Voices
Nightfall hit, forcing Draco into his bed and into his thoughts. Her voice once again returned to his brain and hurt flooded in with it. You know everything was a lie, right? How could you possibly have believed me? Wasn't it obvious? "SHUT UP!" He screamed, sitting up in his bed, forgetting that everyone else had been sound asleep.
"No you shut up mate!" One of the other Slytherin boys called. Embarrassed, Draco slunk out of bed and into the common room, laying down on the couch adjacent the now burning fireplace. A low hum originated from the girls dormitories, giggle and whispers mixed in but Draco tried his hardest to ignore it.
"What are you doing up?" Hermione said as she brushed her curls out, staring at herself in the mirror. The vanity that she portrayed didn't faze him as he snuggled up behind her and kissed her cheek then ear. She giggled and pushed him away with her shoulder. "Don't, can't you see that I'm busy?" Draco pushed again, tickling her sides and nibbling her ear. A moan escaped her lips and he knew he had her. His fingers slipped below her shirt feeling her hot flesh beneath them. "Draco?" That wasn't a part of the memory…"Draco..?"
His eyes flashed open to see little blue ones looking at him. "How'd you get here?" He demanded, rolling over and getting up. A little light flickered over where Annabel was standing but the rest was darkness and it was freezing cold. Draco had gotten up from the hard flooring of the Dungeons and was no longer inside the Slytherin common rooms.
"I was about to ask you the same thing… I walked." She stated simply, analyzing Draco. Her perplexed look only rendered her beyond naturally beautiful face all the more adorable. He looked down, refusing to let his thoughts take over this time.
"I guess I sleep walked." Draco grumbled, realizing he was in nothing but a white shirt and his blue striped pants. With flushed cheeks, he bit his lip and stared her in the eye. Draco refused to let all the damage that Hermione had to him get in the way of a possible relationship. He would be confident and he wouldn't blush. "Would you like to go for a walk around the halls?" A half grin replaced her frown as she nodded and held out her hand.
"Although, I believe putting some trousers on might be a good plan… You know, if we get caught or something…" A giggle fell from her mouth as she seemed to examine Draco's face, taking in his sharp edges and stubbly chin. He shot her a sly grin, taking her hand and starting off out of the dungeons.
The night was colder outside, wind was picking up and Draco regretted not returner for a warmer attire. Annabel, however, didn't appear to be affected as she stared longingly into the stars deep in thought. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her and that childish grin had faded from her cheeks. "Tell me what happened to you, Draco." He glanced up at her words. "Tell me what happened to you, you're broken. I can tell. Who broke you?"
Tell her, you know you want to… The whispers of the devil on his shoulder slithered into his ear. Draco had started to believe there was no Angel on his shoulder. That whoever might have once been there telling him what good he could do, had flown off when they figured out he was nothing but a pit of darkness. His lips parted as if to say something when Annabel began looking at him intently. "I… She was the love of my life… Or so I thought…" With an encouraging nod from Annabel, he continued. "I trusted her, let her into my life… This was all before the war and a bit during. I told her everything, what the plans were. I thought, maybe, she would realize that not everything was as black and white as everything seemed… But that wasn't the case and that's when… That's when…"
"When what?" She inquired. The pair had stopped walking and were standing face to face in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch. They had come quite a way even though it felt as though they hadn't moved an inch from the dungeons.
"I can't say." He bit his lip and looked away, maneuvering around her, forcing her to follow along or get left behind in the dark alone. The wall he had worked so hard to build was almost knocked down by a girl he met not even twenty-four hours earlier. He got it, though, just in time to build it back and stronger.
"You told me your story, to the best of your comfort, now-" Annabel reached out and grabbed his elbow, tugging him to a halt. "Now let me tell you mine."