Stronger for You

Chp. 5 Hope

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“Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change – this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress.” – Bruce Barton

Chapter Five

I pace the room, unable to sleep. Why wouldn’t the anger go away?

How can it not? My annoying inner voice continues to ask. And I agreed with it. I was furious! How dare they think that I was too fragile to handle that stupid plan of theirs? Okay, it wasn’t stupid. It was quite brilliant actually, but that is beside the point! Did they think that just because I was depressed that I had suddenly become some simpering witch too afraid to take chances? I was dating the most well-known pureblood heir in the wizarding world who also happened to be a death eater. Obviously, I take chances. It was my middle name. I’m the f*cking Gryffindor Lioness, for Godric’s sake!

“Piss on them.” I mutter, pacing the room once more. It was shaped as the house I had imagined on my birthday, with Draco. The Room was torturing me the minute I stepped inside.

“Wow, that’s pretty detailed.” Barlow had praised as soon as we were safely in. Ginny had taken the cloak and left, muttering something about checking on her idiot of a boyfriend.

“Very quaint. I like it. Don’t you Jaclyn, dear?” Nana asked. I nodded numbly, hating every single inch of the place.

“You do look ill. Barlow, help your sister to the bedroom while I make some tea.” Nana commanded. I strode forward without his help, knowing exactly where I was going.

“The bed’s unmade. That’s rather odd.” He commented as we stepped through the beaded curtain. I grit my teeth and shrug, before stopping all movement when my eyes caught a flash of colour.

My fingers moved to the mussed pillows, slipping under their softness to the rest on the green and silver silk. I brought it out, holding it in both hands as I studied the emblem stitched neatly on the front.

‘Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.’

~“What would you do, if you could do anything?” I remember our conversation in those last few months of peace. His words still whisper across my skin.

“Take back what I said to Potter before the Sorting Ceremony.” He mused after a moment. I shifted in his arms and let my hand slide lower on his chest.

“Why?”

“Because then I wouldn’t have had to see you turn away from me for the first time. Because maybe the Sorting Hat would have given me a different home, and I could have walked a different path.”

“You would never be happy being anything but a Slytherin. Plus, I like cunning.” I wink and he smirks at me before leaning down to kiss the side of my mouth languidly. ~

“What’s that?” His voice startles me and I jump about a million feet into the air. Barlow stood there with Nana, carrying the tray of tea for her. They had been gone a long time, probably talking about my ‘fragile condition.’ I look down to find myself holding his tie in my hands once more, having slipped it from my robe pocket whilst stalking the room.