else belongs to JK Rowling (as well as the Daily Prophet, Hogwarts, etc)
You get the point
Author's Note: Wow it's late and I'm tired so it is very possible this chapter may have a typo or two please let me know if this is the case! TY - Lynn
Chapter 5- Memories and ApologiesLex sobbed uncontrollably into her pillow, now soaked with tears. What Draco said about her father had really struck a chord. She wasn't even angry with him for reading her diary anymore. This trumped everything he had ever done before. Instead of retorting in some way as she normally did she was rendered completely incapacitated.
She thought about the day her father left. She was only two years old, but it was her earliest memory. Her parents were young when she was born and Adam Flint wasn't ready to be a father. The young American man had only intended to spend the summer in England, but Anna Weasley changed all that.
They spent a carefree summer together, but in September reality struck them. Adam was ready to leave when Anna told him she was pregnant. He promised he would come back for her, and their child. He promised he would always be there for them, and for two years he was. But Adam Flint wasn't the type of person to settle down, at least not when he was twenty-one.
Lex remembered the night he left so clearly. She had awoken from some nightmare and ran to her parents' room but before she reached it. Her father, carrying his luggage, stopped her. He placed his suitcase on the floor and exchanged them for the small red headed toddler.
"Lexie." He smiled beginning to carry her to her room. "What's wrong?"
"Monsters!"
"Oh my little Lexie, my angel! There aren't any monsters." He placed her in her bad and tucked her back in. "Now go back to sleep little one." He kissed her on the forehead.
"Where are you going?" Her small voice asked.
"Daddy has to go away for a little while. Don't worry about it angel."
She yawned a tiny yawn and drifted off to sleep.
When she woke up the next morning she found her mother in tears.
Lex couldn't remember any other details besides the fact they went to live with her Aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur.
Until today, her family members were the only people who knew Richard Brandish wasn't her real father. Now her greatest enemy knew.
The fact of the matter was that this was the most sensitive subject in Lex's world. She always felt she should be mad at Adam. He abandoned her and her mother. He rarely ever sent owls. He didn't even send her an owl on her birthdays. Her last birthday, her sixteenth, he sent her an owl promising to write more often. She was so excited, but she hadn't heard from him in about seven months. Even with all the broken promises she still called him Dad in all her letters. She still forgave him. Sometimes she felt as if she was betraying her step-dad. He had been there for her since her real father left. She sometimes felt as if the name Dad should have been reserved for him. But she still called the man who abandoned her Dad.
What's my problem? She thought as she began to cry louder than before.
Draco sat in the living room flipping through a Quidditch magazine. He heard Lex's sobs through her bedroom door.
Maybe I took this a little too far. He wondered. He was beginning to feel guilty. He had never felt this way before. He should have been reaping the glory of his conquest. He had won the war between he and Lex. Her crying was proof of that. But instead of feeling proud, be felt intense gut wrenching remorse.
He sighed. I guess I'm going to have to… apologize. How odd. How exactly do I do that? He pondered. He walked to her door.
He gently knocked. "Lex?"
She tried her best to restrain her weeping. She didn't answer him. She knew he would be able to tell she was crying.
"Lex. I need to… I mean I … what I mean to say is… I'm sorry for reading your diary."
She opened the door. "I don't care about the diary."
Draco stared at her in utter confusion.
"I mean." She sniffled. "I do, but that's not why I'm so upset."
The same dumbfounded look remained plastered to his face. "Then it's not my…"
"Oh its your fault! It's just not the fact you read my diary."
"Oh its about what I said then?"
"Wow you're quick Malfoy!"
"Look at that even when you're upset the sarcasm still doesn't fail! I am sorry. I didn't really want to make you cry, I just well If I may quote you I'm 'the most arrogant prick on the face of this Earth'. I don't know what I was trying to do."
Practically against her will, a small smile broke through her tears.
"There you go Malfoy. You've apologized. You can go to sleep with a clear conscience."
"So you forgive me?"
"Yeah. It's your nature to be a jerk, or maybe it was nurture? Well either way you were screwed." She joked.
Malfoy smiled. "So, goodnight then."
"Goodnight."
Malfoy sat up in his bed. He had apologized. Why didn't he feel any better? He had hurt people before. He was sure he had made people cry before. Why did this bother him?
I need to do something else to make this up to her. What am I thinking? Since when does Draco Malfoy make anything up to anyone? It must be this living with a girl. The hormones must be messing with me! That must be it. He placed his head on his pillow and tossed and turned a bit.
Just go to sleep. He told himself. I'll feel like myself in the morning. Well it couldn't hurt to show her how sorry I am.
He threw on some clothes and headed outside.
The next morning Lex woke up feeling more drained than rested. She felt dehydrated. I probably am dehydrated. She thought, I cried at least a gallon last night.
She showered and got dressed. Then ventured out of her room. She hoped she could make a quick pass for the fireplace before Draco was even up. She didn't want to talk to him this morning. She wasn't sure she ever really wanted to speak to him but definitely not today.
She didn't see him. She quickly ran to the fireplace. Stuck to the fireplace was a piece of parchment.
Lex,
I know you said you forgave me but I still feel bad and that's a big deal. You have to know I'm really sorry for this if I'm feeling this guilty. Feeling guilty isn't something I do. I'm sure you don't want to talk to me right now. But I hope you will eventually. In the meantime enjoy breakfast… no eggs!
- Draco
This was odd. Draco Malfoy, feeling remorseful? She walked over to the table and found french toast, bacon, and strawberries. Alongside the plate were purple hyacinth and another note.
The flower vender told me this flower means 'I'm sorry'.
Lex was shocked Draco had actually put effort and thought into this apology. She didn't know what to do or say. She ate her breakfast and tried to think of what to say to Draco when she saw him. She was at a loss when she decided it was time to be leaving. She sighed as she stepped into the fireplace and went to work.
Author's Note: I have off tomorrow so there should be more then!