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Serviettes were made of green silk. The many things Raechil noticed as she placed the serviette on her lap. She was sitting across the table from Draco, and Narcissa was at the head of the table.
"So," came Narcissa's voice. "How've you been Raechil?"
Raechil knew Auntie Narcissa as one who asked too many questions for her own good. "I've been fine. Working at the Muggle Zoo, with snakes."
"Oh, those disgusting things? Draco always wanted one as a child, but I would never allow it."
"Mum, she knows that already." Draco sounds irritated.
"Oh, Auntie Narcissa. I was having a discussion with one of my friends one day, and when I said 'Auntie Narcissa', they thought I was Draco's cousin." She giggles. "Then I had to explain the whole 'our families go way back' thing. It was hilarious."
Draco chomped down on a piece of lettuce loudly. Raechil looked at him. "What?" Draco asked, setting his fork down, obviously full.
"Don't be such an ass, Draco. Your mum prepared this meal. You should be grateful."
"I don't have to be grateful."
"Yes, you do!"
"STOP IT YOU TWO!" Narcissa yelled, standing up. "Both of you, clear to table. Diana will wash the dishes. I need a lay down. My head is pounding." She left the dining area, and retreated up the stairs into her room.
Raechil looked at Draco. "What's the matter with you? You're so distant now. and you've changed a lot."
"Have I now? So have you Raechil. You're not the girl I used to know." Draco retorted.
Raechil replied, "I'm not? Well, you'll have to get used to the new me." She stood, and put her fork, knife, and glass onto her plate. She bustled off into the kitchen silently, hearing Draco curse loudly as she walked into the kitchen. I plump woman, with rosy red cheeks came over to Raechil, grabbing the plates.
"Thank you, miss Raechil. Your company here is much appreciated." This woman was obviously Diana. She had the same hair. A messy bun of her thick red hair, which was starting to gray.
"Diana? May I ask you a question?" Raechil pulled herself up onto the counter, crossing her hands in her lap.
Diana set the dinning things into the sink, and leaned against the white counter. "No, Raechil. You can ask me two, not one, for you have already asked me one."
A laughed escaped Raechil. "Has Draco been acting strange lately?"
Diana sighed, and nodded slowly. "Yes, he as, actually. He never usually leaves his room, and he stares at the picture of you two when you were children. I think he missed you, dear child."
"Yeah. maybe. You never know with Draco. But oh, how I've missed him too. Today, was the first time in three years we've seen hide nor hair of each other."
"Really? Draco said you'd been communicating with something called inet."
Raechil eyed Diana. "You mean the internet?"
Diana nodded.
"Nope. We haven't been." She sighs loudly, watching Draco walk in to the room, dump some plates a things on the counter, and leave.
"Go get him. Talk to him. You two need time together."
Raechil jumped off the counter, nodding slowly as she ran after Draco.
She caught him when he was half across the Entrance Hall. "Draco!" she called, running up behind him. "Draco! Talk to me!"
Of course, being as stubborn as he was, Draco kept on walking. He knew he wanted to turn around and say something, but he wasn't sure if she was the same person. Ever since Potter polluted her. He thought that was what had changed her.
"Please Draco." Raechil pleaded, barely keeping up with him. "Listen to me."
No reply.
"Fine! Pretend you don't care. I know you do. I always have known. My phone number is 536-7345. Call me, Draco, if you ever want to talk." Raechil turned, and walked out the door. She pressed a white button on her key chain, and her Focus started, and the doors unlocked. After putting it in gear, she slammed her foot down on the pedal, cruising out of the driveway, a few salty tear dripping down her face.
~*~
Over the next few days, Raechil had become highly paranoid. Every time the phone rang, she picked it up, and said 'Draco?', but it was never him. Artemis, and her cousin Ryleigh had noticed drastic changes. She never came and talked to Artemis, and she never seemed to have the time to yell at Ryleigh because he was an annoying prat. One evening at dinner, Artemis and Ryleigh decided to say something.
"Raechil." Ryleigh said, sounding concerned. "What's been the matter with you?"
"Yes, Raechil." Spoke up Artemis. "Please, do tell us."
"Does it matter?" Raechil said, not looking up from her plate.
"Yes, it does Miss Raechil." It was Augustine.
"Why? It's not like I'm some special person."
"Too us you are," Ryleigh and Artemis said in unison.
"Well, about a week ago, I went to visit Draco, right?" She watched them all nod. "Well, we sort of got into a fight. I gave him my phone number, and I've been waiting for him to call. but he hasn't yet. And it's starting to bother me."
"Oh... is that a good reason to be upset?" asked Ryleigh, glancing around the table.
"Yes! It is!" Raechil stood, and bustled away from the table, running up the stairs.
She magiced open her door, and ran to her bed, flopping down on her bed. She buried her face in her dark blue pillows, sobbing loudly. She cried herself to sleep, dreaming all her worries away.
-In Raechil's Dream-
Small children could be seen drifting across a playground, laughing, and having fun. Raechil sat on a bench, watching them with joy. Her hair was short now, and sunny blonde. But, she wondered why she was here. Why would she be at a playground. She looked at her hands, which were folded neatly in her lap.
Suddenly, a new picture came into Raechil's head. She was being held in Draco's arms, and she was crying. She was happy, for once. She kissed him, and his face turned into one of a trout. She started screaming.
-Back To Reality-
Raechil woke up in a cold sweat. She had a large teddy under one arm, and a pillow under the other. She sighed lightly, and looked at the clock. It was seven in the morning. And it was Sunday. She didn't have to work.
She got out of bed, and immediately went to her make-up table. She looked like shit. Her make-up was smudged, and her mascara was running down her face because she'd been crying. She quickly washed it off, and applied some more. Today it was light pink eye shadow, black waterproof mascara, and shaggy ear-lobe length silver hair. She changed into a pair of fuzzy pink pajamas, leaving her room, and descending down the stairs slowly.
The phone rang. Raechil didn't think anything of it. She'd given up on Draco calling. But she went and got it anyways.
"Hello?" she said as she placed the receiver by her ear.
"Hey Raechil."
It was Draco.
Serviettes were made of green silk. The many things Raechil noticed as she placed the serviette on her lap. She was sitting across the table from Draco, and Narcissa was at the head of the table.
"So," came Narcissa's voice. "How've you been Raechil?"
Raechil knew Auntie Narcissa as one who asked too many questions for her own good. "I've been fine. Working at the Muggle Zoo, with snakes."
"Oh, those disgusting things? Draco always wanted one as a child, but I would never allow it."
"Mum, she knows that already." Draco sounds irritated.
"Oh, Auntie Narcissa. I was having a discussion with one of my friends one day, and when I said 'Auntie Narcissa', they thought I was Draco's cousin." She giggles. "Then I had to explain the whole 'our families go way back' thing. It was hilarious."
Draco chomped down on a piece of lettuce loudly. Raechil looked at him. "What?" Draco asked, setting his fork down, obviously full.
"Don't be such an ass, Draco. Your mum prepared this meal. You should be grateful."
"I don't have to be grateful."
"Yes, you do!"
"STOP IT YOU TWO!" Narcissa yelled, standing up. "Both of you, clear to table. Diana will wash the dishes. I need a lay down. My head is pounding." She left the dining area, and retreated up the stairs into her room.
Raechil looked at Draco. "What's the matter with you? You're so distant now. and you've changed a lot."
"Have I now? So have you Raechil. You're not the girl I used to know." Draco retorted.
Raechil replied, "I'm not? Well, you'll have to get used to the new me." She stood, and put her fork, knife, and glass onto her plate. She bustled off into the kitchen silently, hearing Draco curse loudly as she walked into the kitchen. I plump woman, with rosy red cheeks came over to Raechil, grabbing the plates.
"Thank you, miss Raechil. Your company here is much appreciated." This woman was obviously Diana. She had the same hair. A messy bun of her thick red hair, which was starting to gray.
"Diana? May I ask you a question?" Raechil pulled herself up onto the counter, crossing her hands in her lap.
Diana set the dinning things into the sink, and leaned against the white counter. "No, Raechil. You can ask me two, not one, for you have already asked me one."
A laughed escaped Raechil. "Has Draco been acting strange lately?"
Diana sighed, and nodded slowly. "Yes, he as, actually. He never usually leaves his room, and he stares at the picture of you two when you were children. I think he missed you, dear child."
"Yeah. maybe. You never know with Draco. But oh, how I've missed him too. Today, was the first time in three years we've seen hide nor hair of each other."
"Really? Draco said you'd been communicating with something called inet."
Raechil eyed Diana. "You mean the internet?"
Diana nodded.
"Nope. We haven't been." She sighs loudly, watching Draco walk in to the room, dump some plates a things on the counter, and leave.
"Go get him. Talk to him. You two need time together."
Raechil jumped off the counter, nodding slowly as she ran after Draco.
She caught him when he was half across the Entrance Hall. "Draco!" she called, running up behind him. "Draco! Talk to me!"
Of course, being as stubborn as he was, Draco kept on walking. He knew he wanted to turn around and say something, but he wasn't sure if she was the same person. Ever since Potter polluted her. He thought that was what had changed her.
"Please Draco." Raechil pleaded, barely keeping up with him. "Listen to me."
No reply.
"Fine! Pretend you don't care. I know you do. I always have known. My phone number is 536-7345. Call me, Draco, if you ever want to talk." Raechil turned, and walked out the door. She pressed a white button on her key chain, and her Focus started, and the doors unlocked. After putting it in gear, she slammed her foot down on the pedal, cruising out of the driveway, a few salty tear dripping down her face.
~*~
Over the next few days, Raechil had become highly paranoid. Every time the phone rang, she picked it up, and said 'Draco?', but it was never him. Artemis, and her cousin Ryleigh had noticed drastic changes. She never came and talked to Artemis, and she never seemed to have the time to yell at Ryleigh because he was an annoying prat. One evening at dinner, Artemis and Ryleigh decided to say something.
"Raechil." Ryleigh said, sounding concerned. "What's been the matter with you?"
"Yes, Raechil." Spoke up Artemis. "Please, do tell us."
"Does it matter?" Raechil said, not looking up from her plate.
"Yes, it does Miss Raechil." It was Augustine.
"Why? It's not like I'm some special person."
"Too us you are," Ryleigh and Artemis said in unison.
"Well, about a week ago, I went to visit Draco, right?" She watched them all nod. "Well, we sort of got into a fight. I gave him my phone number, and I've been waiting for him to call. but he hasn't yet. And it's starting to bother me."
"Oh... is that a good reason to be upset?" asked Ryleigh, glancing around the table.
"Yes! It is!" Raechil stood, and bustled away from the table, running up the stairs.
She magiced open her door, and ran to her bed, flopping down on her bed. She buried her face in her dark blue pillows, sobbing loudly. She cried herself to sleep, dreaming all her worries away.
-In Raechil's Dream-
Small children could be seen drifting across a playground, laughing, and having fun. Raechil sat on a bench, watching them with joy. Her hair was short now, and sunny blonde. But, she wondered why she was here. Why would she be at a playground. She looked at her hands, which were folded neatly in her lap.
Suddenly, a new picture came into Raechil's head. She was being held in Draco's arms, and she was crying. She was happy, for once. She kissed him, and his face turned into one of a trout. She started screaming.
-Back To Reality-
Raechil woke up in a cold sweat. She had a large teddy under one arm, and a pillow under the other. She sighed lightly, and looked at the clock. It was seven in the morning. And it was Sunday. She didn't have to work.
She got out of bed, and immediately went to her make-up table. She looked like shit. Her make-up was smudged, and her mascara was running down her face because she'd been crying. She quickly washed it off, and applied some more. Today it was light pink eye shadow, black waterproof mascara, and shaggy ear-lobe length silver hair. She changed into a pair of fuzzy pink pajamas, leaving her room, and descending down the stairs slowly.
The phone rang. Raechil didn't think anything of it. She'd given up on Draco calling. But she went and got it anyways.
"Hello?" she said as she placed the receiver by her ear.
"Hey Raechil."
It was Draco.