"I was a fool to think I could ever stay away from you as a kid. Just a taste of temptation and you'll have its sweetness on your lips forever."
Draco Malfoy and Estelle Vaile were allowed to care about each other once. How long can you ignore the...
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❝you're branded now.
It's pointless.❞
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Chapter 7
Norberta
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It was dark outside when I opened my eyes and sunk down to the common room feeling and looking better than I had in weeks, even with the bed head with a ribbon barely hanging on to my sectioned back hair. Ron was hunched over a chessboard totally focused across from a frustrated Hermione, with Harry slouching in a loveseat with wet hair from the shower room after quidditch practice. There was a charms book open in his lap but he just stared tiredly out the window.
As I got closer, I realized Hermione was giving him a quick outline of the chapter knowing her friend was too tired to do the homework. Spotting me, her face curled into a satisfied, smug look.
"Hermione said you fell asleep with your shoes on. You must have been bloody beat. I've only done that when Mum makes us degnome the yard all day," Ron smirked at me taking an important piece from Hermione, who looked just about ready to throw the chess set out the window.
"Can't be too careful with my wandering feet," I joked, slipping into the open spot beside Harry.
"Don't worry I took your shoes off before your shoes made the bedding filthy," Hermione preened, "I told you that you needed to tell McGonagall. You look much better."
"Yeah," I frowned at her with a slight edge, "I'm just lucky Dumbledore agreed not to tell my Uncle about this. So many people saw me walking to his office though. He'll know the second Daphne gets wind of it."
"Estelle, surely he won't care that you were getting help about your health. Clearly that is more important than gossip," She sniffed too absorbed in making her point to notice the way she was venturing into sensitive territory.
"Clearly, your family doesn't see you like a stain on the family tree," I glared at her hotly, which she instantly returned. Ron and Harry, somewhat used to our recent bickering lately, locked wide eyes.
"You know I'm right, even if you're too proud to admit it. You were barely functioning. Even Sprout was getting sick of you falling asleep in class," Hermione sniffed up her nose mirroring the way Daphne and Pansy used to do from their high horses.
"Do we have to do this?" Ron sighed knowing we were going to completely block out the comment.
"This isn't about pride! If this had gone any differently, my Uncle Jasper might have kicked me out for embarrassing him," I hissed, rolling my eyes knowing we were both raising our voices enough that the people on either side of us were starting to look. Yet neither Hermione nor I cared about their looks. Normally I care too much about looking composed but Hermione had been acting like she knows everything for nearly a month now and I was tired of it.
