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Chapter 2- The Letter
~* I've often wondered what life is worth. Is life worth living with my father? Is life worth pretending always to be something you're not. Is life worth loving from afar? My first answer is always no, of course not. But then I think, maybe it will not always be this way. Maybe things will get better. Then, life will be worth having done those things.
Loving from afar. I'll bet you're wondering about that one. Why is it that the one thing I want more than anything, is the only thing I can't have? Does that seem fair to you? I don't think it is. I've loved her for what seems like forever. It was last February when I started having these feelings about her. I didn't know what they were, then. I just knew they were there. After a few months, I realized what these feelings meant. I love her, more than I think I could love anyone. But what of it? Would she ever give me a second glance? Would she ever think of me as anything but an enemy? It does not seem so. All I can do is watch her, and wish. How often do wishes come true?
Too many unanswered questions. I don't know anyone who could answer them. Except maybe her. She probably has the answers, but I would never be able to ask her these things.
I'm writing this never expecting an answer. I'm never even expecting anyone to read it. I have to get the words out, though. They're still tearing me up, but now that it's out, they're tearing more slowly. Maybe I can survive long enough for the better life part in the end.*~
She came to the end of the letter. If she had ever read anything sadder or more heartfelt, she did not know where. She wondered who he was, but the letter gave no hints. She wondered who the girl he spoke of was. Her heart went out to the poor fellow.
After pulling parchment and quill toward her, she paused. Should she really do this? After all, he had even said he did not expect an answer…
*No, I can't just ignore it. He needs someone to talk to. If he had someone, he wouldn't have written the letter.*
She nibbled on a nail while thinking. Then she put her quill to the paper and scratched out the best reply she could muster.
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As usual, classes had been- the usual. Draco sighed as he picked at the rice pudding on his plate.
Narcissa's owl soared toward him. He smiled as he read her note. He scrawled a reply relating the lack of news, and sent the beautiful black owl on its way.
"Can you believe they're still sitting together?" Pansy said amusedly. "Granger may be smart, but she sure doesn't know how to choose friends."
Draco didn't speak. Crabbe and Goyle chortled stupidly. Were these people really his friends? He felt rather pathetic. Muttering that he had to go to the bathroom, he took his things and left the table.
Once he had left the hall, he wondered what to do. He did not actually have to go to the bathroom. "Bloody Hell," he muttered, and wandered aimlessly through the hall.
At last he came to the place where he had left his letter. Hesitating for a moment, he checked to see if it was still there. He sighed. It was. Well, it was a bit foolish to think that someone would find it after only two days.
But- was that the same letter? There was something about it that did not seem right. He took a closer look. On the outside, a very short note was written. It said, *For you*. Gingerly he reached for it.
Draco lounged on his bed, staring at the ceiling and sucking a sugar quill. How could he answer that? It seemed that everything had been said. But maybe not. This person did seem willing to talk to him. Maybe he could ask for advice on something else. He just didn't know *what*.
After careful consideration, he wrote. Rereading it afterward, he realized that it had come out completely different from the way he planned. Once he started writing, his pen had just taken off, as though it had his mind but more guts. He didn't care. He kind of trusted whoever had answered his first letter.
He was late for class. He placed the letter in the same spot as before, then started toward class…and then thought better of it. It was History of Magic, Binns never noticed or cared who was there, as long as he could keep on talking. Droning was a better word for it. Draco smiled wryly.
So he missed a class. One class is fine. Especially if the teacher doesn't even notice. He flopped back on his bed, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.
He was walking through an empty mansion, turning and checking rooms at random. She had to be here, he knew she had to. He kept searching. At last he came to the only door he had not checked. She was here, behind this door. He could feel it…
The door opened. The room was empty.
Draco awoke cursing his luck.
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The next time she had prefect duty, she snuck to the place for the letters. Checking to make sure no one saw her, she reached down. There was a letter there.
She examined it. It was not the one she had left there. It was a new one. Smiling triumphantly, she slipped it into her robes and continued down the hall.
End Chapter
Kind of short, I know, but that's the way it goes.
Hey, I have a question for the readers. I'm wondering who I should pair Ginny with, if anyone…and it can't be Harry. Harry is already paired. If anyone says Snape (ew) I will gouge out my lungs with a dull kitchen utensil.
Thanks, now review!
Chapter 2- The Letter
~* I've often wondered what life is worth. Is life worth living with my father? Is life worth pretending always to be something you're not. Is life worth loving from afar? My first answer is always no, of course not. But then I think, maybe it will not always be this way. Maybe things will get better. Then, life will be worth having done those things.
Loving from afar. I'll bet you're wondering about that one. Why is it that the one thing I want more than anything, is the only thing I can't have? Does that seem fair to you? I don't think it is. I've loved her for what seems like forever. It was last February when I started having these feelings about her. I didn't know what they were, then. I just knew they were there. After a few months, I realized what these feelings meant. I love her, more than I think I could love anyone. But what of it? Would she ever give me a second glance? Would she ever think of me as anything but an enemy? It does not seem so. All I can do is watch her, and wish. How often do wishes come true?
Too many unanswered questions. I don't know anyone who could answer them. Except maybe her. She probably has the answers, but I would never be able to ask her these things.
I'm writing this never expecting an answer. I'm never even expecting anyone to read it. I have to get the words out, though. They're still tearing me up, but now that it's out, they're tearing more slowly. Maybe I can survive long enough for the better life part in the end.*~
She came to the end of the letter. If she had ever read anything sadder or more heartfelt, she did not know where. She wondered who he was, but the letter gave no hints. She wondered who the girl he spoke of was. Her heart went out to the poor fellow.
After pulling parchment and quill toward her, she paused. Should she really do this? After all, he had even said he did not expect an answer…
*No, I can't just ignore it. He needs someone to talk to. If he had someone, he wouldn't have written the letter.*
She nibbled on a nail while thinking. Then she put her quill to the paper and scratched out the best reply she could muster.
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As usual, classes had been- the usual. Draco sighed as he picked at the rice pudding on his plate.
Narcissa's owl soared toward him. He smiled as he read her note. He scrawled a reply relating the lack of news, and sent the beautiful black owl on its way.
"Can you believe they're still sitting together?" Pansy said amusedly. "Granger may be smart, but she sure doesn't know how to choose friends."
Draco didn't speak. Crabbe and Goyle chortled stupidly. Were these people really his friends? He felt rather pathetic. Muttering that he had to go to the bathroom, he took his things and left the table.
Once he had left the hall, he wondered what to do. He did not actually have to go to the bathroom. "Bloody Hell," he muttered, and wandered aimlessly through the hall.
At last he came to the place where he had left his letter. Hesitating for a moment, he checked to see if it was still there. He sighed. It was. Well, it was a bit foolish to think that someone would find it after only two days.
But- was that the same letter? There was something about it that did not seem right. He took a closer look. On the outside, a very short note was written. It said, *For you*. Gingerly he reached for it.
Draco lounged on his bed, staring at the ceiling and sucking a sugar quill. How could he answer that? It seemed that everything had been said. But maybe not. This person did seem willing to talk to him. Maybe he could ask for advice on something else. He just didn't know *what*.
After careful consideration, he wrote. Rereading it afterward, he realized that it had come out completely different from the way he planned. Once he started writing, his pen had just taken off, as though it had his mind but more guts. He didn't care. He kind of trusted whoever had answered his first letter.
He was late for class. He placed the letter in the same spot as before, then started toward class…and then thought better of it. It was History of Magic, Binns never noticed or cared who was there, as long as he could keep on talking. Droning was a better word for it. Draco smiled wryly.
So he missed a class. One class is fine. Especially if the teacher doesn't even notice. He flopped back on his bed, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.
He was walking through an empty mansion, turning and checking rooms at random. She had to be here, he knew she had to. He kept searching. At last he came to the only door he had not checked. She was here, behind this door. He could feel it…
The door opened. The room was empty.
Draco awoke cursing his luck.
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The next time she had prefect duty, she snuck to the place for the letters. Checking to make sure no one saw her, she reached down. There was a letter there.
She examined it. It was not the one she had left there. It was a new one. Smiling triumphantly, she slipped it into her robes and continued down the hall.
End Chapter
Kind of short, I know, but that's the way it goes.
Hey, I have a question for the readers. I'm wondering who I should pair Ginny with, if anyone…and it can't be Harry. Harry is already paired. If anyone says Snape (ew) I will gouge out my lungs with a dull kitchen utensil.
Thanks, now review!