𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 - 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

14-There is a Glorious Sunrise

"What? Why? That's bullshit! Why do we have to spend our Christmas in his dirt hole of a home?"

"Pansy- Trust me, I am just as angry and enraged as you are" He spat, with no means to comfort her

"Did Snape tell you this?" Clearly annoyed, she huffed crossing her arms

"Surprisingly, no. It was my mother, she sent a letter a couple of hours ago" He answered, a black and white expression on his face

"Right- And are we to visit his 'Gates of heaven'?" She said sarcastically, although her sarcasm had no intent on humoring the state of news, it was more out of irritation

"Mum said we have to be at the station- Outside platforms 9 3/4 on December 6th, at 3 AM sharp"

"That's in 3 days!" She said in a susurration of yells

"I realize that"

The next few moments were that reacquiring silence, that deafening hush that would come from time ahead to reassure nothing but the worst.

She had said her 'goodnight' to him, although the tone of frustration was still there. Draco had a plan. He would say goodbye to Cordelia, promising himself she was ok, and then he would leave the train station for Riddles Residence.

Riddles Residence

The name 'Riddles Residence' did not sit well at all. The voice in his head kept repeating 'Riddles Residence,' 'Riddles Residence,' 'Riddles Residence,' time after time. It was a sour, savory melody that he would eventually be numb to

Pansy was gone, but he still felt a presence in the room. A familiar and intimate look crept upon him when he snapped his head. He saw what he had wanted to see most

Draco stepped to the left side of the room right in front of the glass view, looking at her. She must have not noticed him, she looked zoned out, quite literally trapped in her mind, as he was the only minutes before

He studied her face again, remembering the look of fear on her eyes the last time they had met- and almost every time they have seen each other

She was content and calm. Her chest rose slowly, up and down. Her lips were parted and her brows furrowed in concentration. Her hair was flowing in all directions due to the surface tension. She looked like an enthralling portrait. So perfect, so in place- Almost a phantasmagoria

When her eyes finally followed his, he could have sworn a small spark had passed between the both of them. Her mouth was agape in shock to see him in front of her. While the feeling of shock for him had passed him long gone.

He saw her lean her hand on the glass that was separating them both from deep contact. She slowly leaned her hand on the clear wall, grazing her fingertips alongside, finally placing her palm on the freezing glass.

Subconsciously, his hand magnetically attached to hers. And although there was a thick wall between them, it felt just as real as skin on skin

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I hadn't realized how long I had spent staring at him. It could have been half a minute, could've been ten. My perception of time had slipped away from my fingers while I had inwardly grasped onto his. His eyes had already been deeply engraved in the skull that protected my brain- But seeing them up close was just a perplexing experience. And I couldn't help but notice how he looked much older like he had aged a couple of years. They had been droopy and not filled with the same content as they were before. The skin under his eyes sulked and deeply moped. The lines on his forehead and between his brows were lined carefully and precisely. The more time I spent carefully analyzing him, the more he aged