Hey guys! I'm sorry about the long wait! It's been a crazy past few weeks, that's for sure. But, here's the next chapter...
Seven
Hermione's Point of View
What's your favorite subject?
DADA
Of course it is! You're a guy! Blimey, you men and your violence.
Don't act like you don't like it!
Well, for your information, I don't!
Suurrreee. Keep telling yourself that, love.
Love? Did he just call me 'love'? Merlin, I hope I read that right!
It had been a four days since all of us had gone to Diagon Alley. Ginny kept me there for ages looking at several different clothing stores. It surprised me that we actually got all of our school supplies. Ginny is a living tornado when it comes to clothes. You wouldn't think it, though. She seems quite the "tom-boy", but she can be girly when it's needed.
The only downfall-of sorts-was when we bumped into Malfoy when rounding a corner. He looked fine on the outside, but there wasn't that taunting spark in his eyes as there usually was when you looked at him. He had simply said, "Carry on" and nodded before walking down the alley with his little house elf by his side. The remarkable sight was that his house elf adorned a lavender pillowcase and was skipping merrily by his side.
The rest of the day, I could not get Malfoy out of my mind. He was in almost every thought I had. And, quite frankly, it was scaring me. I had never had a decent thought about Malfoy before. Well, except for that horrid day that he had come to The Burrow, but that was beside the point. Malfoy had always been the enemy, right? He wasn't supposed to be pitied, was he? But, I just couldn't get those pained, grey eyes out of my head. He looked simply...sad. It wasn't the Malfoy that I knew. I mean, he didn't sneer or glare at me or Ginny when we bumped into him. He always had something to say! It wasn't natural.
Are you there?
I hurriedly picked up my quill before replying, Oh yes! Sorry, I was just thinking about something.
Would I be intruding if I asked what you were thinking about?
I was just thinking about school. You know, it's going to really great to be back. I think that's my favorite place on Earth.
Same here! I feel...safe there. Like I know I can trust everyone there. I've been feeling different since the war. Well, I'm sure everyone has, huh? But, I felt mine deep down like now I want to be a different person and I want to be free to make my own descisions.
What did he mean by "free to make my own descisions"? Was he being controlled by someone? Or worse, was he a death eaters child or relative?
So I asked him what he meant by that statement.
Did you ever feel like the war was dictating your options on living?
What a silly question! Of course it did...wait!
Was it like his life experiences?
Or did he mean living in general? Life or Death?
Draco's Point of View
Did you ever feel like the war was dictating your options on living?
Fuck, did I just say that? I didn't need her to think that I was suicidal. Well, I had been suicidal before, but now... Now was different.
Are you suicidal? Do you need help? I want to help you!
I could see the tear drops on the sheet that hadn't been there before. The tears came with her words. Damn it! I didn't need her crying for me. I'm just a selfish prick who doesn't deserve people to care for me. After all, I am just a Malfoy.
I'm fine, love! I was suicidal, but I'm not anymore. I'm perfectly fine now! I've been through rough times as I'm sure you have, too, but it's nothing to cry about, love.
I've had my run-ins with crying girls and I think I handled it well, but this girl hardly knew me. Why was she crying for me? I'm Draco fucking Malfoy. The ferret, the prat, the prick, the man whore, the womanizer. Every fucked up name in the world.
Are you sure your fine? I want to help in anyway possible! You deserve it.
I wrote back without hesitation, No, I'm not.
Yes, you are! I may not know you well, but you seem so sincere.
I sound sincere, but you don't know what I've done! I've killed people! I'm not...I'm not good.
I've killed, too! I've killed and I thought I wouldn't get over it, but I did because they were bad! They didn't deserve to live!
And how do you know that I do deserve to live! How do you know that I haven't killed innocent people! I'm not good, love! I'm not good.
Shit. Some of my own tears feel from my eyes onto the page before fading away. Great, here I go. Crying my eyes out...again. And the best part is now she knows that I've been crying.
Don't cry. I'm here for you...even if I'm not physically there with you.
You have know idea how nice that sounds. I wish you were actually here with me. I would actually know who you are and I would know what it's like to really talk to you.
Wow. I'm such a sap.
Did you know that you're really sweet?
If you say so. I chuckled before continuing, but I just think I'm a sap!
Well then, you're a sap, but you're still sweet.
Aw, thanks, love. Wait, I forgot to ask. Are you okay with me calling you love?
Her reply was almost immediate.
Yes.
Well there you have it! That one was over 1,000 words! Was it to your liking? I sure hope so! I think it was the best one yet! :)
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