[✓] 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲. draco malfoy

9| Memories of the Past

''𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙.''

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗚𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲,𝘄𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. I was faced towards the window with Draco facing towards me on the couch. I sat criss crossed and Draco sat the normal way people would sit on a couch. 

I still needed to reply back to Teddy's letter, but that could wait for a few moments. Seeing George again was amazing, I forgot how much I loved to be around him. And Fred. Even though he's not actually there, it felt like he was. Like he was planning right beside us, planning some prank on Filch and Mrs. Norris. 

Either that or silently mocking us without our knowing. 

''Here, let me check your scars.'' I offered the boy, scooting closer to him. 

He nodded and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing the bandages that needed changed. I unwrapped the bandages from his torso, taking in the look of the scars across his chest. 

''You know,'' I started, getting a better look at the scars. ''These are going to be permanent. They'll heal, but they'll never go away.'' I stood up, throwing away the used bandages. 

''I know.'' Draco spoke from the couch, throwing his shirt back on. ''It's not like I don't have any other Werewolf scars, you know? Just their less fatal then this one.'' 

I pulled a face, turning around to look at Draco. ''Sorry.'' 

''No harm done.'' He waved his hand. 

I rolled my eyes at him, before moving to push him up the stairs. ''Now, go take a shower. You stink.''

''Ouch,'' Draco faked hurt, a hand to his chest. ''That really hurt, love.'' 

''Go on.'' I beckoned him up the stairs. He had chuckled when he walked up, looking down at me with a fake offended look. 

Once I hadn't seen him come back downstairs, I moved into the kitchen. I thought they maybe now would be a good time to try and write that letter back to Teddy. Then I could quickly send it off and wait for the next one tomorrow. 

Searching through the drawers in the kitchen, it almost seemed impossible to find just a simple pencil and parchment. Almost like there was none in this house, whatsoever. I opened and slammed drawers closed, growing more angry each time I hadn't found anything. 

By the time I had slammed the last drawer closed, it almost fell out the counter. I had groaned, leaning my elbows against the counter with my head in my hands. I didn't want to search the whole house just for two simple items. Every day items, to be exact. 

I walked over to the other side of the kitchen and opened another drawer. I swear I had left some in this one. Yesterday, I specifically remember putting a spare pencil in this drawer. It was random, but much needed later on.

Searching through the drawer, I came across the pencil but no parchment. In return, I had found something to else. 

My camcorder. 

With furrowed brows, I looked at the object. Dust had collected against the surface of it, into the small corners that I couldn't reach with my fingers. How long had it been there? And why was it even in this drawer? It should be downstairs with the rest of my stuff, packed away in the boxes..

I set the pencil down on the counter, making sure I had remembered it for later. Brushing my fingers against the cool surface of the camcorder, I pulled it from the drawer. The shower on the floor above was still on, so, I sat in the couch and cleaned off the camcorder. It took a few minutes, seeing as I had tried getting the dust from the crevices.