Saturday
It's a Saturday. It's one of the two days in a week Draco looks forward to. The other being Wednesday.
Draco's finals were up in his muggle university. Despite his mind being elsewhere, Draco had pulled through. The last leg of his finals still remained. And after hours and days of binge drinking, he was tired. Tonight was gonna be a night of some quiet study time.
As he sat down with his muggle books, his mind kept fleeting as he suffered from his severe lack of focus. You can't actually describe him as someone who has lost his focus. His focus was as strong as ever, albeit the focus was on everything but muggle. Hogwarts. Oh Hermione!
His night lamp flickered.
And there was a buzz on his phone.
He secretly hoped it had been her. But he feared it. For he knew he was crazy. A high functioning sociopath with an acute resolute persistence. Just can't give up right? So he has to respond. He has to give in again!
They go for a walk this time. Draco ditched his car. He wanted it to be easy, natural and simple. Because he felt more at peace this time. People ask him, "How do u know she's the one?". He never answered them for he very well knew she wasn't. But if just a seconds worth of her smile takes all his stress away, She could very well be right?"
As they spoke, they realized they had different outlook on things. That's what's weird about memories right? As fragile as our predictions for the future are, the emotions and feelings of the present, mould our recollection of the past. Almost makes you wonder, what if nothing in the past or future mattered, if it's so susceptible to our experiences of present?
After all they knew this. They had this in common. A life supposed to be taken "One day at a time"
As heated as their discussions went that night. They needed. There were things she needed to hear. And maybe that's what she just needed too, the right things, the little things. But he did not know. He wouldn't know till he actually had the time to watch her, see and understand like he always did. Because He knew nothing mattered. Only "the now" did matter - That moment. It always seemed like time with her isnt enough, and hours together always felt like minutes. He knew he had to let go of Hogwarts, the magic and the anxiety of their future. For the greatest magic of all was at that moment, with her on his arm. And the words she spoke that changed him.
Ironically that magic,
it was the magic of the muggles,
the magic of love.
... (to be continued)