Forgive and Forget: Dramione

Obliviate

Lol writer's block is a curse but guess what?! It's 1 am, so staying true on my end yall... I'm so tired fml

Draco

Sure she's stubborn, but she can't possibly ignore me forever.

We had to work together, patrol, plan, we had classes together!

I knew she was angry, and I knew I shouldn't have told her about our meeting that night in sixth year.

I remember it perfectly even though it's been more than two years.

(Yay flashback!)

I stared straight ahead as I walked stonily through the dark corridors of Hogwarts. I was going the long way to the Room of Requirement, and the gray halls were cold and unforgiving, the paintings watching my every move. Their eyes told me they knew what I was up to, but that was impossible. I barely knew what I was up to! Turning a corner quickly, I stopped in front of the painting, then began walking.

Once
I need a place to work on the cabinet where no one will find me,
Twice
I need a place to work on the cab-

Was someone... Crying? No, I told myself. I had no time for such weakness.

I need a place to work on-

When Potter hexed me in the lavatory I was crying, I could've used a friend then, maybe... No.

I need a place-

Oh forget it. I won't be able to focus anyway.

I follow the noise to an empty hallway, where a girl sits with her back to the wall, her brown hair falling messily into her face. Her head in in her arms, wrapped around her knees, and she's wearing a red shirt.

Gryffindor, I think. But, perhaps...

"Are you okay?" I call out hesitantly. I roll my eyes at myself.
What kind of 'okay' person cries their eyes out in an empty corridor, you halfwit?

The girl's head shoots up, her eyes frantic, as if a stranger discovering her in a hall crying is as bad as facing down a death eater unarmed. Although she didn't know it, but she was.

I still can't see her face well, so I choose to wait for her to speak.

"Malfoy?" She sniffs.

I know her.

"Granger?"

I'm amazed. What is perfect Granger doing sobbing in a hallway?

"What are you doing out here?" She asks, swiping at her eyes as if she was angry with them, as if she had to clear away any signs of vulnerability.

I'm quiet for a second, scrounging for an answer that wouldn't get me found out by the Golden Girl.

"I could ask you the same thing," I retort.
She flinched at my sudden change of tone, and I regret my words.

"Sorry, I-"

She holds up a hand, and I stop.

"Did you just say you were sorry?" She seems shocked.

"Yes Granger, I do have human emotions, you know."

She smiles a little, wiping her eyes again. Somehow I feel a sense of pride, as if making Granger smile when she was sad was a great accomplishment. I push this to the side.