10:35 AM

I ate quietly at a Muggle fast food restaurant names Bob Evan, presumably after the owner. This time, it was in peace, as no one had come up to me and disturbed me. I sat there, thinking about what would happen after I died. Would I float up to the edges of the sky and enter heaven, or would I dive down deep to be invited inside the gates of hell? I had wasted my whole life doing petty things that didn't come to any use. I had committed sins. They might seem insignificant to an outsider's eye, but to me, they were as big as murdering someone. Lying to my mother about getting perfect grades, gossiping, making fun of people, lying to myself.

After I was done eating, I went to Gondolyn Heights in search of the designated flat. It didn't take long because it was easily one of the more distinguishable buildings in the area. It was tall, about four hundred feet, with rust white paint covering the walls of the building. I could see miniature glass windows bunched up together on the whole building. As I entered, a sign came to my attention. It was a carved stone in the shape of an arch that had the words 'Winter Blocks' encrypted in it. Flowers like dandelion and tulips surrounded it, giving it vibrant color. I went inside the flat and entered the elevator. As I looked around at the people outside, I noticed that this building was occupied by Muggles. Was Draco so desperate that he had to live near people he despised?

Something took over me as the elevator climbed from floor twenty to thirty to forty. Was I doing the right thing by coming here? What if he didn't want to see me? What if he'd forgotten me or pretended to? I don't think I could take that. Back when we had been in school, I had always followed him around like a puppy dog after its owner, but he had never given me his full attention. It was almost as if I didn't exist in his eyes. That might have had to do with the fact that in our fifth year, I had spread lies that I had slept with him. I think that was when he started to hate me. He didn't talk to me for two months after that incident, and I thought I had lost him forever. There wasn't enough strength in me to tell him that I loved him. It wasn't something a woman said to a man, because I believed it should be the other way around.

The elevator led me to the chosen floor, and I found myself standing in front of door number forty two. I hesitated, putting my foot back and letting my hands fall to the side, and thought twice about what I was doing. Well, I had nothing to lose, did I? If I told him I loved him today, it wasn't as if I would be alive tomorrow to deal with the consequences.

I reached for the doorknob and twisted it. The door wouldn't open. It took me a few seconds to realize that normal people knocked first. I did this, but still there was no answer.

It was stupid of me to think that he would be home in the morning. Surely he would have some business to attend to. Disappointed, I stepped back into the elevator, which led me down to the ground floor, and came into the open. I took a minute to appreciate the world around me by sitting on a swing in the mini playground to my right. Gosh, I hadn't sat in a swing for years. I felt good by reconnecting with my childhood.

The day was filled with light, as the sun hovered high in the sky like a spaceship. It vibrated bright rays onto my face when I looked up at it. It was humid and hot, a dangerous combination. I saw a couple of people go by, all of them adults, into the complex, not noticing me at all. The third person did notice me, but not before I caught a glimpse of him. For some strange reason, I had always been able to spot the opposite person first when we were supposed to meet. I guessed it was a gift.

Draco had two paper bags in each hand as he walked across the grass, about twenty feet away from me. I stared at him closely, admiring his deep blue sea eyes and white blond hair waving back and forth as his feet moved. He looked like a stay at home dad with all those bags in his hands. Even the way he walked, a confident and assured gait, mesmerized me to no end. I had never gotten tired of being amazed by him. After a few seconds, he felt that someone was looking at him, and turned to the swings immediately. He gazed at her for awhile, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He dropped the bags, bread and eggs coming out of them, and came straight to me.

"Bless my body, it's Pansy." He breathed, like he was talking to himself. "Merlin's beard, what are you doing here?"

"Now, is that the sort of welcome I get?" I asked, pretending to be offended. Then something amazing happened. He approached me closely and pulled me into a hug, a warm and cozy embrace that sent a rush of electricity up my spine and made my heart thump. That was the first time he had hugged me in at least four years.

He broke the hug and observed me for a few seconds while he smiled. It was as if he was testing me or something. I saw his eyes go down to my breasts and then to my thighs and finally back to my face. I blushed furiously.

"You look…great. You're going to come into my flat, aren't you?"

"Yeah. That's why I came." I responded, folding my arms from the sudden breeze that had invaded them from nowhere.