Disclaimer: See part 1.
A/N: I've been doing this story for a long time and I'm still on October?
Weird. REVIEW!!!
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At the Hogwarts Halloween feast, the teachers thought it would be fun to have a school wide Halloween ball for the whole school to attend. There was even a trophy given to the person with the best costume.
In transfiguration, where the news of the ball was given, Harry Potter promptly went up to Emily and asked her.
Emily and Draco went together, of course. They were a set along with Daphne, who had become part of their little group. They went as muggle candy. They each were a lemon drop. They won the prize for the most original costumes but not before Draco and Emily had an interesting time dancing in their bulky costumes.
After the ball, they went outside, as they always did, leaving Daphne to go down to bed. Once outside, Draco began a nice conversation about the future.
"Emily, I love you. I want to spend forever with you."
"I know, dear."
"Do you feel the same?"
"Of course I do. Why do you ask?"
"Well it's just that you spend more time around Potter than you used to. You don't like him better, do you?" Draco asked, jokingly.
Emily laughed. He loved the way she laughed. He loved her smile, the way her laugh sounded as though she were singing with the birds, and everything else about her. "Draco, you should know better." She suddenly grew a bit more serious. "Remember that first time we sat here like this? You asked about Harry and what he said. I said it wasn't important but, I should tell you now what he said if you promise not to hurt him."
"I can't promise anything, but tell me anyway."
"He wanted me to leave you. He said he loved me. When Prof. Mc Gonagall told us of the ball in transfiguration, the first thing he did was ask me. I jut thought you should know."
"I'm glad I didn't promise. Next time I see Harry, I'll." "You will not," Emily interrupted. "I told him no and that was the last he mentioned it. He agreed we would just stay friends."
"Right. I won't hurt him. I wanted to ask you something though. Before I do I should go take care of some business."
"What sort of business?"
"Explaining to Voldemorte that I cannot fill my father's shoes as a Death Eater."
"Your father was a Death Eater?"
"Well it isn't something I'm proud of anymore since I met you."
"Harry told me, but I refused to believe it. And it's true. Draco, I can't be with you."
That was a real shock. "Why not?"
"Oh, Draco, don't look at me like that. It isn't you. It's respect for the dead."
"What do you mean?" asked Draco, looking hurt.
"My mother. She was a muggle." And she started to walk away.
"Emily weren't you listening? I don't want to be a Death Eater."
"Draco, that isn't the point. You were related to one. You have no idea how much it hurts to say this, but I just can't be with you."
"It hurts you? Think about how I must feel. I start to ask my girlfriend to marry me and before I even get the words out she dumps me! I don't think you're the one that's hurt."
It was Emily's turn to be shocked. "Draco, you know I love you, but- Oh, I'm just so confused. Draco if you could just hold that thought, I may or may not come back, but I need to think about it for awhile. It may be a long while before I ever speak to you again, but when I do, I will have a decision."
"Emily, I ought to hate you for this but I can't. I'll wait." And he walked away.
As Draco disappeared into the castle, Emily stood, watching. Then her voice was carried off by the wind as she whispered, "Yes, Draco."
And in the castle, deep in his heart, underneath all of the hurt, confusion and doubt, Draco heard.
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At the Hogwarts Halloween feast, the teachers thought it would be fun to have a school wide Halloween ball for the whole school to attend. There was even a trophy given to the person with the best costume.
In transfiguration, where the news of the ball was given, Harry Potter promptly went up to Emily and asked her.
Emily and Draco went together, of course. They were a set along with Daphne, who had become part of their little group. They went as muggle candy. They each were a lemon drop. They won the prize for the most original costumes but not before Draco and Emily had an interesting time dancing in their bulky costumes.
After the ball, they went outside, as they always did, leaving Daphne to go down to bed. Once outside, Draco began a nice conversation about the future.
"Emily, I love you. I want to spend forever with you."
"I know, dear."
"Do you feel the same?"
"Of course I do. Why do you ask?"
"Well it's just that you spend more time around Potter than you used to. You don't like him better, do you?" Draco asked, jokingly.
Emily laughed. He loved the way she laughed. He loved her smile, the way her laugh sounded as though she were singing with the birds, and everything else about her. "Draco, you should know better." She suddenly grew a bit more serious. "Remember that first time we sat here like this? You asked about Harry and what he said. I said it wasn't important but, I should tell you now what he said if you promise not to hurt him."
"I can't promise anything, but tell me anyway."
"He wanted me to leave you. He said he loved me. When Prof. Mc Gonagall told us of the ball in transfiguration, the first thing he did was ask me. I jut thought you should know."
"I'm glad I didn't promise. Next time I see Harry, I'll." "You will not," Emily interrupted. "I told him no and that was the last he mentioned it. He agreed we would just stay friends."
"Right. I won't hurt him. I wanted to ask you something though. Before I do I should go take care of some business."
"What sort of business?"
"Explaining to Voldemorte that I cannot fill my father's shoes as a Death Eater."
"Your father was a Death Eater?"
"Well it isn't something I'm proud of anymore since I met you."
"Harry told me, but I refused to believe it. And it's true. Draco, I can't be with you."
That was a real shock. "Why not?"
"Oh, Draco, don't look at me like that. It isn't you. It's respect for the dead."
"What do you mean?" asked Draco, looking hurt.
"My mother. She was a muggle." And she started to walk away.
"Emily weren't you listening? I don't want to be a Death Eater."
"Draco, that isn't the point. You were related to one. You have no idea how much it hurts to say this, but I just can't be with you."
"It hurts you? Think about how I must feel. I start to ask my girlfriend to marry me and before I even get the words out she dumps me! I don't think you're the one that's hurt."
It was Emily's turn to be shocked. "Draco, you know I love you, but- Oh, I'm just so confused. Draco if you could just hold that thought, I may or may not come back, but I need to think about it for awhile. It may be a long while before I ever speak to you again, but when I do, I will have a decision."
"Emily, I ought to hate you for this but I can't. I'll wait." And he walked away.
As Draco disappeared into the castle, Emily stood, watching. Then her voice was carried off by the wind as she whispered, "Yes, Draco."
And in the castle, deep in his heart, underneath all of the hurt, confusion and doubt, Draco heard.