All Our Broken Pieces

Chapter 20

In the early hours of the morning, something woke me, I found myself alone in the bed although I recall falling asleep with Mattheo next to me.

I slowly got out of bed and walked to the stack of books in the corner of the room, picking up the one on the top.

It was an overly large book, but I started it anyway, hoping it would send me back to sleep.

It didn't do its job.

I finished the book around ten, even though it didn't take me too long, I often found myself re-reading paragraphs for no reason.

Apart from a recurring wonder that came back to me after every few lines.

What actually happened to me?

I know I probably shouldn't have been wondering but it was freaking me out that I literally couldn't remember anything.

You don't forget things for no reason?... do you?

I pondered for a while, listing the people I could ask, I came to a conclusion that Draco would be my best bet.

He's a god awful liar and to be honest, I don't think he'd lie to me anyway.

Carefully, I made my way down the hall, attempting to find Draco's whereabouts.

And failing... miserably.

Although I did find Blaise, often I forget who his parents are.

"Blaise, have you seen Malfoy around?"

"I think he went for a walk around the grounds after breakfast Nora, but I'm not sure sorry!"

"No worries, and thank you." I waved goodbye and left the house.

Even though I was set to do something, I tried to take some time to admire how beautiful Draco's house was.

Every now and again I would stop mid pathway and take in the scenery,

"Gorgeous isn't it?"

I looked to where the voice was coming from, there he was, sat in the tree reading his book.

"For someone who has such an amazing house, you really hate coming home don't you?"

I grabbed onto the lowest branch, about to attempt getting up to him.

"Don't even start my god." He stood and jumped down beside me.

"Sorry." I said looking at the floor.

He was in a good mood today, I wondered if I should burden him with such a horrible question.

"What is it?" he looked at me, the most serious I'd seen him in a long time.

"I hate to ask but..." I cleared my throat and took a deep breath steadying myself, "what actually happened the other night Draco?"

He sighed, "I can show you if you want?"

What.

He guided me back to the Manor, and into the basement.

It was a low lit room, large, a bit damp. In one corner sat something that somewhat resembled a sink.

We walked over to it and he pulled out a memory, The memory, placing it in the bowl.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah." he lightly grabbed the back of my head and guided it to the water.

"Deep breath." was the last thing he said before forcing my face into to water.