Sorry it took so long xD I was busy with stuff and I ran into some major writer's block... but here it is
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"We'll leave you two alone together for a while, meet us back at the restaurant by 7." Narcissa Malfoy winked at us, walking away to join her husband; not noticing that I was blushing fiercely, I turned back to Draco. For some reason... I couldn't't look into his eyes.
"Hey..." I mumbled, not knowing what to say. I stared at my feet; he looks so handsome in his Hogwarts uniform. The black cloak accenting his frame perfectly, the green and silver Slytherin crest accenting his silver eyes. He looked so different from the last time I saw him, how much had I changed?
"Hey, looks like you grew...you're almost as tall as I am..." he smiled, also at loss for words. Why is this so awkward suddenly? Sure, we haven't seen each other for four months, but we've been best friends since we were three..."Well...let's walk, the train's going back to Hogwarts soon; no point in staying here."
I smiled as he took my hand, just like old times...but everything had changed, no matter what, he seem more distant, I probably was too; we weren't as connected as we used to be. Stopping at a cafe, we went in and sat in one of the many big, fluffy sofas. It was a small, candle-lit cafe with soft, comfy sofas of every color; we had been there a couple times, and the atmosphere was the mostly the same every time. Normally, it would have been warm, cozy, and filled with delicious scents, but this time, maybe it was just how I was feeling, but it seemed rather awkward, claustrophobic and well, unfamiliar.
We sat down on a big, pink sofa that bounced when we moved. When the waitress came over and handed us menus, we skimmed through it and opened our mouths at the same time.
"Can I have a hot chocolate?"
"I'd like a hot chocolate please."
We looked at each other and laughed, not the same kind of laugh we would have shared before, just a normal, friendly-ish laugh. "Can we have two hot chocolates? With extra whipped cream, please." Draco said, turning back to the patiently waiting waitress.
She smiled, "I'll be right back with them." Walking off to the other side of the cafe, she went through a door that was almost invisible in the dim light and a minutes later, emerged carrying two steaming mugs with whipped cream floating precariously over the top. "Here you go, kids. And there actually is a bit of hot chocolate at the bottom, it just looks like it's all cream." With that, she winked at us and walked off to help an elderly couple who had just walked in.
I picked up my mug and sipped it slowly, the hot chocolate burning my tongue. We sat in silence for a while; and when I couldn't bear it anymore, he started talking.
"So, how was Beauxbatons?" his silver eyes reflecting the dim light. He was trying to find a way for us to talk too.
"I can't stand it there, and it really doesn't help that I still barely understand French." I searched his eyes, for something, anything that could connect us again, so we could be just like we used to be...
"Oh, yea… that must suck… but you'll adjust. You were always good in school; you'll learn French fast enough… especially in a place that only speaks it." He stared into his half empty mug, eyes lost in thought, rid of any emotion that I could see.
I glanced up at the clock, 6:45. Draco looked in the same direction moments later. "Well, I guess we'd better go... and I think I should change back into Muggle clothes..." he smiled sheepishly, just remembering that he was still wearing his Slytherin cloak.
"Yea, you should... I'll meet you outside the restaurant; I bet your parents are there already..."
"Sure, I'll be there soon." And he walked away, blond hair shimmering in the light... just like an angel, he's always looked like that... but why does it seem so different? It's like this is the first time I've ever seen him...
We've been back for a week... we haven't talked since we got back from the station... I've had enough. I took a deep breath. "Hurry back, ma petit rose." I whispered to my owl, I'd started talking to her in French, at first it was so I could at least practice a bit... but now it was just because her name sounded so much better. I watched her fly off over the hill silently. Hurry back, but make sure you have his reply...
"Well, I'm here." His silver eyes shone; there was barely any light anymore, just the setting sun casting a faint pink glow over everything, but they still shone like twin stars in the night. He didn't seem happy to see me... why? I thought the holidays were for us to catch up... grow even farther apart...
"I just wanted us to talk... we haven't seen each other since we came back from the station..." I could hear my voice starting to crack, again, no, don't cry... not now... "Why won't you talk to me? I thought we were going to catch up over the break that we were going to be the same... forever. What happened, Draco, what happened?" I whispered the last sentence, unable to trust my voice; and turned away, so he couldn't see the tears forming in my eyes.
"How can everything be the same?" he replied, not looking at me, "we go to different schools now, we're miles apart most of the year... how can it be the same?" he looked away, not meeting my eyes, now that I was looking at him. "We can't be together anymore... we have to grow up. I'm going to find some Slytherin girl I get to see everyday and fall in love with her... you'll find some hot French guy who makes your insides flutter, I'll forget about you sooner or later... you will to," he looked straight at me, those silver eyes filled with emotions, emotions I couldn't read. Was it regret? Sorrow? Guilt? Love? "I know you will" he said softly, as he walked away, towards the dark shadow that was his house.
I cried, and cried, and cried. And finally, with cheeks tear-stained, eyes read and puffy; exhaustion overcame me and I fell asleep. Alone, on what used to be our special rock, under the stars.
a/n: well, now you click the little button on the left that says review and you either write something pretty or you leave some very nice constructed criticism