"I was a fool to think I could ever stay away from you as a kid. Just a taste of temptation and you'll have its sweetness on your lips forever."
Draco Malfoy and Estelle Vaile were allowed to care about each other once. How long can you ignore the...
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❝Not bad,
not good.
Just memories❞
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Chapter 35
It's...Complicated
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Friday, July 2nd:
"Ginny used to break in here every day, you know." Ron pointed at the rusty lock hanging off the handle.
"I wasn't going to listen to you lot telling me I couldn't play Quidditch," Ginny huffed and then smirked at me and added in a hushed whisper, "I'd wager I'm better than Ron, too."
"Are not!" Ron yelled, turning a little red.
"Prove it then!" Ginny rose to the challenge, yanking one of the beat-up brooms from the shed. She hit Ron's face with the end of her broom on her way out. Ron was quick behind her with his own beat-up broom. Fred rolled his eyes and slowly jogged behind them ready to force peace if needed.
"So barbaric, those children," Fred pretended to act aghast as he passed me. George was the only one left at the broom shed with me and smiled. I would have fainted if this happened first year.
George winked as he passed me a particularly battered Cleansweep Four, "Let me know if you can't handle that Cleansweep. Top of the line, that is. I know you're probably used to older brooms but we Weasleys only use the best of the best."
I laughed at his joke and took the broom, waiting for him to grab his Cleansweep Five that Malfoy made fun of last year. We made our way up the hill toward the forest where the small paddock was. The trees blocked the view from the local village so the muggles wouldn't see anything. George and I were marching up the hill, where Fred and Ginny waited halfway up. Ron was at the top of the hill- red-faced and ready to show he was better than his little sister.
I held the beat-up broom in my hand, testing the weight. A million memories rushed back to me of other summer children eager to zoom through the air, and drink in the golden sunshine amongst the bright blue sky and cotton clouds. Memories that felt so parallel to this moment, yet too different to ever intersect. These visions came to my head foggy and dreamlike as if they were phantom memories from another life.
