Wand Hopping ; D.M.

𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑎𝑠 𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝐼𝑐𝑒

Elsie Granger

I realize that Draco is bad for me compared to George, but I can't help the feeling I feel toward him. He uses me and then runs back to Holly whenever I get too boring, and I allow it.

My body is at war because my entire heart wants Draco to change and has hope that one day he'll be better. My brain believes he will always be the piece of shit that he is now, and if we do get into a relationship, it'll be the worst decision of my life.

Norah told me that I shouldn't waste my time on him unless he's already changed for good.

I'm practically at war with myself right now.

It's December 24th, Christmas Eve, and I'm doing my best to not fall apart. Being with the Weasley's definitely helps, but it's still really hard.

Lorenzo and Norah have both sent me a letter as well as a Christmas card. Lorenzo's was a family portrait of him and the Malfoy's captioned "Happy Holidays"

Seeing Draco made my heart ache. Though he's a fucking asshole, I can't help myself.

Enzo didn't have much to say in his letter, and instead spent most of it asking me questions and making sure I'm okay. Norah told me all about how her break was going and all the fun things she's done with Neville in the few days.

She brought her plant home that Neville gifted her to continue caring for it. She described it as, "Likes its new home on my desk in front of the window"

I don't know how, but Theo managed to get my address and sent me a letter. George delivered the mail to me with an odd expression on my face which scared me. A letter from Theo was definitely not something I was looking forward to reading.

Dear Elsie Granger,

Though I found out you were a mudblood and we haven't spoken since that night, I cannot stop thinking of you. I sincerely apologize for my actions and wish to recover our broken bridge. Please write back to me as there is so much I'd like to say to you.

I miss you.

The bottom of the letter had a scribble that upon closer inspection said, "I love you," which he replaced with "I miss you."

I really don't care if he likes me, loves me, or even misses me.

"Fred!" I shouted, "Can you come here?"

His feet patterned on the steps as he came rushing to his bedroom where I sat on his bunk.

"What do you need?"

"I need advice and for you to be completely and utterly honest with me," I muttered.

He nodded.

"Read this," I passed the letter to him, fiddling with my fingers and looking at the ground as he read.

He took his eyes from the page and closed the door, locking it behind him, before sitting beside me.

"If he refuses to see you as anything but a You know what, then he isn't worth spending your time with."

"Draco hosted a party at the beginning of the school year and Theo and I were both drunk and he tried to force me to You know," I paused, "And now he's sorry and expects me to forgive him."

"Though it's no excuse, if he was drunk, his brain might now have been where it needed to be," Fred spoke kindly, "But please don't forgive him as it's not worth it, if he hurt you, he has to deal with the consequences of his own actions."

"Knock knock!" George exclaimed from the other side of the door.

"George is better at advice than I am, can I let him in?" he whispered.