Chapter 15

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Summer. The Franciscan Garden, Prague, 1995.

All the trees were wearing their most beautiful costumes of green leaves. The sun was delighting them with genorous shades of light and warmth. The birds were chirping their best songs. The whole atmosphere was delightful and so pleasant for Draco. He was sitting on a bench with a bouquet of camomile and nervously waiting for Hermione. His parents left him there alone while they went for a walk through the park.

"We will come back here in order to find, Draco. You may spend a little time with your friend and don't forget to ask her to wait for us, 'cause we will be very pleased to meet her too!", said Narcissa Malfoy kissing her son on the forehead.

Draco was excited to think he would finally meet Hermione again and and he was looking for her with his silvery grey eyes in all the people he could see in the park.

At the same time Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy arrived at the place of their planned meeting with Bellatrix. The two sisters hugged with happy smiles on their faces.

"I missed you so much, Bella, you just can't imagine!", said Narcissa looking at her sister with love in her eyes.

"I knew it, you love me so much, Cissy!", answered Bellatrix.

"Hi, Lucius!", she greeted her smiling brother-in-low.

"Hi, Bellatrix! Glad to finally see you!", answered Mr. Malfoy carefully kissing her hand.

"When do you plan to come back in London, Bella? I just can't wait, I want you to be closer to us! The risk of being punished for following the Dark Lord has passed. You should begin a new life there, close to your beloved nephew! Oh, I want so much to tell him about you! But you can meet him right now!", said Narcissa with so many emotions on her face.

"Cissy, you know that I want to come back in London as much as you, I hate this city, all these muggles, but there's a problem that stops me here and I have to live in Prague some more years. Just don't ask me about this (she answered at the question she saw on her sister's face), all I can say is that I make it for Draco!", replied Bellatrix.

"Is this somehow related to the corespondence of Draco you asked me about in you letter?".

"Yes, it is, but I can't and don't want to say more about this, just trust me I'm doing the right thing!", said Bellatrix looking somewhere into the distance with a thinking face. Then she recovered and said:

"Better tell me about Draco! I can't meet him now, I think it's too early, but I want to know about his life and personality!".

The Malfoys started to tell Bellatrix about Draco's activities and interests, about his learning, proving their son was a true Slytherin Prince. In Bellatrix's heart grew a big wish to see her beloved silver-eyed, silver-haired nephew. She had no native children to give them the small amount of her love carefully hidden inside her and she hated Hermione, but Draco won her heart just when he was born, as Bellatrix was the first who held him in her arms, in which he cuddled with confidence. Nevertheless, Draco couldn't be able to remember her.

At parting the two sisters hugged each other once again and while Bellatrix was leaving Narcissa let a tear to fall from her eyes. Lucius embraced her by the shoulders and they returned to Draco.

All that time Draco waited for Hermione to come, but that didn't happen. Tired of waiting Draco tore the petals of the camomile flowers one by one guessing:"Will come – Won't come". This sad 'picture' was found by his parents.

"Draco, what happened? Your friend didn't come?", Narcissa asked.

"No...", answered Draco with sorrow in his eyes and voice.

"We're really sorry for you, but we have to return to the hotel now. We should prepare our luggage, as tomorrow we're leaving Prague. Come on, dear, you will meet her another time!", said Narcissa and the three Malfoys returned to the hotel. A lonely bouquet of camomile with torn petals remained on the bench and the whole park was shrouded by sorrow...

'I waited for you Seasons,

Till the last petal fell;

The Seasons got old,

And I got as well...'

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