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But there is no love without forgiveness, nor forgiveness without love. I suppose that's why I write this. He didn't mean to be so out of control, but I still find it hard to forget that. I find it hard to forget a lot of things.
Draco slammed the book he was holding closed. Technically, it wasn't a book. It was a diary. Astoria's diary, to be exact. To think, all this time when he'd graveled at her feet for her to forgive him, she'd been writing these things behind his back. He should have know this would happen. Nothing good ever happened to him without a cost. This was his cost.
"Draco, darling, have you seen. . ." Astoria stopped dead when saw the book in his lap. "Where did you get that and why do you have it?"
Draco glared at her. "Does it matter?"
"Yes," she snapped. "It does. Why are you messing around in my things? And why are you reading my diary?"
"I think the better question is why did you write about me in your diary?" he shouted. "Why'd you say all that stuff? If you were tired of me, why didn't you just say so?"
"Tired of you?" she responded, sounding confused. "What are you talking about? The last time I wrote in that diary was months ago."
And now Draco felt very stupid and a little embarrassed. Of course, it had been months ago.
"Draco," Astoria muttered, rubbing her temples. "Just. . .don't get into my stuff anymore. It's not yours to go through." He tried to protest, but she held up her hand. "Those are my words and you've read them, without my permission. I. . .don't want to fight over, so please don't do it again."
Draco could say nothing as she turned and walked from the room. She was trusting him, and Draco had no intention of letting her down.