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I turned my body to face Draco, as he walked closer. "Draco, I've been wanting to apologize as well, just thought you'd never listen!" I exclaimed. "I'm the awful wife."
"No, I should've known...we were both heavily under the influence..." his words caused a flood with memories from that night. "...you probably didn't do what you were doing.."
His voice was crouched, and tranquil. "When you told me, that, the night was a just mistake to you, it felt like a bond had been broken." He continued explaining. "It was probably me that went wrong somewhere.."
No, it was me that was at fault.
I found the brawn and courage in me.
I built strength in me to confess my love to Draco. Various thoughts raced around my mind as I thought of possible ways to just spit the words out. I didn't want to make it way too corny nor did I want to make the confession completely emotionless.
"Draco, I want to tell you something," I remarked. That's it. I'm going to do it, I'm going to tell him I love him.
He waited, he really waited. His face lit up with joy and hope.
I love you Draco. That's all you have to say Emerlyn, that's all.
However, when it was time for the words to reach my tongue. They couldn't. I couldn't. It was as though a harsh apple was stuck in my throat.
"I just remembered something to do.." I replied the hope on his face dimmed down, with an extraordinary amount of disappointment exposing him.
I felt so foolish. I genuinely wanted someone to smack me, and force the words in my heart out of my mouth, and then I'd thank them, worship them for letting me confess my love.
Serena would've been perfect for the role.
I missed Serena.
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With a heavy, disheartened heart. I walked through the dark, undecorated, lifeless parts of the manor.
Finally enough, I let silent tears befall me. I considered people who could cry their heart out and scream silently without making a noise extremely tough. It was a task to keep myself from sniffing or making any noises.
My hands met my knees, as I slowly buried my head in between; isolating myself from the world and sharing this moment only with myself. Why was love so hard?
Why did love never work out for me? Such thoughts circled around in my mind, not daring to find an answer.
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DECEMBER 31st.
The last day of 2004, and the most awaited night of all. New Year's Eve. Even though Draco's room was the most isolated of all, and the furthest away from the kitchen, I could smell the delicious scent of all the crispy, delicious food being created downstairs.
I was proud to say Draco and I had resolved our issues, and the war between us had ended, yet nothing felt the same. Our marriage had taken another phase.
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Fanfiction"If you see a woman with an injured arm, a red cloak, and most dangerously a dagger" asserted Draco viciously. Sternly, gazing at the reporter who dared to question him. "I advise that you.." he swallowed the rough lump in his throat and finally par...
