We couldn't be together in this life, but maybe we can be together in another life; just you and me. Maybe in another life, we will meet again. Maybe in another life we will finally understand.
Our story didn't end well but it is the best one I kno...
Surprised. Surprised of how much Narcissa's letter and her choices of words seemed like how Malfoy would ever write to me. She aced at it, I will not lie.
"What the fuck, mother, why would you do that?" quarreled Draco.
"Language Draco. Where are your manners?" Narcissa sternly spoke.
Narcissa stepped forward- reaching out for me. "I'm sorry dear. I just want you and Draco to sought our rivarly out and be friends as of now."
I nodded. "I understand."
"Mother-"
"Draco. Take her to your room and behave nicely-" Narcissa was cut off.
"But mum-"
"For me, son?" she asked with puppy eyes.
Smart. Really smart.
"Alright mother." He turned to me and said, "follow me."
I had gone to his room when I was a kid but I am pretty sure many changes must have occured since then. I knew Draco was an organised person because at Hogwarts, he used to get furious at the first or second years, if the common room was dirty. Also, the only quality I liked in him.
"Your room's gotten prettier than the last time I saw it," I commented as we entered his room.
His room was quite different from the entire manor. His room was very light as compared to the manor. The Malfoy manor looked a lot like Lockwood manor.
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His room was blue-themed and very organised, as expected. "Yeah, thanks."
Thanks? Did I hear him correct? Must be a coincidence.
"Did you renovate your room? The last time I saw your room was when I was seven or eight. It's changed, isn't it?" I asked him.
"I was tired of black. So, I renovated my room." He looked at me and he gave me a confused look and chuckled. "Come sit, will you? I seriously don't have time for your bullshit."
He really obeys his mother, doesn't he?
He indicated me to sit next to him on his couch. "Are you being nice to me because Narcissa asked you to be?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Why am I not surprised?" I whispered.
"Well then, stop expecting good things from me. I love and respect my mother, so I did it for her."
At least he respects his mother.
"Can I ask you a question?" I hesitantly asked. It was a very dumb question to ask, however I still did.
"Ask."
"Do you still hate me?" I asked in a breath. You're done, Alexandra. You're fucking done.
