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AN- Songs: Nate growing up Labrinth, IFHY by Tyler the creator, WTF are we talking for by Labrinth

27th September 1995

New Moon

My hunger tamed. Curious isn't it. Sounds impossible for spending hours of my day practising Herbology, Transfiguration, and Charms, but there I am skipping a meal. Hunger satisfied by the intense desire to solve the riddle that is Draco Malfoy.

Sleepless nights caused by him. Is it at all the version I knew him to be, as a child, is still there? Impossible that boy was tragically ruined by the morals of his bloodline. As I grew older, it was easy to spot that the Malfoy bloodline may be pure, but lacks the simplicity of a loving and functioning family. Any of the sacred 28 could notice it. Their interpretation of love is foolish in comparison to the genuine version. They don't want to bring children into the world to love, they want heirs.

It is quite easy to overlook the glamorized life the Malfoy's hold. Ensured they would be perceived in such a way, that one would do no more than a single glance and witness nothing less of perfection. Those that dared a second look, for many long seconds, would notice cracks and blemishes hiding in plain sight. Enough to almost pull sympathy loose from your grip, until you recall they're the Malfoy's. Amongst the richest, with the price of self-inflicted guidelines, to obtain praise and respect. They unconsciously self-sacrifice to appease others and unknowingly place a bid on the meaning of love. Wealth obtained by the double-edged sword of prejudice. The weapon wielded by the darkest and purest blood of like-minded witches and wizards. The name Malfoy is a Synonym, they're not just people of bad faith.

Their faith is rotten.

If Draco's morals are of the same nature as his family's, why bother to make amends. The Lewis family is a pruning fruit in the ripe basket of the sacred 28. Blood Traitors, they'd call us. Disloyal to 'our kind' as though blood purity deemed one preferable than not. The friendship I once cherished with the Malfoy heir was flooded in the crossfire of an adult affair. A tragedy that murdered the platonic relationship between the young Montague and young Capulet. Both left with a mouth filled with regret and a mournful fist at their side.

It was shameful of me to assume a year of friendship hiatus, normality would resume once the doors of The Great Hall opened to us for the very first time. Regretfully mistaken, my friendship with Harry sparked immediately and Draco's acknowledgement furthered his distasteful agenda. Especially when it was concluded with, Draco's invitation for Harry's friendship left trampled under his shoe.

A single question continued to be left unanswered, What is the motive behind his change in heart?

A noise became apparent in my ears. Tapping. No- rain. Thumping against the glass of the window, on the wall along the four-poster. She decided upon a walk. Aid in tiring her mind, from the rapid intrusive thoughts. She slipped through the common room and past the fat lady.

"Miss. Lewis?" She spoke in a weak mumble. A tone you wouldn't expect from her during busier hours.

"Hello, my apologies. Have I disturbed you?"

She shook her head. "I remember your first year when you started going on these walks. You were quite small then. It seems too early in the term for these to occur."

"Someone, more recently, decided to reenter my life." My eyes dropped to my hands, feeling a tide of stress wash over me. "I suppose that's how you would describe the situation. They have been out of it for so long that it seems more peculiar than nostalgic. Can't quite process everything yet." My gaze unconsciously wandered to the neighbouring portraits.