all summer I repeated the same routine, it was the only way I could sleep peacefully. I would climb onto the roof, and talk to the stars, specifically the consolation Draco. Ironically. I shifted my arm behind my head and sighed. It would be a lie to say I didn't miss talking with him, but what can you do, he is a jerk.
"Lindsey" I heard someone call. It was timothy. His window was opened and he was whining for me, he probably had a nightmare.
I slid to the lower roof, and to his window. "I'm here timmothy" I whispered. "What's wrong buddy."
"Can I sleep with you? I'm scared" he whined tearfully.
I smiled at him, "come here bud." He walked to the window and I picked him up sitting on the roof. "Why are you scared, buddy?" I asked as I held him.
"there was a monster" he cried.
"Hey it's ok" I comforted him "the monsters are gone, I won't let it hurt you ok." He shifted closer to me squeezing me.
"Lindsey are you scared of monsters?" He sniffled.
I looked in his eyes and smiled "you want me to be honest? Yeah, I am. Terrified actually. But Oma told me a secret. We shouldn't be scared, because whatever happens to us will happen, and we will always have someone here to protect us, and I'll make sure to protect you." I hugged him.
"Lindsey tell me a story" He begged.
"ok uh let's see..." I looked at the sky and remembers a story Mum told me "one there was a scary dragon, everyone feared it, and they had reason to. He was big and mean, he shot fire at anyone who dared near him. In all the villages in all the world, there was only one who could tame this dragon's heart. She was a normal village girl, in truth she was as scared of the dragon as anyone else, but she worried the dragon was lonely." I told him, as he snuggled me. " the girl went to the cave the dragon stayed at, and the dragon spewed fire at her and burned her arm, but she stayed and sat by the dragon all day. The next day the same thing happened, she still stayed, and this time the dragon and she talked. But the third day she came, he burned her again, and she ran away. The dragon grew accustomed to the girl. But the next day she didn't come, and the day after that, and the day after that. The dragon felt more lonely than ever, he missed the girl's company. Slowly he retreated into his cave and never left. The girl however was hurt by the dragon, she thought he didn't deserve her companionship. But she too missed the dragon. She heard rumors from all the kingdoms that the dragon was gone, or at least alone. He stopped hurting people, and intern people hurt him, in fear. The girl didn't return for a whole year, but one day she got curious, she returned to the cave, and found the dragon alone, he ignored her presence, thinking she wouldn't want to be there with him, but she sat, and talked to him, the next day she returned, and the next, and the next. Soon she fell in love with the dragon. He had already been in love with her. The girl begged for the dragon to talk to her. The dragon tried but he couldn't, he had been stuck in that same spot for so long, he couldn't move. The girl tearfully waited for him, but it never happened. Months it was the same until the girl tried to help. She took the dragon's large paw, and moved it over, then she lifted his long tail, and it too moved over, then she took his head in her arms, and lovingly kissed the dragon's cheek. Through this kiss of love, the dragon's heart and body had transformed. He wasn't a perfect or beautiful prince, but he was just like her, a common peasant boy. He loved her, and she loved him. And threw this love they lived together threw happiness and sadness, till the end." By the time I finished my story, timmothy was lightly snoring in my arms, I quickly put him in his bed, then went to my room. I felt my eyes droop, and before I fell asleep I found myself thinking of Draco, he was a bit like the dragon, was he misunderstood?
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Letters |Draco Malfoy|
FanfictionLindsay Boris like many was tormented by the Slytherin prince, Draco Malfoy. So the young girl wrote letters, to herself, to others, and to absolutely no one. She hardly expected one of her letters to be answered, who was answering her letters she w...