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Oranges
He sat in a chair in his favourite place: his back garden that smelled of oranges. It felt like only yesterday…
"Go away. Don't waste my time anymore." He'd just ended everything they'd ever shared.
"You once said that I never waste your time," said the blonde Ravenclaw. She wore a sad smile and kept her eyes fixed upon something across the lake.
He ignored the question. "What are you looking for out there? Another one of your father's fairy tale creatures?" He asked harshly.
She ignored his questions. "Was that a lie, Draco?" She asked and her voice was so soft. So haunted. He felt an unwanted tugging at the very centre of his being.
"No," he whispered into the night sky before he could stop himself.
"Then why?" she turned her amazing blue eyes to him as he wondered how the monosyllabic word could hold such curiosity. Such grief.
"Why not?" He asked though it lacked his usual cool fury.
When she looked away as if he'd struck her, his persona softened and he answered her with a voice that held an uncanny resemblance to her own weary one, "Because Luna, nothing lasts forever."
"So you're throwing away our love because nothing can be forever?" She asked with a hard voice he'd never heard from her. A hard voice he'd never heard from anyone. He turned to look her in the eyes and saw that he'd…broken her.
Her eyes left him speechless. He had to look away. Her warm liquid blue orbs were now shards of broken ice. He felt his heart breaking. Breaking for the friend he'd pushed away. Breaking for the innocence in her that he'd tainted. Breaking because as much as he wanted to hold her in his arms…he knew he couldn't.
He slowly brought his grey eyes back up to hers and was surprised because she wasn't crying. Surprised that she wasn't crying. Her eyes looked tortured and something was missing…he'd killed something in her. He felt his heart break into smaller pieces.
"You're wrong Draco. Do you feel my pain? It will last forever. We always had a strange connection like that. You feel it, don't you?" She said it quietly, too quietly.
He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what she wanted to hear.
"DON'T YOU?"
Draco jumped. He'd never heard her scream before. Never.
She took advantage of his guard being blown away. She grabbed his black and emerald Slytherin robes and kissed him.
This kiss hurt him more than everything else. It wasn't sweet. It wasn't innocent. It wasn't the first kisshe'd imagined.It was angry. It was hurt. And that would've been fine with him. If only, he didn't know that it was going to be their last.
"I curse you, Draco Malfoy." She was crying now. "I curse you to feel my pain until the day I die."
Seventy years had slipped away since that 'yesterday'. Draco Malfoy sat still in his back garden. He listened to the birds and took in the scent of his orange trees. And a few tears made their way down his aged handsome face. He no longer felt her pain. She was gone now.
The tears evaporated, in the heat of the warm summer day, but Draco Malfoy did not smile. For although her pain had left him…his own had finally begun to surface. Seventy years of heartache, coming out in a single moment, is not something a man of eighty-seven can survive. And so died Draco Malfoy. At the age of eighty-seven, alone, in his back garden...that smelled of oranges.
The End.
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-Phoenix Fairy