Stronger for You

Chp. 21 Broken

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“Yet nothing can to nothing fall,

Nor any place be empty quite;

Therefore I think my breast hath all

Those pieces still, though they be not unite;

And now, as broken glasses show

A hundred lesser faces, so

My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,

But after one such love, can love no more.” - Shakespeare

Chapter Twenty-One

Jacky’s P.o.V.

This was it. Today’s the day.

A year with Draco. A whole year it would have been had I not…you know died and stuff.

My stomach twists further into itself. Would he even remember it?

In a week it would be Christmas break. Yesterday we got a new spy. But all I can care about is today. My emotions are going everywhere, apparent from my lashing out yesterday. I lean my head against the stone wall, taking in its coolness. My lungs expand as I take a gusty breath of air before I slip out of the passageway and up the girl’s dormitory. They would be getting ready for bed; curfew had been a few minutes ago.

I had spent the day watching Blaise, to see if he squealed or not. He didn’t, he actually seemed a bit more relaxed than usual. Not at all worried about betraying his friends. Yet, I trusted him anyway. He always seemed the good sort to me and when we held a house meeting in each common room, the D.A. seemed receptive to the idea as well. Wary, but intrigued.

“Ready?” I look over to Ginny. I had promised to come to her before I left; I knew she was worried about me. I open my mouth to reply but nothing comes out. I simply nod. “What are you going to do?” She asks as she sits me down on the bed, combing my hair. She likes to do that when she’s stressed and it calms me down sometimes as well. I look back at her, in her blue pajamas and frizzy hair.

“If you saw Harry, right now, right here, for just tonight; if he came back for one night to see you. What would you do?” I whisper. I didn’t know what I was going to do! Play ghost and stay the night with him? Reveal myself and then obliviate him in the morning? Stay invisible and just be by his side? What should I do?

Her face is conflicted and her shoulders slump as she looks over at the other girls of her dorm. They watch sadly, not really knowing what’s happening, but aware that it was tragic nonetheless. “I would hold him and never let him go.” She admits, her fingers clenching around the plastic brush tightly before brushing it down my long hair one more time. She braids it quickly and coils it into a bun, pinning a silver barrette to keep my bangs back.

“Thanks Ginny.” I hug her tightly before disillusioning myself and slipping out of the room, stopping in the common room. He was waiting there, surprisingly enough, and was looking straight at me. “How did you know?”

“Yer me best friend, Jacky.” He shrugs and comes forward, reaching out hesitantly until I take his hand. He’s dressed messily in his school clothes, his left cheek bruised from a punishment last week where he had gotten caught letting a third year go. I grip his hand tightly, feeling the familiar sense of friendship. I let him pull me into a hug, his heart beating strongly through his chest. “Why do you keep giving him the chance to hurt you?” He whispers into my invisible hair. I bite my lip to keep my retort back. He has never been in love, so he wouldn’t understand.