My last chapter was very short, it was really just an introduction into my character and what she's like before I enter the main plot of my story. In this chapter I'll add more of an opening to the plot.
I also wanted to add a note:
I am aware that in Hogwarts they accept people from Britain and my OC is from Austria. I'm aware that that's not accurate in the terms of the original series. But, I have read many upon many amazing fan fictions with OCs from places like America and Canada and so on and so forth. The reason Romy is from Austria is because I love the country. There's not really anything from there that's going to affect the story, it's kind of just part of her character.
I hope you enjoy my story and character, please send me any comments or reviews. Any suggestions, critiques, anything of the sort is fine. Tell me if you like it, love it, hate it, or if I should try changing anything.
Thank you so much for reading my story:)
Dear R,
It's been a whole two weeks since I've heard from you last. I've already written you three times since that night. I don't know how many ways you want me to apologize before you actually forgive me. But, come one, we knew something like that was going to happen eventually. Besides, R, it's not like I'm the one who said it. Just come over again, I miss seeing you.
From Draco
Romy sat there rereading the letter multiple times before placing it on the bedside table and rolling back onto her bed. The last four words continued to race through her head wishing it contained one less word. Seeing. To most people that wouldn't seem so bad, just someone saying they miss seeing you, but to Romy it meant so much more. The reasoning behind her disgust towards the letter was because she knew what Draco Malfoy meant by seeing. He didn't mean her face, he didn't mean her smile, he didn't mean her eyes. He meant her body. That was the only part of her that seemed to matter to him, or at least the only part he'd admit mattered to him.
The lights around her seemed to be racing throughout the room at a mile a minute. She tried closing her eyes to shut herself into darkness, but the lights snuck their way through her eyelids and danced in her mind once again. Romy rolled onto her side and stared out the open window beside her bed. It had been opened for Draco's owl and she hadn't shut it since. She hadn't done much of anything since she got the letter.
It was just past six and everyone else in her house was asleep. She tried to do the same, but when she didn't succeed she lifted the black sweater from the floor and moved quietly out the door. The old floorboards in her house creaked under every one of her steps until she finally reached the back door of her house. Once out the door Romy continued to walk down to the shore of Worthersee lake. She pulled the sweater over her arms and hugged herself against the cold air that cooled her skin. It was unusually cold that morning, but lately everything seemed to be getting a little darker and colder, ever since her fourth year at Hogwarts, the year that Hufflepuff boy died. The year He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named came back.
Once at the lake Romy sat on the dock her father had built for herself and her old friend Analeise many years ago. She watched the dark water of the lake as it eased back and forth towards the shore behind her. Her feet were becoming itchy from the hardening mud she had gotten on her feet as she walked to the shore. She dipped them slowly under the water causing chills to race up her spine and the hairs on her body to stand up. Once thoroughly cleaned, Romy took her feet back out of the water and folded them beneath herself. Her hands reached inside her pockets to find the three letters she gotten from Draco Malfoy in the past few weeks. As she opened them the paper was noisily unfolding due to her crumpling them up upon reading them. She had read each letter a dozen times each, but once they were unfolded, she began to read them again. Each letter was different than the one before it. The first letter Draco had written to her was written quickly to the point where it was almost illegible and the paper he used was torn and slightly crinkled upon arrival.
Dear R,
You left so fast. I didn't get a chance to apologize. You even left your sweater here, so I can keep it here for you for the next time you come over…? Because I will see you again, won't I? I'm so sorry about what my dad said. I didn't know he was going to respond like that… or… I actually didn't even know he was going to be home. I sincerely thought we were alone. I'm so sorry. Write back when you can, or maybe you can just come over again, I don't have anywhere else to be for the next few weeks. So I'll be waiting, alright, R? I'll talk to you soon.
From Draco
The second letter was written less like the one before it and more like the letter she had received earlier. It was less desperate and sounded more like the Draco Malfoy everyone else was familiar with. It was written by the mask he always wore. The mask he wore above everyone in Hogwarts, the one he wore around his friends, the same mask he even wore around his own family. This was a cold, hard mask that Malfoy refused to let anyone break. But no matter how much he hated to admit it, Romy managed to crack it. She only cracked it a little, there was only a small dent in his shell, and it was her who had put it there. It wasn't the kind of damage that would be done by blow to the face, like the one Hermoine Granger had given to him in their third year at Hogwarts. No, it was the damage done by himself, it was Malfoy letting somebody see what the armor he wore was protecting.
Dear R,
Either you're ignoring me or you have suddenly forgotten how to read. I'm going to go with the ladder and say you're ignoring me. Keep in mind, R, that it wasn't only my idea. I mean I'm just saying, either you're upset because of what my dad said or because of what was happening that night in general. Either way, that doesn't give you a reason to ignore me. I mean we're not even, well, together. I'm not the only one who was in the room that night and I'm not the one who called you a… who insulted you. Just please write me back. I'm still waiting.
From Draco
The last letter Romy held in her hands was the letter Draco had written only days before the final one. This letter said nothing more special than the ones before it, but it had been written by someone who seemed more familiar to Romy. She recognized each stroke of every line he wrote. She recognized the flow of the sentences to the point where she could almost hear him whispering the words to her. She could feel him through this letter, and it was because of this that she had almost replied to it. But, like the past two letters, she crumpled them up and threw them on the floor where she tried to convince herself they belonged. This letter also came with the sweater she had left there, it was the sweater she was wearing at the moment, and it also found itself on the floor that day.
Dear R,
So, I've finally concluded that you are, in fact, ignoring me. It's become evident that you just don't want to speak with me anymore. I am sorry and I hope you know that. But we shouldn't be throwing this away. I mean, we have fun together, why should we stop now? I don't understand how you feel, but that won't happen unless you try to explain it to me. Since I might not see you again until school, here's your sweater. I wouldn't want it to be left here in case you need it, and we know I can't hand it to you at Hogwarts. Have a good summer.
From Draco
Romy rolled onto her back and let the letters slip from her fingers into the icy water. She starred up at the colorless sky and watched for anything to take her mind off of this boy. He was the guy she was never supposed to fall for. He was the one everyone warned her to stay away from, everyone, including herself. But somehow she had found herself in a room alone with him that night.
