just not fair! Willow crossed her arms and glared at him. He laughed. She turned and stomped away, not giving him another thought.
She did, think of him though, all through introductions, and schedules, she thought of him and how it would be fun to give him a piece of her mind about cheating with magic.
She got up as she was dismissed from her "homeroom" and smiled, happy she didn't' have to change, no one did, they were going easy this year, having no robes.
She looked at her schedule and smiled: potions, this should be interesting. But where was it?
She was so busy looking at her paper she didn't realize she was about to collide head first with someone.
She felt the impact and heard a velvet voice, "Bloody hell, watch where you're going."
"Excuse me, why don't you watch where you are going."
She looked up and found two stone grey eyes looking at her with an almost intrigued expression.
Draco Malfoy smiled and said, "Ah, my staring partner, don't you have something better to do with your life than make me late for class."
"Well I'm not the only going to be late for class." She remarked. She crossed her arms and said, "Look, I need to get to potions class so can you please tell me where in this godforsaken maze of a school it is."
He strode passed her and said, "Sadly for me, I'm going there too, and so I'll show you."
Willow caught up with him, "Putting that mean statement aside I would be more than delighted to walk with you," She said sarcastically and to her surprise saw him smile.
A few minutes later they had managed to come to a door with a sign saying: potions.
Draco walked right in and found a seat without giving her a second glance.
She, though, being the person that she was didn't care, and walked right in taking a seat right next to Malfoy.
He looked up at her and furrowed his blond eyebrows, "I hope this isn't going to be a habit."
She furrowed her eyebrows and said, "Are you always this nice, I mean really I'm only giving you a taste of your own medicine."
At that he laughed out loud and took his hand offering it to her, "Draco Malfoy, you know usually I'm not this bloody nice to someone but you won't take any less."
Willow extended her hand, "Willow Woodson, I know the name is ironic, and by the way I'm usually a lot meaner to people but it seems you might not be able to take it."
He ignored her sass and they both shook hands, at the exact moment class begun.
Today they were picking partners, but the only person who would be doing the picking was professor what's his face. She was paired with a tall gangly kid named Neville Longbottom, who was incredibly sweet, and they got on well.
Draco was paired with… Hermoine Granger, she saw for a moment the way he looked at her and smiled thinking they would be cute together.
Neville and Willow completed their assignments and decided to talk.
She actually liked him; he was a little quirky but handsome, smart, and so nice.
The bell sounded and she walked out with Neville purposefully ignoring Draco, "Willow, I was wondering if you wanted to do our potions homework together at study?" He asked casually and hopefully.
Willow smiled, "Sure that would be great."
Neville flashed his pearly whites and Willow walked along smiling at him from behind.
She checked her schedule and smiled; dark arts class; her favorites, and she couldn't help but hope that Draco would be there too.
Draco Malfoy was intrigued by the American girl.
She was, so very different. She didn't care about his past unlike… well he wouldn't talk about his potions lab partner. Willow should be in slytherin, thought Malfoy; they would all have a bloody good time making fun of the Gryfindor's.
Draco wanted to know more of her.
She could feel the searing pain of where he had put his hands on her, of where he had brushed her hair, of where he had kissed without her permission. She could hear him call her 'baby' and how he had said that no one would find her, 'she was his.' Willow remembered how scared she was, but amidst her fear she had grown strong, but that did not matter, she would have died…
Willow woke with sweat on her face and a pain all over her body. She raised herself up out of bed, her legs shaking. Wrapping a blanket around herself she headed to the bathrooms.
Her arms clenching the sink held her up and she stared into the mirror. The one thing she hated about herself was her beauty, and it only made sense to her.
She wanted to be normal, she wanted to blend in but she couldn't and she hated that. She saw her deep blue eyes, big with long lashes to compliment them.
She wanted normal brown eyes. She saw her wide and full lips, the ones he had touched (she could still remember the smell of tobacco and alcohol.)
She saw her three upside down triangular shaped, small moles below her right eye, the ones he had moved his fingers along.
Willow contemplated having normal skin but instead saw a beautiful pale white with an olive tone.
She saw her perfectly shaped eyebrows and wanted bushy ones.
She saw her dark brown with light highlights hair. She had had it cut in a bob like style with side bangs over her left eyes because he had touched her long hair. It did, though, to her outrage look just as good short.
She examined her tall body shape, her fit physique (she used to be a dancer) and her nice chest, she only wanted normalcy.
But the one thing that she liked about her features was her nose; it was completely and utterly normal,
She covered her hands over the mirror.
She wanted this to stop, she didn't want to remember. She used to be happy, she used to like herself.
But the darkness had changed her.
She didn't want to recall the events of that night, 2 years ago. But every night she did.
He had come in the night and had taken her, he had raped her, and he had cut her.
(She had lifted up the back of her tank top, she could no longer see the scars, for she had had them covered with a big tattoo starting at the bottom of her back and coming to her neck of a weeping willow tree in black and white. It had symbolized her utter depression and sadness, but it also symbolized her will to survive.)
And he had kept her alive, sometimes forcing her to eat. She had the memory of him etched into her, and that was what he had wanted. 'She was his.' She still had no idea who he was, and that was the thing that rattled her the most. He was still out there, but now she had the one thing she didn't have before: A wand.
She remembered only one thing about his face, seeing as the rest was covered with a ski mask; she remembered his eyes. His piercing green eyes with blue specks and if she ever saw those eyes again…
She stopped herself, how could she have gone from sassy and 'happy' girl in the morning to this; depressed and dark. She didn't know what she wanted but she didn't want this. Willow took herself out of the bathroom and hoped that tomorrow she could at least fool everyone else that she was fine if not even herself…
Draco eyed Willow in the library, looking out at the rainy day. Something saddened him about her; she looked broken, just as he was. And she looked alone, as was he. He strode over to her bringing a chair beside her. "Rain in England how odd," he remarked sarcastically.
She looked over at him and crossed her arms, "Very." She turned her head back to the window, giving him time to look at her.
She was incredibly beautiful but unlike most girls she tried to downplay it. Wearing no makeup and wearing no dresses, but that wouldn't do anything. He saw that she was on the brink of tears and she was holding them back.
He touched her arm and she tensed, but then relaxed. She turned to him and he saw tears escape from her eyes. He took her hand and led her to where he knew she would be able to weep her heart out. Her hand was warm and for a while he didn't let go of it.
They came to a broom closet and he let her go inside closing the door behind him. He heard her weep leaning against a pillar beside it and something stirred his heart, they were both alone, and being two strangers in the same circumstances they could be two people alone together.
He opened the door and saw her hair disheveled, curled up at the corner of the closest. He came in and shut the door, he offered a handkerchief to her and she took it asking, "Do you always keep handkerchiefs in your pockets for the girls that follow you into broom closets?"
He smiled, "No I carry them for myself when that girl who followed me into a broom closet ends it with me."
She smiled, "Well we never started anything."
He smiled there was the girl from a week back. He sat down across from her, "I have a proposal, how about you and I become… friends."
She looked up at him narrowing her eyes, "Friends?"
He laughed, "You sound like you've never heard of the word before, and I thought you were smart."
She sat up more, "I am smart it's just I never thought of you being the kind of person to have or want friends."
Draco sighed, "I have many friends they just don't like me." Willow raised an eyebrow.
"Look," he said, "You and I are both alone and are both obviously broken for which reasons neither of us need to know right now, and since both of us most likely need someone why not have each other."
She brushed her hand through her hair, "Just friends."
He thought for a second, just friends?
That was what he wanted and he realized he couldn't love another person than…
Draco raised his hand, "I swear, just friends."
She leaned back and another tear escaped her right eye, brushing against three small moles he would like to put his hand against.
She wiped it away and stood up, "Alright Draco."
He stood up with her and said, 'Alright Willow, we better get going or we'll be late for supper."
He strode to the door and twisted the knob, it was locked, "Bloody hell."
He searched his jean pockets; he started liking the muggle clothes after Granger introduced them to him.
"Bloody hell, Willow do you have your wand I seemed to have left mine in dark arts class."
"Yeah," She searched her high heeled boots, "Shit, I left mine there too."
"Fuck!" Draco yelled, "Now what the bloody hell are we going to do?"
Willow's deep blue eyes brightened, "Hey, I've got an idea."
She turned around and searched the cabinet of things, finally pulling out a heavy wooden rod.
"Oh so they have that in a broom closet but not some bloody wands," he said angrily.
"How many times are you going to say bloody?" Willow said forcefully.
She handed him half of the long round. "Okay on the count of three we are going to ram this rod into the door."
He smiled, he liked her determination and her spirit, "1… 2… 3…"
With all their strength they pounded the rod on the door making it burst open and both of them fell out of the closet laughing on the ground, the door was completely broken and they were both cracking up.
Draco liked laughing like this, it felt right, it felt that all the evil he had done was being made up for in this one moment even if he knew it wasn't true, he still wished it to be.
They were both broken and maybe with time they would both fix each other.
With time they did fix each other, Draco began to treasure each moment with her, she had become a part of him.
When someone said something in disgust about him, the hate in their eyes, he would go to the broom closet after setting them straight with a punch or a spell, and close his eyes trying to hold his tears.
Then Willow would come and she would sit by him and hold his face in her hands and say, "Draco that is not you, you are good and kind."
And then she would smile saying, "Besides that weasel deserved it."
He had grown to need her to be there to fix him over the past 4 months.
Draco Malfoy had grown to love Willow in a strange way.
He knew the little things that made her happy or sad. He had a list of things in his mind…
She liked…
Snow- but only in December
Dancing- even though she wouldn't show him her steps
The Dark arts- something they were both incredibly competitive about
Rain-it made her sad but she still loved it
Foreign films-but only ones that end the way she wants them to
Muggle's- they made her feel warm inside
Cinnamon-she always smelt like cinnamon with hot chocolate
Tattoos-or at least the one's he knew about (a vine wrapping around her left leg, an Egyptian eye on her shoulder, and one she would not tell him about.)
Flying-it made her feel free
The country side- on free days they would drive down to it and sit, watching the sunset
Neville Longbottom-something he wasn't too fond of was that she also spent time with Neville, they had become close and Draco could see that he was in love with her, even if Draco wasn't it still bothered him.
She disliked…
The spring- allergies
Death eaters- she wouldn't tell him why other than that they were obviously evil, but she did say the only exception was him
Men- they were annoying, mean, and had only one thing on their minds but she said the only exceptions were Draco and sadly Neville.
Dresses- she liked wearing them but whenever she was going up the stairs it was back to her dislike # 3
Ron Weasley- she felt that Granger was too good for him and to that Draco could agree with
Being caught off guard- she would tense up if he touched her without her knowing
Tobacco and alcohol- she said the smell disgusted her
His father- he agreed with her on that one
His owl- she said it was a terrorist bomber of mail; always trying to drop the letters on her head
Blaise Zabini- he always looked at her with creepy eyes (something Draco had sorted out)
Draco knew, though, she had been hiding something from him; the thing that made her broken.
He had waited for when she would tell him, but that day had not come yet and so it was then while in his dorm playing a game of cards did he ask her.
"Willow, what happened to you?" He said forcefully.
She went to ivory, "Draco I thought you said as friends you didn't have to know."
Draco didn't want to hurt her but it felt by now he should know, "Willow you know everything about me it is only fair…"
"The only reason I know everything about you is because it has been printed in the news but what happened to me hasn't been splashed across some piece of paper so now you want to know exactly what makes me so broken fine I will tell you!"
She stood up and yelled at him, "I was kidnapped and raped by a death eater and held captive for 3 months are you happy now!"
Draco felt as if the darkness had surrounded him, he had been a death eater, he was part of Willow's destruction, he had hurt her.
Draco walked over to her and put his arms around, just holding her. He felt as if the woman he had been trying to fix had just broken again in front of his eyes and it was his entire fault. She hugged him back letting her head rest on his shoulder.
He whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry." It was the only thing he could manage to say.
Willow looked up at him and kissed his cheek, making him feel almost nervous and happy. "Draco Malfoy, thank you. I had needed to tell someone."
She came back into his embrace still crying but whispering, "And I'm glad it was you."
His heart quickened for reasons he did not know.
She let him go and said smiling, "I've got to go, I'm meeting Nevil at the pub."
She left him alone staring out at Hogwarts first snowfall.
Willow had told him and it felt as if the biggest weight had been lifted off her shoulders she thought as her boots crunched against the new fallen snow in December.
She realized that for a long time she was becoming her old self but stronger and now she knew why; Draco Malfoy.
She was deeply in love with him.
When he touched her, her skin ignited.
When he spoke in his smooth and lovely voice her heart skipped a beat.
"I love him!" she yelled to the sky not caring if anyone noticed, "I love him!"
She let the snow fall onto her face, enlivening her.
She looked up at Hogwarts and saw a figure standing by the window looking down at her.
She met a pair of pale eyes and smiled, she couldn't tell if Draco was too.
Then it hit her, there was one problem with being in love with Draco Malfoy; he would never love you back for his heart belonged to Ms. Granger.
Willow remembered Blaise telling her about Draco and Hermoine or as he liked to call it 'Malfoy and Granger.'
They were sitting in the slytherin common room waiting for Malfoy to arrive from class when Blaise, whom Willow had grown to reasonably like, said, "You can't love him you know."
Taken a back she said, "What do you mean?"
Blaise sighed, "Well I guess you can, love him, but he will never love you back." Almost hurt Willow pushed him further, "Why?"
Blaise looked almost sad, "Because as much as you are dear to Malfoy, Willow, he will always be IN love with Hermoine Granger."
At that exact moment Draco had come through the mirror, leaving no more discussion between the two of them.
Willow's heart sunk. She had forgotten and so as she saw Neville waiting for outside the pub, she gave him a peck on the cheek making him blush, and decided to never mention her love for the former Death Eater again, not even to herself.
It was hard though, not loving him, every time he looked at her, something happened and as each month went by until a week before the end of the year annual ball, she had to keep herself intact every second with Draco, so that she would not spit out, 'I love you.'
The only haven she found was in Neville; he kept her spirits up.
So when sitting in the Gryfindor's common room she asked him, "Neville will you go to the ball with me."
Neville smiled, "Aren't I supposed to ask you that?"
Willow laughed, "Well you weren't going to ask anytime soon."
Neville blushed, "Well you never know."
"Neville," she hit his shoulder.
"What?"
'So is it a yes or no?"
He kissed her hand walking to the exit, 'Of course I will go with you."
She stood up from the plush couch, "Well, where are you going now?"
He smiled, "it's a surprise."
Willow laughed, "You're getting a tuxedo aren't you?"
"Why would I tell you?"
He left her with a smile on her face.
A few minutes later Draco came in with a confused look on his face, "I just saw Longbottom with a tuxedo. Who would ever want to go to the ball with him?"
Willow laughed, "I'm going with him and I want to."
Draco was silent until he started cracking up, "Bloody hell that was a good one."
Willow couldn't see why on earth Draco was laughing, he was probably going with some bimbo or slut or worse a beautiful one.
"Draco I'm not joking, Neville and I are going to the ball."
Draco furrowed his eyebrows, "Why in the bloody hell would you go with him?"
"Because I want to and I don't see you jumping out of your seat to take me. I like Neville; no I think I love him." She felt wrong exaggerating that last part, since she did love Nevil but not the way she loved Draco.
Draco looked taken a back and angry, "Well if you would have waited till tonight I might've asked you if instead of going to the ball you would like to go to the countryside with me and have a bottle of wine. But now I see that's a lost cause!"
Willow Stood up bawling her fists, "Draco, do not try to manipulate this situation so that you seem like the good guy, you wouldn't have taken me to the countryside, you wouldn't have even taken me out. I'm going with Neville to the ball and I hope you have a good time with the model or should I say hoar who you are taking!"
Draco's face turned hard and his eyes icy "I'm not trying to manipulate the situation I'm just trying to tell you that I'm right and you're wrong and that Longbottom is hopeless and a complete idiot!"
She raised her hands up and started walking out the door, "That's it, I've had it!" She was about to leave when she turned to him her anger seeping from every pore of her body and thought of the meanest thing to say, "You know people are right about you, Malfoy, you are just like your father!"
Willow was so angry, she wanted to prove Malfoy wrong make him jealous and so she would buy the best dress in the whole entire world and she found it without even trying, Draco was going to drool, even if he didn't love her he was still a man, and a ladies one at that.
Draco didn't know why he said those awful things to Willow he didn't know why he was so angry at everything, everyone, and it didn't help that Willow was going with Neville Longbottom to the ball. He would have to go now that she was. He wouldn't apologize, he would prove her wrong. Bloody hell he was turning into his father. And so he let that little fact seep into his brain and cloud his utter judgment and common sense. He would make Willow jealous; he would make her regret going with Longbottom and by doing that he would take the one girl who always slept with the men who took her out.
The Day of the Ball…
She looked in her full length mirror and started crying for no apparent reason; she hadn't been dressed up for a long time. She dawned a short black dress; her legs looked a million miles long. The dress was lace and long – sleeved, she turned around showing the backless part of her attire. Her tattoo gleamed dark and beautiful, and for the first time in her life, she smiled seeing it. She looked again down at her strong and muscular legs, and saw her high heeled "Christian Louboutin" shoes with red underneath. Her vine wrapping around her left leg added interest. She then looked up at her face and she was almost startled. Her hair, having grown long over the year was all pulled up into a beautiful French twist and her side bangs were pulled back with a small diamond clip (she had really blown her saved money on this outfit.) She stared at her eyes; they were incredibly deep blue but stood out on her face. She had put on a fair amount of eyeliner, and neutral eye shadow. Her skin was smooth and thank the lord she had no blemishes. She looked at her full and pretty lips with slight pink lipstick, but not over done with shine. She pouted her lips and tried to look alluring but then realized how completely hoe-ish (if a word) she looked in doing that. She closed her eyes, looking at herself for too long brought out more things than she wanted.
She opened her eyes one more time, and saw herself as a sixteen year old girl getting ready for prom or a date and then she saw herself now, broken and still willing to survive. She stepped away from the mirror and threw on a long trench-coat (she would want to make an entrance that Draco would never forget.)
She stepped out of the door to find Neville smiling up at her, "Willow I haven't seen all of you yet but I'm sure you look lovely."
Willow smiled, it was hard not to blush or at least kiss her friend's cheek, "Thank you Neville."
She looked at him closely and smiled, he looked extremely handsome in his tuxedo, she straightened his bow tie, "Mr. Longbottom may I say that you resemble, very closely at that, a man named Bond, James Bond," She joked.
He smiled, "Do I, well then you must be one of my gorgeous models."
She laughed, "I hope not, they always end up dying!" Neville extended his arm to her and she took it for the walk to the ball room…
She saw him with the school slut: Shellie Littman and her whole body flared up. He looked extremely handsome and cool, wearing a nice suit instead of tuxedo. She could even see his muscles and broad shoulders. He didn't even notice her, well he would. The stairs were long and Neville was already down them turning to see her. She straightened herself out and let her jacket drop. Gasps and stares followed her as she stepped down the stairs. She saw him turn and his expression made her heart leap. A small and completely annoying smirk came to his face. He took Littman and kissed her. She looked away trying not to feel as if her heart was bare, and everyone could see it pulsing with jealousy and anger.
She came down and slipped her hand in Neville's.
He leaned in close to her and said, "You look better than a Bond model."
Willow laughed and he surprisingly kissed her cheek, she blushed and out of the corner of her eye saw Draco staring. Despite all the great perks of looking amazing, the eyes that followed her were not comforting except being with Neville made her safe, even if Draco made her safer.
Neville whispered in her ear again, 'Don't mind the stares, they are only jealous." She sighed letting Neville carry her to the dance floor…
"Dear lady I bid you a due."
Willow laughed, "Don't ever say that again."
He bowed, "As you wish mi lady."
Willow was about to say something about the night and ball ending when Neville's lips met hers. She kissed him back and put her arms around him. It felt nice and comfortable, he didn't take advantage of her, his lips were gentle and his breath smelt really nice.
He let go of her when they had both ceased to breath. He kissed her forehead and said, "Definitely better than a Bond girl, or anyone else for that matter." Willow blushed, "Goodnight."
He sighed, "Goodnight."
She stepped into her common room and shut the door. He face was hot and she touched it to cool her down, the whole night she had enjoyed it with Neville and Draco had not entered her mind for the duration of it. She heard a smooth voice with an edge to it, "So was Longbottom a good snogger?"
She spun around to see Malfoy lying comfortably on the couch, some of his shirt unbuttoned. She gripped a table, "Draco I have no time for your sarcasm." She turned to go to her room when Draco got up so quickly and brought her into him, their lips meeting for the very first time. All rational thought flew from her mind do to the fact that she had never kissed this way before, with so much passion and so much love, that it dizzied her. Their breaths were shallow and their lips were greedy. His touch was everywhere, and fire ignited inside her as they neared the bed.
His lips ran down her neck and he whispered suddenly, "I now know where you've been hiding your other tattoo."
She giggled and brushed her hands along his chest taking his shirt right from his body. His hand tickled her back and she shivered.
Without thinking she whispered in a low voice, "I love you."
But he seemed not to here, busy taking her dress off. She didn't care, she was lost in it. Lost in the lust, she hadn't been open with someone like this for a while and she could now only be open with Draco. His hand moved to her chest and Willow was completely lost, as the night closed in on them.
Willow woke with Draco sleeping soundly next to her. She stroked his hair and moved her body, wrapped in sheets, next to his.
He stirred beside her and moved over to kiss her cheek, "Hermoine," and fell back to sleep.
She closed her eyes trying to imagine him not saying those words. She had been stupid, thinking that the night spent with him had proved that he loved her. She was stupid not to understand that he only loved Hermoine, and she was stupid to betray Neville like this. She cried silently while walking to the bathroom. She had never experienced heartbreak thinking that it was people's least amount of worries but she realized now that no amount of physical or mental pain could amount to what her heart, well technically brain, felt at this moment. Draco Malfoy was in love with Hermoine Granger who was in love with Ron Weasley, but she fit nowhere in that arrangement of names. What was she? She was only the friend, and she could only ever be one. After having changed she walked to her room to do the only thing that she could think was right; leave Draco's life forever, leave to a place he would never find. She entered the room to find Draco gone. She sat on the bed and cried until there were no more tears left.
Willow held a suitcase in one hand and a wand in the other as she entered the courtyard, empty except for one person: Hermoine Granger.
Willow and Hermoine had never been good friends, or friends for that matter, they had been acquaintances, and that was all they were going to be. But Willow could see that she was crying, and as much as she didn't know her, Willow knew (being in the same place), that she could use somebody right now. She walked over to her, her high-heeled boots making large steps seem small and sat next to her.
Hermoine looked up and frowned, "Willow what are you doing here?"
"Well, I'm about to leave after hearing the man I've been in love with over the past year has loved you since he can remember." She said very matter-of-factly thinking Hermoine should know the truth and decide for herself, if she wanted Weasley or Malfoy.
"What are you talking about?"
"God Granger open your eyes, Draco Malfoy is bloody in love with you."
Hermoine started laughing and crying at the same time, "You know I've never heard an American say bloody ever and now I don't ever want to hear it again."
Despite how annoyed Willow was that Hermoine was not getting the whole picture of the situation laughed with her, "I didn't like saying it but Hermoine did you hear me!"
Hermoine started crying again, "I did and I know that Draco loves me, he told me this morning and we kissed, and I'm so confused!"
Willow's heart broke into what seemed like infinity of pieces. Draco had told Hermoine that he loved her.
She ignored that though wanting to help Hermoine and pretend that she had no problems. "Look Hermoine, I can't choose for you, but I can give you a piece of advice: don't think so hard, it will come to you. Your problem is that you over think everything, love can only be felt." She finished feeling very philosophical and deep.
Hermoine smiled up at Willow, "You really love him don't you?"
"What makes you say that?" She asked, not denying it because she did.
"You will do anything to make him happy," She stated.
Willow pointed to the suitcase, "Not everything, he would prefer me to stay and be his friend no matter what, but I can't sit still and pretend that my heart isn't breaking."
Hermoine smiled and said, "Do you want me to tell him anything."
She said it so fast it surprised her, "No, don't tell him anything."
She stood up to go and turned around saying, "Tell Neville that I love him."
Hermoine raised an eyebrow but nodded.
Willow raised a hand and with her wand disappeared from Hogwarts, disappeared from Neville, and disappeared from Draco…