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Spirited Away
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Rozen91
Harry Potter © J. K. Rowling
DMHG
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The weather was good. He could visit the pond today. Maybe he would bring the present his mother gave him yesterday. The brown book.
(and who is it crying in the middle of night again?)
Draco scratched the back of his ear thoughtfully. The book was heavy in his hand. Splatter, splatter. It was raining last night.
(and who is it calling in the middle of night again?)
The weather was good. He remembered the foul stagnant air when his father married. It was an awful day. And the book was very heavy now.
(It was no one important.)
The boy sat on a big rock, gazing at the pond. His grey eyes wavered at the sight of green slimy frog. Filthy.
(who is it he called 'filthy' again?)
He shook his head and started concentrating. He didn't need distraction today. He opened his book and began to read. The fifth chapter.
(when was it again? The five years ago of that fateful meeting...)
His eyes were sliding close when a sound of prickling water was there. He almost fell asleep, he thought.
(what was floating on the pond again?)
Where was his book? Maybe someone stole it. Draco scrunched up his nose. Grim, grim, grim. The sound of prickling water was there again.
(Who was the stubborn yet scared guest again?)
The book was on the ground. The pages were flying and flying everywhere. Draco lifted an eyebrow. He would collect it later, he thought.
(was it raining that day? no?...was it autumn?)
The white haired boy walked, stepped on the blank pages lying on the ground. Smiled as he got closer. Today was a good day.
(Did he grab her hand harshly at that time? no?...or did he just push her over?)
He entered the water, stopped when it reached his waist. He pulled at it gently, some brown hair floating on the pond.
(Who did walk away at that time again?)
Draco reached for the pale hand, wet from the water. He leaned, kissing the hand lovingly. "My dearest..."
(Who was screaming and struggling at that time again?)
There was a body floating in the water. Which he hugged closely to his body. Why was the body there? Draco chuckled and sang lowly.
("Who did say you could go home, Hermione?"... who said that again?)
(So I drowned you in this mystical pond you came from.)
(It might be my mistake. For I am who took you away.)
(I always think that we should be together. I really am attracted to you.)
(Ignore the calling from the human world, Hermione. You belong here. And to me only.)
Draco sang a love song of the autumn rain with a low whisper. A charm might be useful, for Hermione kept yearning for the other realm.
(And so the girl keeps waiting)
(for the other realm.)
the end