A/N: Sorry again. SEVERE case of Writer's Block, not to mention my, if you could call it this, 'love' life is getting more complicated then needed. Which is making me all dizzy. But I'll get over it.
June 30, 1998. Day Twelve, 7:38PM
The feeling of a black abyss in my empty, hollow stomach would not escape me, even as Draco rubbed my shoulders fervently. "Claire, come on, snap out of it, everything's fine, " he said, a slight pleading in his voice.
" I am fine, Draco," I said in a flat monotone.
"Not, you're not and it's tearing me up inside!" Draco exclaimed angrily.
"I am fine, Draco," I repeated. He gently patted my hand.
"No, you're not, and it's okay to admit it, but believe me...we're safe." he said quietly. I scooted away from him, glaring.
"What in the world possibly makes you think we're safe? I may have just put us both in mortal danger. if I had never applied for the crummy job, we would be safe. If I had never, never-" Before I could complete my sentence, Draco, my Draco took my wrists and kissed me softly on the lips. The words wouldn't come out and my mouth wouldn't move.
"If I had never met you, Claire Terversa, I would've never known what it felt like to be loved, to love. To know every morning, I get to wake up, and come downstairs to see the woman I love. To look through a crowd of beautiful, single, smart witches and the only beautiful and smart witch I see is you." He murmured in my ear, his heady, sweet smelling scent making my senses sharpen.
"Oh, I love you," I said softly, letting his scent overcome me anyhow. Draco took my hand, led me upstairs to his room and we sat on his soft, satin bed and he turned on the small TV, my body curled up against his and watching the news.
I was so scared, so in shock. I couldn't go back to the Order. I was lying to the man I love, not letting him know who I was. I was betraying my friends, not getting any work done, and betraying someone who was a supposed enemy on the run.
Then why did none of this matter as we sat on his bed, him, keeping a strong, safe hold on me, nuzzling my neck softly?
"It just occurred to me that you never told me about your family." He said quietly, but suddenly.
"My...father, Jonathan Terversa was a inventor, goofy and great to be around, but such a...dork. But, oh, I loved him so. My mother, Amanda Terversa was actually stay-at-home mother, a writer too. She was almost done with her first book before they got killed at..the wedding." Tears were freely falling from my eyes, some truth in what I had said. "I miss them...oh, so much." I wiped my eyes lightly.
He looked at me for a second, then out the nearby window. "My father was a Death Eater. He was...not a cruel man, never beat me. He was a forceful man, although. My mother acted snooty and uppity in front of guests, other purebloods, but her heart is a wispy and light as a feather. Only I knew who she really was. A curious, gentle woman, who liked to garden." His eyes were stone at this point as he glared out of the shining window, the sunlight shrouded by the clouds making a gray light enter the room.
"I'm so sorry," I apologized.
"Don't be," he said quickly, shuffling uncomfortably. "Just...forget I said anything about it." I nodded and we took a moment in silence.. I inhaled the fresh, memorable summer air I had smelled many years ago, out on the Burrow lawn having fun with Ginny. Tears forced their way to my already misty eyes and burned with hate. Hate for myself. I hated the fact I deserted her, broke apart the mirror that was our only means of conversation. The fact that Ron at an present moment, could be telling Lupin what I had done. But what's evil about love? About finding your soul mate and yes, I was proud to admit that Draco Malfoy, childhood torturer and former bully was my soul mate.
He looked down at me and tightened his grip on me. He knew I was dying on the inside for unknown reasons, too.
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Later that evening, I decided to get my mind away from all this stress I would clean. I would clean for my parents when I was young, but now, I needed to put all this rage and sadness into something positive. Draco was surprised;(I could just get some house elves," he would insist, but being the real me, I would refuse.)he kept telling me how now he could just hire a new one("There's a maid named Remmington I've been quite interested in," he would tell me) or get some more house elves(Which I refused again.) So he decided to pitch in, give me a little help with that, which I gratefully agreed with. But things were just starting to get bad at the Malfoy Manor.
"What's this?" The words that I still remember to this day. Those eternal words changed my life forever. Why, oh, why did I let him help me clean my room?
"Hmm?" I looked up and I went rigid. There was a picture of me, Harry and Ron, wide eyed and happy 1st years, laughing and pushing each other until finally me and Ron both put an arm around Harry, who was in the middle, with his hair, messy as his father's and glasses crooked with a goofy smile in front of the Burrow. What a year after Harry entered my life. But now was no time to reminisce. Now was a time to....explain.
"It's a picture, Draco," I quipped, shaking my head nervously as I went back to cleaning the cobwebs from behind the couch.
"Of Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter," he spat mine and my friends names with a disgust and hatred I only remember from our days at school.
"Yes, it was sent in the mail," I lied, quickly ducking behind the couch. "Hermione was such a nice girl."
"Yeah, wasn't she?" he said scathingly. Surprised, I looked up at him and gave a tiny gasp. he looked absolutely livid; his gray eyes were no longer loving or admirable; they were thunderstorm clouds on a horrible day. His hair was still as long, but not playfully tousled as it had been. And hard lines of hatred ran through his now even more pointed face.
"Draco..." I dropped my wand and stared up at him. Whatever his next move might have been, the thought shook me. Then, he literally seized my shoulders gruffly and made sure my eyes met his. Just looking into them frightened me; the me in the picture he had set down on the table angrily would've cried just at the sight of this.
"Who are you? A Ministry mole? Hmm?" He yelled. I tried looking away, but that just made the tears make their way through again.
"Please, let go, and I'll explain. But I swear, I love you, I always have!" I said nervously, trying to get out of his grasp. But his hands were on my shoulders like iron, pushing my together, almost crushing me... "Draco, let go!" He did and I dropped to the floor, pain shooting through my knees as he stomped off and came back quickly holding an Invisibility Cloak, my Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder and mirror.
"I went through your room, found all this sodding stuff," he growled. "So do you want to tell me who you really are.." He whipped out his wand and I let out a cry of fear as he pointed it towards me. "Or I am going to torture it out of you?" I closed my eyes tightly, praying to God he wouldn't kill me. Tears were streaming now, dropping onto my jeans. I know I had betrayed him, but what had taken him over? A few minutes ago, I was the woman he loved! Now I was nothing more than a cheat. A sneak. A mole. Nothing but a lowly rat or the slimiest, most horrible snake in the grass.
"What's become of you, Draco? I love you!" I said, furiously wiping my cheeks.
"You're a spy, aren't you? Manipulating my feelings? Trying to make me fess up? Well, listen, I've got nothing to say to you, you rat! Now, you're just a problem!" he shouted at my disheveled form.
"I'm sorry..I tried to...Oh, gosh, Draco. I never wanted to hurt you! And all this time I thought you were good, too!" I shouted back. He pulled out his wand and I backed up again the wall.
"I wasn't good.." He said in a hoarse, terribly low voice. Several tears spilled from his eyes. "I was great!"
"Stupefy!" I heard several familiar voices shout. At once, the door flew open and landed across the room. Men and women filed in wearing Ministry badges. All of them had their wands on Draco, and one lept forward and with incredible strength, this middle aged man took Draco arms and twisted them behind his back, getting him on the ground and with speed, used his wand to bind his hands together with what looked like blue and green light sticks.
"Draco Malfoy, you are under arrest for alleged association with Death Eaters of Voldemort, and the murder of Hermione Granger." I was curled up in a ball, still against the wall, sobbing my eyes out. One of the Aurors came up to me.
"It's all right, ma'am. Your safe," he said in a soothing voice, gingerly rubbing my back. But everything wasn't alright.
What had I done?
A/N: You see why this took so long? Yeesh, and I started my new story today! So anyway, read and review, you know it.