Draco Malfoy sat in his room alone on the day of the ball.
He sat in silent contemplation as his mind recalled a myriad of memories, flashes of her eyes haunted him. The once bright and wonderous eyes of Sophia Rosier had faded to an abysmal pool of hurt right before him.
Draco hated himself most days without a prompt but knowing he was the sole reason she didn't smile in the same room as him anymore only killed him more.
Kissing Pansy had been a mistake.
In his attempt to clear his head of the relentless interruptions of the kiss they shared after the Yule Ball, he had kissed Pansy.
It was supposed to make him forget her, but it only made things worse. He had jumped from the frying pan straight into a burning pit of fire.
How was he going to earn her forgiveness? Why did he want her forgiveness in the first place? Why couldn't he forget her?
His left hand combed through his hair.
Sophia Rosier was going to be the death of him.
~*~
In her own room, Sophia paced back and forth vehemently.
She was supposed to dance with tonight. She was supposed to seem happy with him. Or else their parents would arrange a marriage themselves. Either way, she was doomed.
How was she supposed to seem happy with someone who only reminded her of fury and heartbreak?
I hope he'll choke on his champagne.
Praying for him to befall a severe injury, Sophia walked out to her balcony looking out at the backyard. The backyard of the Rosier Manor was big enough to be considered a national park. She gazed at the rose arches and blossom trees, noting Salem prancing in the grass in an attempt to catch a white butterfly.
A soft laugh escaped her mouth as she admired her cat.
Above her, a dark eagle owl screeched as it swooped down and landed on the golden railing. In his beak, he held a single letter.
Sophia gently pulled it out and opened it, taking in the neat curve of the handwriting. Draco.
Dear Sophia,
I know you're still mad but you need to put your hatred for me aside for tonight.
Your father visited mine this morning.
I only heard a small portion of their conversation but they were talking about us, darling.
They seem pleased with 'how close' we have become lately, or at least how close they think we have become. They made it very clear that if we do not make the decision ourselves, they will make it for us.
Sophia nearly gagged as she read the words but braved through it.
They want us married, Rosier. And they don't seem very negotiable.
What are we going to do? How long can we keep up this facade? What happens when we graduate and have nothing stopping them from having us wed? What happens then?
I'll be awaiting your response.
Draco Malfoy.
Sophia rushed back inside and sat at her white-wood desk. She took out an elaborate quill and began writing her response.
Malfoy,
I don't know.
Mine continue to pester me too.
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