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Water

How dare you say that my behaviour is unacceptable
So condescending unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle

You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here
This Double Vision I was seeing is finally clear
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone
Not fit to funkin' tread the ground I'm walking on

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe

Lyrics from 'Harder to Breathe' by Maroon 5

Part 1

The next day, using his status, Draco went into Hogsmeade alone. It was a Sunday and there was hardly anyone about so early. Draco didn't mind however. This was the way he liked it. Quiet, no one bothering him, no one getting in the way. No one inducing any feeling in him whatsoever. He stepped through the deep, fresh snow, the flakes crunching below his boots, robes slowly soaking.

He stopped at the top of a hilly part, leaning against a tree and looked down into the village covered in a blanket of snow and icicles. He closed his blue eyes, so cold like the ice and snow that hung around him and recalled his dream. He wasn't superstitious, and he definitely did not believe all the Divination rubbish about dreams.

Bearing this in mind he turned matters to the one thing in his life he could escape to when everything else wore heavy on his mind. But no, even the Dark Side had been penetrated by something Draco could not disentangle. This was the closest he had ever been to someone, emotionally. By involving her in the circle of deceit and death that was his escapism, Draco had effectively poisoned himself, because he could not stop thinking about her. He knew only her name and that she was a damn good fighter. But when trying to escape everyday turmoil by thinking about his evil pastimes his thought pattern lead naturally to her. His hatred at this attention he was giving a person, a human being, was equally matched by how much comfort he gained from her company. A kindred sprit who understood his ambition did not need to know about the shit that had happened to him before, and neither did he need to know anything that had happened to her.

He picked up a handful of snow and cupped it between his pale hands until it melted away into trickles of water through his frozen fingers. He did it again and again and again.

Just marvelling at how water can change colour and consistency when something as simple as heat is applied to it. How it remains the same thing, yet manages to be so different. Only because of one outside factor, everything can change.

And Draco knew that change wasn't always bad.