"Why choose him?" He's a villain."
My stare prevailed blank at the lies of the world. "A hero will sacrifice you for the world while the villain would sacrifice the world for you. That's why."
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Draco:
"It isn't true, is it?" Her cheeks were pushed up, lips parted, waiting for the answer she deserved. I wish I could say no to you, Emerald. I wish I could.
Instead, silence did the job for me. It's crazy how sometimes quiet breaks other people's expectations. Out of instinct, we correlate silence with the answer we think we're about to get, the one we dread the most.
My mind was so blurry from the memory spell I had just been under; I couldn't help but go back to what had occurred earlier...
After I left Emerald in my dormitory, I tried going to the Astronomy Tower, and I did, but I couldn't stay there for long. At least not alone, so I made my father use the apparate spell to keep me company.
He arrived in milliseconds, as expected. He didn't know why I called him here, so his complexion was confused. "I'm ready to fulfill your demand. I can't bring myself to do it, however. I don't know how to."
He chuckled at my sentence. My voice quivered whenever I was around him, and I even stuttered from time to time. Only with him present, though. "I'm not surprised. You've always been a coward, just like your mother."
I gulp hard at his comment and decide to gaze at the ground until he spoke out again. "What are your choices?" He asked.
"I tried distancing myself from her once so the task could be more manageable. That did not work. The only thing I can turn to at this point is something... irreversible." I paused, but he waited for me to continue without interruptions.
"The Memory Charm." My voice was faint against the harsh wind that broke through the elevated tower.
A gentle breath was heard from my father, which seemed like another light laugh. "That's the way Slytherin's think." He laid his hand on my shoulder, his fingers rubbing my piece of clothing like a warm show of affection.
"Right. The Obliviate spell. Son," There goes his condescending chuckle once more, "Are you sure?"
I licked my lips, and it took me a second to answer. My body throbbed, and all I wanted was to run away from him, and Hogwarts, and my predicaments, and everyone else. And take Emerald with me. Words wouldn't come out of my mouth until I forced an uncomplicated "Yes,"
He took two steps back, letting me gain some space. I deliver a shaky breath as I slowly take out my wand. My fingers grasped it tightly, and my eyes shut close. And I think about her.
Flickers of white auras began flashing across my memory, countless reminiscences inhibiting my brain, like tides smashing against a reckless ocean.
From the moment I first met her,
"She's-" Goyle began, but I instantly finished his sentence.
"The heir of Ravenclaw." The words rolled out of my tongue flawlessly.
To the moment, our hands first touched,
"Are you done with that yet? I need to use the-" My cold hand slightly bypassed hers, making me flinch back due to her radiating warmth. "Sorry," I whispered shortly. That's a word I'll never use again.
For the rest of the class, not one of us said a word. The touch we felt was louder than any word left unspoken.
To the day we first became rivals,
"Underestimate me. That should be fun." I swallowed hard. The inside of my stomach churned with a burning tickling sensation. My gaze did not flee hers, for as competition was the only element, we both quarreled for.
For the first time, someone ever got a laugh out of me, and it was her who did so,
"Oh, I just assumed Draco Malfoy never feels sorry for anyone," She jokingly settled her hand on my chest, leaning towards my chest, and, for once, I appeared comfortable.
To when our games first began,
"I hate you." She snapped back into actuality, opening her eyes and attempting to take a step back.
"Then why are you still letting me caress you?" I positioned my other hand on the other side of her face, balancing the equalized proportions of affection throughout her body.
To our first dance at the Yule Ball,
"Your answer was going to be a yes anyway. Dance with me." I pressured, and Emerald, without any sort of uncertainty, gave in. The passive symphony swiveled like a thread around us. The violins arrived, then the piano, and then the sluggish and apparent vibration of a drum. We met at the hands.
To our first night at the Astronomy Tower,
"It's pointless to count the stars." She laughed.
"It's also pointless to count freckles, but I know you have 24 on the edge of your left hand."
Our first damn kiss,
And in the moment of the kiss, we were our most authentic, susceptible, toxic selves.
The moment we salvaged whatever it is we have,
The area between us exploded, and as we taste each other, we realized how starved we were. "Don't leave me now; I can't bear it. We can go back to hating each other if it makes things with our parents easier, just don't you dare leave me, Malfoy."
To our clay rings,
I remembered, looking down on my finger. I've never taken it off. "Obliviate!" I shriek, wanting to get rid of all of it already. A green flash bounces through each rigid wall, leaving me stone cold. My hands are gripping the wand in front of my face, and my eyes are scanning down the Tower's balcony.
"Well done, Draco." A tiny grin formed at the corners of my father's mouth. He walked a bit closer to me, leaning in to hug me, something he hasn't done in a few years. I repeatedly blink, a grin tugging at my lips. I hug him back, but he shortly pulled away.
But before I could feel free anymore, before I could breathe and say, Emerald is safe now, I recall her name and realize the spell wasn't strong enough to work on me.
But I didn't tell my father that.
"Tell me it isn't true." I shut my eyes, realizing all this time Emerald had been standing in front of me, begging for an answer.
"I'm sorry, darling. It's true." I said the five words I was postponing to admit.
