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[DRACO MALFOY x OC] *** all those nights of long conversations, torn apart and gone to waste, because i can hear my heart breaking, but you never could hear anything. * * * IN WHICH, Amelia White of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry fal...

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by writing-nightmares

IN WHICH,
i save a person.

T/Ws: Suicidal mentions, mentions of bullying. [every other chapter has a t/w. yes, I know-]

Astronomy Tower,
it was deliciously quiet
at midnight —
but then again, the entire world
was quiet for me,
all the time.

But I could feel the peace,
hanging off the whiteness
of the marble,
bathed in the milky moonlight
and presented to those
who lie awake at 2 a.m.
and think thoughts.

Why I was up here —
at this ungodly hour, too —
I do not know.

But sure enough,
it saved a life.

A boy with
glowing moonlight hair
hung onto the very edge of
the railing,
thinking thoughts at
2 a.m.

The same thoughts
I think often,
but disappear when
I see him.

And here it is,
his own sorrow hanging off him
in suffocating blankets,
all while he saved me
from mine.

I touch his arm,
the gentlest of touches,
but he feels it,
and looks at me —
and the doom of calm silver
eyes is upon me once more.

"I'll save you,"
I say.
"Just as you once saved me."

His eyes beg me to
pull him away,
and I do,
even as he says,
"Please,
there's nothing you can
do anymore."

I reply,
"I grit my teeth and
saw something happen today;
I stiffened up as someone made
a quick movement towards
me;
I protected a girl
who never once spoke to me,
from a girl
who hits me everyday."
I tell him exactly what
he does.

He sighs, and he says,
"I'm not as saintly
as you think,
so leave while you
still can.
Leave like everyone else."

But here's the catch:
"I'm not like anyone else,
I'm like you."

His lips are pale
in the moonlight,
and I gently run a thumb
across his lips,
as I read them.

And I can feel him
lean into my touch,
so I don't move away.

His skin is pale,
pale enough for him to
hide the bandages on his
wrists,
without any charms.

Tonight,
I notice them,
and I say,
"You and me,
we're both damaged."

But he backs away,
And I read his lips once more,
"God damn you, Amelia."

Oh,
but he doesn't realise,
that god damned me the
moment I was born.

The fear in his silver eyes
turn them blue —
lost and melancholy.

And I see red —
a type of
alluring danger lingering.

And suddenly,
I know why
love is red.