Happyily ever after?

Chapter 16

[Harry lays in his bed awake.]

Potter: My eyes are pinned on the "Draco Malfoy"-tag. He hasn't left the safety of his places - not even to go to the bathroom.

It's 03:01 o'clock.

I've been staring at the Map for too long - my eyes hurt. My rooms floor is covered with paper notes - drafts of love letters. Although they weren't about love - not litteraly. I slide down the edge onto the floor. My fingers find a pencil and a blank note.

"I saw you. I still do, if you let me."

next.

"I'm sorry."

next.

" I l--"

I stop.

I've written so many already. Yet it does not feel enough. It never will probaly.

My tired eyes find his tag again.

But it won't stop me from trying.

Malfoy: I stare at the wall - the early sunlight scares away the darkness.

I haven't slept.

I snuggle deeper into my pillow.

knock.

I suppress this new feeling in my chest that always pops up when it knocks.

Is it him?

I don't care.

It was him. He brought breakfast. I sit on my floor eating.

"I'm sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. -HP"

Then I go back to bed. Fleeing into my numb trance.

Potter: He isn't at school.

"Draco is sick." I say before the teacher can even ask. Hermione looks at me questioning.

The food wasn't at this door anymore. He's eating - hopefully.

My thoughts are spiraling.

In the lunch break I bring another package.

"I care for you. -HP"

Again in the evening.

"Buon appetito. -HP"

And on the next day.

And the next.

the next.

next. next. next.

He's still not in school and hasn't left his room either.

It's 7 days after our incident.

I snuffle laughing sarcasticly.

Practically your "anniversary."

Fittingly, I'll give him a special package.

a anniversay gift

My body fills with a aggravating feeling.

Too soon for jokes - especially when he's suffering.

I put the suprise down infront of his door and hesitant to move away.

He's not ready to see me.

Malfoy: The familare sounds of footsteps follow known moves. arm movement. upper body movement. leg movement. hand movement. arm movement again. STOP.

Something's different today - the package is bigger and it moves.

Gentle I pick it up.

It 's warm & heavy.

I peak inside and see a BABYFERRET.

yes, a white small ferret.

like the one I was turned in.

I smirke.

That asshole bought me a ferret.

I plop down on the floor and free the cutie.

Mmmmh, I'll call you....Flaky.

Flaky scans the surroundings and then snuggles into my leg.

I put down the food that was also included in today's package. Flaky pounces on it. I start eating too.

It's been a week.

I crawl back into my bed. Flaky follows me curling up on my chest. The body's warmth gives me an missed amount of comfort.

I'm not alone anymore.

Finally I fall into a light, restless sleep.

The hours have been flying by ever since that day. Yet every minute feels torturing slow.

I wake up. unrecovered. After a long second I realize Flaky's not here. My gaze scans the room panicky. When I finally find my baby in the window frame, I exhale relieved and rub my face.

kock.

food. him...

I pick up Flaky. leg movement. hand movement. arm movement again. leg movemnet. eating.

"I miss you. -HP"

Potter: Was today's note too much?

"Potter, please share your thoughts with the class. How do you brew this potion?" Ms Opliga points at the blackboard.

"I...ähm. I don't know." Embarresed I look to the floor.

"I thought so. Pay attention, Potter." I nod.