This Means War | Draco Malfoy [5]

Chapter 12 ~ Ron's Return

Harry and I immediately pitched our tent once we left Godric's Hollow, our adrenaline running high. Hermione placed the enchantments around where we were at and then we headed inside where it was warm and went to sleep, hoping our nerves would calm down.

The next morning, the three of us went exploring on our own, looking around in the forest. It was beautiful, especially with all the snow covering the ground, the trees, and the river. I went to a quiet spot with a piece of parchment and a quill with some ink that I took from the tent. I pressed the parchment against a book that came from my rucksack and began to write.

Dear Draco,

It's already Christmas and it feels like forever since the last time I've seen or heard from you. I'm about to go crazy because it's been so long. I go to bed every night, wishing that you were beside me. I constantly think about you and hope that you're safe. I miss you.

I'm fine, by the way. It's just me, Harry, and Hermione now. Ron left a long time ago and none of us had heard from him since. He said some awful things before he left, but his words don't matter anymore. He's gone and I don't know if he'll come back.

I finally read The Great Gatsby. It made me cry. The book was so beautiful. I can see why it's your favorite. I thought about us while I was reading the book. Tom, in his weird ways, was able to protect Daisy while Gatsby was able to give her passion. I think you and I both know that a woman needs both security and passion and you give me both.

I want you to let me know that I can always count on you and that I'll always be safe whenever I'm with you. I want you to give me passion and never let go of me, because I don't want to let go of you.

I'm ready for this war to be over with so we can be together. I miss you so much. Please stay safe.

Love,

Max

I sighed and looked at the letter. I knew that I was never going to send it to him since my letter would probably be intercepted by the Ministry. I began to fold it up when a fox ran by me and took the letter by its mouth.

"Hey! That's my letter! Come back here!" I yelled at the fox as the animal ran away from me. I stood up and watched as the fox disappeared into the trees.

I groaned and grabbed the quill, the ink, and my book and walked back to the tent. Hermione and Harry were sitting outside when I got there. I quickly placed everything back inside the tent and walked back out and sat with Harry and Hermione by a tree.

"Are you feeling better?" Hermione asked me when I sat down beside her.

I nodded my head. "Yeah, I guess. What is this place?"

"Yeah, you've outdone yourself this time, Hermione," Harry added.

Hermione smiled a little. "It's the Forest of Dean," she answered. "I came here once with Mum and Dad. It was years ago. It's just how I remember it. The trees, the river, everything. Like nothing's changed. That's not true, of course. Everything's changed.

"If I brought my parents back here now, they probably wouldn't recognize any of it. Not the trees, not the river, not even me." She paused for a moment before she continued talking. "Maybe we should just stay here, you guys. We can just stay here and grow old together."

I chuckled a little at her joke.

She looked back at the book she was reading, then looked back up at me. "You wanted to know who the man in the photograph was. I know who he is. His name is Gellert Grindelwald." She handed me the book and I looked at all the pages that were about him.