"She was poetry in a world that was still
learning the alphabet "
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23rd of May. 39 days
"No surely something is happening Draco. There is no way he believes me."
"No matter what happens, he hasn't told them clearly. Your safe"
"No. That's the thing. He hasn't told them. Why the hell hasn't he told them? Surely he must be doing something."
"I don't know."
"And we can't ask him. Just in case for some deranged reason he believes us, he will know if we question him."
"He leaves tomorrow at around noon. We just have to make sure nothing happens till then."
"Surely it can't be safe. He's only a few doors down from your room, he could come in here at any moment"
"Just- look I don't know what to tell you. But all we can do is wait."
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24th of May. 38 days.
"He's gone now. He hasn't said anything - we would know"
"But Draco, it still doesn't explain anything. He should have told them that I'm lying. I refuse to believe that he believes me."
"I know. Me neither. But he's gone now."
"But he will be back next week."
"And he will probably act like he did then. Helena, he would have told. Why would he tell them next week and not this week? Look, I know how scary this is. But if he was going to say something he would of done. I have no idea what going on. But there is no way to find out"
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30th of May. 32 days.
They drop in from time to time - but it's all the same. Wether it's Bellatrix, Snape, Greyback. They have all been told the same. It still terrified me that there could be something more sinister going on with Snape - that he had some sort of plan for me. But I couldn't fathom why he hadn't executed it yet.
If I spoke to anyone other then Draco, it was brief. A mere "hello. Is there anything I can do to assist the dark lord? No, ok. Please tell me if there is I'm eager to help" always with Draco assisting me.
We spent the majority of our days in his room. The balcony there we often sat on, speaking the days away, trying to block it from our minds what was happening in the very house we were staying in. There was no sign of you know who wanting to stay in the manor to the relief of both of us. We were not left alone in the house again, Narcissa staying behind while Lucius was made to go on missions. Wormtail also.
It was rare I left Draco's room other than for eating. He was more than once called by his father, him asking him persistently if he had any idea where Harry was based on what he had heard from his time in school. He truthfully said he had no idea, though it didn't stop Lucius persistently questioning him expecting a varying answer.
The 1st of July drew closer, the chance that it would risk putting Draco in danger even if he said that I betrayed him like we had planned making me feel guilty for getting myself out and not him. I knew there was every chance they wouldn't believe him. I had tried to convince Draco to let me stay with him more than once but he wouldn't even entertain the idea. He stressed that he wouldn't put me in danger even if it put himself in danger. Besides, I needed to get the others out of hogwarts.
Though I still hadn't received a letter back to them and when I said the incantation for the cabinet, the only thing that came through was the letter that I sent them, unopened and not yet removed.
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12th June. 19 days
"Since when do you read poetry?" I laughed as I pulled out the book from his shelf, him trying to reach around me to grab the book as I pulled it out of his reach.
"Come on, give it here!" He said laughing, seemingly embarrassed at the fact I knew he read the book of poetry.
"Why are you so embarrassed?" I said with a laugh handing the book to him.
"I'm not" he said, placing it on the top shelf of his case.
"Well why don't you want me to see it?" I said, folding my arms grinning at him. He looked at me, his mouth open as if he was going to speak but he didn't for a few moments.
"Maybe a little embarrassed then" he laughed.
"Why? I love poetry" I said standing on my tiptoes to grasp the book, this time he didn't stop me.
"It's just a bit-" he paused. "I don't know" he said with a smile.
"Aw, does Draco Malfoy not want people knowing he reads poetry because it isn't tough?" I laughed, him laughing back at me as I began to flick through the pages. It was a collection of random poems that had been deemed "some of the best poems of the millennia" according to the book cover.
"Piss off" he said smiling at the ground.
"We'll come on, which is your favourite?" I said to him, holding the book forward slightly.
"I don't know" he replied. "Never really picked one out. How about you, do you have a favourite?"
"Well" I replied closing the book. "There was one my mother told me. It's her favourite, she always taught me it growing up. I know it off by heart. So I guess that's my favourite"
"Go on then. What is it?" He said sitting down on his bed, me walking over to sit next to him.
"Be careful, for you are not in wonderland. I have heard the strange madness long growing in your soul, but you're fortunate in your ignorance, in your isolation. You who have suffered, find where love hides. Give, share, lose, lest we die unbloomed"
Draco looked at me as I recited the poem, staring into my eyes after I had finished it.
"That's beautiful" he said making me smile.
"Mother always told me it as a sort of bedtime story when I was younger. She loves it, and now I do too" I said with a smile. Draco continued to look at me, me staring right back. We stayed silent for a few moments, each of us silently adoring the other before he reached out to take the book from my hand.
"Actually, now that I think about it, there is one"
He flicked through the book searching for the one he wanted to show me. Before long, he found it and fully opened the pages placing the book into my hands. I read through the page that he had shown me.
I was never anyone else's
Not for a moment,
Not for a breath.
Before you,
I was yours, but waiting;
All my life I've been waiting.
I know nothing but peace,
Understanding this.
-Tyler Knott Gregson
"Well?" He said with a smile after he saw that I had finished the page. I turned to face him, looking him in the eyes once again.
"I think I have a new favourite."
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20th of June. 11 days.
"What are you going to do when I go through the cabinet?"
"I don't know. I guess I will just have to wait."
"For what?"
"For Potter to be found. Wether for better or worse. Because then at least I might be able to leave with you. Just promise me you will be safe. You and the others. Where will you go?"
"Back to our parents"
"Where do you live? I will write to you. Don't write back."
"Here let me write it down. There. Please write as often as you can. I'm sorry I can't respond."
"What are you going to tell them? Your parents?"
"The truth. They must know by now that you know who has taken over the school"
"Just make sure they don't do anything. I know you want to help and they will too but they won't be able to. All they will do is get themselves killed."
"We won't. Not until everyone can fight against you know who."
"I'll be honest, I have no idea what's going to happen. And I have no idea when I will see you again. But I promise I will."
"Me too. And swear to me you will stay safe."
"I swear."
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