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Poor Draco :'(
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FallenEpiphany

Draco Malfoy was desperately bored.
Standing in Borgin and Bourkes he thought he'd rather be standing on hot coals.

His father was appraising something and Draco wandered aimlessly through the dingy shop.
In his pocket, his gift from Ophelia shuddered. Ensuring nobody was watching he took it out.

Magical Menagere. Now.

He almost dropped it. His stomach twisted.

"Mother." he strode over, trying to look bored, wishing the gleam would leave his eyes.
"Yes darling?"

"I need a new Quill, I'm going to go up into Diagon Alley to get one." he wasn't asking.
"Do you need money?"

"No. Thank you." he almost shuddered when he felt his fathers eyes on him.
"I won't be long."

"See to it that you are not."
"Yes father."

Ophelia sighed.
She ran a hand through her hair, and surveyed the owls in their cages.
There was still no reply, she was beginning to lose hope.

Then.

"Miss me?" Draco whispered.
She gasped.
"Ssh! Not here, there's a small alley down the side of the shop. Follow me out." he murmured, his fingertips brushed her hand.
Then he was gone.

Ophelia counted to ten after she heard the door close.
She had to stop herself from running after him.

Once in the street, she glanced up and down, ensuring her father was nowhere to be seen, then slipped down the narrow alley, and was plunged into near darkness.
"Draco?" she whispered.
"Here." he emerged from the shadows. His eyes on hers.

The two teenagers surveyed each other for a long moment.

Then Draco almost lunged forward, Ophelia met him halfway.
Their lips met and they moaned in unison. This time there was no fear of rejection, or of right and wrong. Ophelia's hands moved quickly, one into his snowy hair, and the other to rest on his hip. Draco pushed her back against the wall.

"God I missed you." he hissed, breaking the kiss momentarily, he leaned in to kiss her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin and her hair.
She tilted her head back. The hand that rested on his hip slipped under his shirt and caressed the bare skin along his waist.
"I missed you too." Ophelia whispered breathlessly.

Made confident by her boldness, Draco allowed one of his hands to slide along her left breast.
Ophelia inhaled sharply and reclaimed his mouth, her lips moving against his, like they belonged lips were hurried, as though knowing they had little time together.

"Ophelia." he whispered, pulling back slightly to gauge her expression. Her lips were wonderfully swollen and her eyes shone under heavy eyelashes. She smiled at him.
"Moony will be looking for me soon." she sighed, her fingers caressing his robes. "Father shouldn't be long either, and I have to get a Quill so it doesn't look suspicious." Draco ran a hand through his hair, glancing back into Diagon Alley."We'll see each other tomorrow." Ophelia threw him a smile, at which he scowled.

"Yeah, from opposite ends of the Platform, then opposite ends of the train, and then opposite ends of the Great Hall!" he exclaimed.
"I know." Ophelia admitted, staring at the ground, "But that's how it's got to be Draco. For now at least." He closed his eyes and sighed loudly.

"I know." Opening his eyes, he stared at her for a long moment, then leaned in to press his lips to hers, ever so gently, it was desperately romantic. Ophelia almost swooned then and there.
"We better go." he murmured against her lips.
"I know."
With that he pulled away from her, and both of them suddenly felt very empty with nothing in their arms."See you tomorrow then." Ophelia glanced back over her shoulder as she walked back towards Diagon Alley, straightening her hair with her fingers.
"See you tomorrow." Draco smiled at her, he followed slowly, then, once he emerged into the main street, headed off in the opposite direction.

Ophelia forced herself not to stand and watch him go. She headed back towards the Leaky Cauldron.

"Ophelia!" it was her father. He ws standing outside Flourish and Blotts. He waved her down.
"I never asked you, have you got enough ink and quills?" he motioned to the dinky stationary shop across the street, where Draco was.

Ophelia frowned, pretending to think as her heart hammered wildly.
"Actually, now that you mention it, I can't find my favourite quill." she feigned a sheepish glance and he smiled, shaking his head, "I'll treat you." he winked, and they made their way across the street and into the shop.

A kindly old wizard smiled from behind the counter.
Moving along the shelves to survey the quills, Ophelia spotted him. He had his back to her and was surveying a rather expensieve ivory quill. She forced a cough and he glanced up, the scowl that had been on his face was replaced with a grin.

"Draco. Nice to see you again." Moony appeared from behind Ophelia. He smiled genuinely at his old student."Professor Lupin, nice to see you." under normal circumstances, Draco would have normally sneered, or added some comment under his breath, but with Lupin's hand on Ophelia's shoulder, ll he could do was be polite.

"Draco." The sound of Lucius Malfoy's severe voice made everyone wince. Lucius shut the door dramatically behind him, and stalked towards his son. "Are you ready? Your mother and I have been waiting for you!" Lucius hissed, then turned to see the smirked.

"Ah Remus Lupin, and little ... Ophelia isn't it?" he sneered. Remus's grip on Ophelia shoulder tightened and he nodded once.
"How lovely to see you again, why I haven't seen you since, since the registry, isn't that right?" Lucius drawled.
Ophelia saw Draco's fist clench, and she caught his eye and shook her head.

"That's quite right Lucius." Remus said, no emotion in his voice.

"And now Ophelia is attending Hogwarts? Dolores has been telling me all about you." he turned to Ophelia, his eyes surveying her with disdain. "I'm sure she has." Remus almost growled, putting his arm around Ophelia, he turned her towards the door.
"Now if you'll excuse us, Ophelia has to finish packing." he forced an apologetic tone into his voice, and wordlessly steered Ophelia from the they opened the door, they heard Lucius say "Filthy half-bloods, no better then muggles I say."
"Yes father." Draco said dispairingly and Ophelia felt sick.

When she got home, Ophelia silently stalked up to her bedroom and closed the door. Moe mewled softly and she stroked his head gently.
The Galleon shuddered.

I am so sorry.

She huffed.
Drawing her wand she replied with a stiff note.

It's fine. See you tomorrow.

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