She wakes up to the faint light of the morning.
He's still here,
despite their fight last night,
sitting against the headboard, reading a book.
Hogwarts A History.
She studies him a while.
The light makes him look fair,
transparent,
almost like he was a ghost.
At the moment he looks peaceful,
completely sucked into the other dimension offered by his book.
He's beautiful,
there's no denying.
But it is the cracks,
the darkness in him,
the way he is so tough yet so broken,
that she finds enthralling.
But it's the darkness that weighs him down too.
It's the darkness that makes him so condemning over himself,
that makes him feel so guilty.
She wishes she could take away even some of his guilt
but he's stubborn as hell it seems.
And there is no way for her to convince him.
not without her memories.
As long as she doesn't remember,
he'll never believe her.
She hates it!
But deep down she also understands.
"Can you read aloud?" her voice is quiet.
Just a whisper.
But he hears her,
glances her,
and starts to read.
She loves his voice.
It's quiet and clear.
A low murmur that soothes her.
The way he reads,
or tells her stories,
makes her feel privileged.
Like what he told was meant just for her.
He reads her about Hogwarts.
And even though she knows what he reads is true,
it sounds like a story.
"It feels like a fairytale," she tells him after a while, "like a dream I had a long time ago."
"You remember more?" he asks, hopeful...
But she shakes her head,"no..."
He puts the book down.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you," he mutters so quietly she barely hears.
"it's okay, "
"it's not..."
He isn't looking at her,
but staring ahead,
peacefulness gone.
"Why don't you let me be the judge of that?"
"You don't know," he starts once more.
But she is not having this conversation again! So she cuts him off "l know I don't know about the past, but for now it's okay!"
That silences him.
She studies his face.
Wanting to learn to know him better so that she could tell what he is thinking.
"Can you teach me to get my magic back?" she finally asks.
He turns to look down at her,
his silver eyes are dark and sorrowful.
"You'd need a wand."
"Can't I borrow yours?"
"It's not that simple. A wand chooses a wizard. Mine probably won't work well with you."
"Oh, " she pretends that she understands.
"I'm not saying you can't try it, but it would be better if...Dipsy!" she flinches because he has raised his voice to call for the elf.
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Erase and Rewrite (Dramione)
FanfictionDraco escapes from the Malfoy Manor with Hermione Granger's dead body in his arms. But she isn't as dead as he thought she was. Not all of her was gone, Only her memories. Why does she remember his eyes when all else seems to be covered in thick bla...
