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Sixteen
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"Parkinson," he would begin and sometimes he would finish and sometimes he wouldn't. His voice was rich and deep, but they were only 16. 16 years young, 16 years old. 16 years of that. 16 years of evil and pride and egotism and everything else Slytherin. 16 years of Malfoy and 16 years of Parkinson. 16 years of darkness and shadows and unforgivable curses. 16 years of knowing nothing else.
Sometimes he would whisper into her ear, late at night, though what he said was hardly important. 16 years had taught her an eternity of knowledge. 16 years had given him quite an insight. 16 years had brought their souls together.
16 years previous his father had powerful and feared and guilty and loyal. 16 years added and he was nowhere, gone, absent, hiding. Hiding from death, hiding from life, hiding from the "good" wizards, or so they called themselves. But he'd be back and they would all see and then he'd be home to the same cold house. 16 years and he was still the same man.
16 years previous her lowly father had met his. 16 years added and he was rich and powerful and someone. Someone with power, someone whose heart had frozen over with greed and power and hate. Someone who had given his life to evil for money. 16 years difference can be an eternity. 16 years was all she knew.
He would kiss her on the cheek sometime nights and his lips were always rough and chapped. 16 years and they still spent every night thinking of each other. 16 years had taught them not to think of anything else. 16 years of pain and aching and terrors unspeakable to anyone but themselves. 16 years had taught them to love the silence of nighttime.
His bed was adjacent to hers, it had been every summer. 16 years of her family spending the holidays with his. 16 years of memories that all seemed to blend together and become one. 16 years of feeling the safety only in the room of endless darkness.
Much can happen in 16 years. 16 years can feel like a life time but it's really only 16 years. Nothing more, just a fraction of a life. 16 years time began to repeat itself one night. The years began to melt away like ice left on a hot sun porch. Though, in their case, the ice never truly left them. The girl was no longer a girl but a woman and the boy was a man. They married, of course, and had a daughter and her own 16 years began to roll on. 16 years isn't long in life. Yet, looking back, 16 years is an awfully long time to live in the cold and in the dark.
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a/n: Wow big delay on that one! Sooo sorry…finals…school…sick…you get it. More REALLY soon…Yeah, they're kind of weird. I just write what I feel like…