Chapter Five.
Author's note: Please, refrain from your criticisms. I am Virginia Woolf, trying to resurrect this horror story that not even Henry James would touch with a ten-foot pole. The only reason Dumbledore appears like this is because of an affliction of the brain [and they were having inappropriate intercourse]. According to Tara, I ought to not be updating unless I receive; and I quote "five good revoiws!"
Dumbledore, that sturdy force whose presence was known everywhere, bade Draco and Ebony follow him. He could not contain his fury; it was unbridled, and he unleashed all the frustrations that even God himself would quake at.
"You fools!" spite rang from his enragement.
Ebony could not contain her emotion any longer; the love; the sweetness; it was all ruined by this. Draco; amiable and kind, comforted her. She knew love now; loved life; loved Draco Malfoy.
Dumbledore took them to Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall; both of them were angry.
Dumbledore, sparing no details, filled the two professors in on the occurrence. Perhaps he supposed they would share in his anger; join his condemnation? (They did; for their sins.)
"How dare you?" demanded Professor Snape.
Draco, the noble Draco; the Don Quixote of this story; the heroic knight in Ebony's dark, ridiculous and somewhat badly written life; saved her with a swoop of his sword. "I love her!" he cried.
Ebony swooned. (He loves me! He loves me really! Oh heavenly union! O blessed day!)
The silence was deafening; the room was clear. Dumbledore; that force; and the other professors glared; yet a mild sympathy overcame Professor Snape. He, sighing with an manner most unlike him, bade them return to their rooms.
Draco, and his swooning cohort mounted the stairs.
"Are you alright, my sweet?" he enquired; Ebony smiled. (He loves me! He loves me!)
"Yes, my dear," she replied. Yet, she lied. She could not let him see her pain; the pain of the union being broken. The pain welled inside her and beat her chest; she wanted to take his lips on hers again; to jump into eternity through that window beside them. Yet she could not. The world would not miss them; life would not miss them. Heavens know why one loved it so.
Ebony parted with her heart. She brushed her teeth and changed her clothes (Why do I carry on as if nothing has changed? Why do I carry on living although the world has torn apart around me? Her thoughts whirled around and around.)
She came out of the room.
Draco was standing there; waiting for her, like a gentleman. He began to sing a love song whose words were more powerful than any speech; more powerful than any Act of Parliament; more powerful than her beating heart. Ebony was flatters, Ebony was stunned. He was not meant to be there yet he cared nothing for rules! He loved her; and that was enough.
She hugged; she kissed.
Then, her heart touched, they parted; once more to return to coldness that enveloped them; the coldness called reality.