This Is Growing Up
By : epiphanies
The king and queen aren't up for tea today.
"What is this? What is all of this pain and this mockery and this contempt?" she asked him once.
She heard him sigh in the darkness of his bedroom, "Are you dreaming again?"
"I only wish I was," she felt a familiar sting in her eye region, but pushed it away. "But I'm changing, Draco. It's like my life force is feeding off of something different…something new. And what is the malice-sword that's stabbing my heart?"
"No need to get into one of those bloody heart conversations, Panse," she heard him roll in his bed beside hers and she sniffed.
The rain is keeping them awake.
"Well, the blasted thing is working, and I don't like it! It's cutting me."
"Tell it to sod off and let you go back to sleep, then!"
"It doesn't work like that," she snapped, "I feel guilty, Draco. Me. Guilty! Ask me why and I don't know, but I'm starting to feel- I mean, I'm starting to get the idea that if you knock on my chest it won't be hollow anymore!"
"And the Grinch's heart grew four sizes that day," recited Draco dryly, "Pansy, just shut it and let me sleep, will you? Or else you'll be going home."
Through roaring fires and crackling sparks.
"Fine!" she cried, and sat upright. She glared at the dark lump three feet away that she assumed was her best friend, "Don't help me with this, then!"
"Oh, it's probably just PMS," he yawned, and she looked daggers at him before grabbing her wand and whispering.
"Imperio."
He sat up as a candle magically spit to life. He glared at her and shuddered.
"Help me," She crossed her pajama'd legs expectantly. A smile flitted across his face as he opened his mouth mechanically.
"It's called growing up, Pansy."
She quirked an eyebrow at him, "Wow. Nice work."
"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" he glared at her.
She shrugged, "I've never been good at the Imperious."
She flopped over onto her side and smiled to herself. She heard him grumble under his breath for a moment before he settled into his nasal snoring.
'Priceless,' she thought amusedly, then fell into a deep sleep by the lullaby of her heartbeat.
The rain echoes in their tin hearts.