𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 ✔︎ ━ 𝖬𝖠𝖫𝖥𝖮𝖸

⚓︎ 𝙈𝙮 𝘿𝙤𝙡𝙡 ⚓︎

Three years later...

Hogwarts is now long behind in my past.

I've managed to do one thing I'm extremely proud of, though. I opened up my shop— Threads of Hogsmeade. It's my new passion, and my main focus when it comes to attention.

But there is one thing I haven't been able to overcome, and that thing is Draco Malfoy.

The last time I saw him we were kids, careless and young souls. But I haven't forgotten him, not one bit. Every detail about him still remains present in my memory.

I still write to him, every single day, and send it off to Malfoy Manor, even though I know that he's long gone from there. I have no idea where he is, or who he has become, but I only remember the Draco that loved me.

I still wear the necklace he gave me, every since day and night, and I always keep the one photograph we have together tucked into my back pocket.

I began folding some pants onto one of the shelves, putting them in order from lightest to darkest coloring. I made sure the wrinkles were invisible, and the creases were smooth.

The sun was beginning to pull below the horizon, dusk was upon me. I sighed. I hadn't realized it was already so late. Running this shop truly does manage to consume all of my time.

I grabbed my purse and tossed it over my shoulder, then grabbed the keys from the counter. I opened the door and breathed in the cool, evening fall scent of Hogsmeade.

I turned and pushed the key into the lock, turning it, waiting to hear the click as the locks compressed. As they did, I took out the key and tossed it into my purse, then turned toward the street.

Just as I was about to cross, a sudden poring of rain began pouring on me. I said an inaudible curse word, using my hand to cover the top of my head, though, it truly didn't do much for me.

I jogged across the street, waving to the cars as I scurried across the pavement. Finally, I had reached the other set of shops just across the street, and thankfully, coverings were in place for me to walk under.

I was absolutely soaked, but it was oddly refreshing. I've never really minded the rain, in fact, is one of my favorite weather patterns. Though, my soaked hair was a mess.

I passed faces of woman, men, children, even a few animals.

Even though many years, months, weeks, and days have gone by, I always seem to be looking for one face every way I turn— the face of Draco, but I never do. I only see him in my dreams now, and the photograph I always carry.

I turned down one of the back alleyways, a shortcut I always take, and began making my way down, through the rain and shadows.

Just as I was about to emerge back into the light, into the light where people could see me, a hand grabbed onto my arm and pulled me back into the shadows, holding a wand to my throat.

I knew I couldn't make a sound, or else they'd probably kill me, so, instead, I looked for the face of my captor. They were wearing a hood, but as they turned a certain angle, I could recognize their features, even after all these years.

Pansy.

I almost gasped, but with the wand to my throat I knew that wouldn't be a wise decision. "What are you doing?" I asked in a whisper, so low she almost couldn't hear it.

I was fearing for my life, my heart was racing a mile a minute. I had no idea why she was here, why she was now out to get me after all these years.

"You took him from me." She growled, pushing the pointed end of the wand further into the skin of my neck. It hurt, terribly, but I wasn't going to let that stop me from putting up a fight.

"Lucius took him, not me." I answered sternly, making my tone firm, but not so firm it would sound like I was trying to be a threat. I was just trying to figure out how on earth Pansy could think I could do such a thing.

"If I was with him I would've joined the Death Eaters. I'm a pureblood, they would've loved me, but your mudblood self got in the way." She hissed, spilling out her sentences with such rage and anger I wasn't sure if I would be alive much longer.

When she looked at me, though, I didn't even recognize the once deviant little girl that tripped me in the library, that gave Draco a love potion. Now all she held was anger and sadness, and all of that was currently directed toward me.

I didn't know what to say, if anything I could say would make it better. She was pushing the wand so aggressively into my skin I was afraid that I may get a puncture wound.

"Mudbloods have no place in the wizarding world." Pansy said, her patience obviously running out. There was little sense in bargaining, because as it seems, she wants to see me on my death bed.

"I'm a greater witch then you will ever be, Parkinson." I said with a shaky breath following it. I was utterly terrified of what she may do or say to me, but no pain would be greater than that of Draco leaving me.

"Crucio." She said, the wand still pricking my throat. And just like that, so immediately, so quickly, I was sliding down the wall I had been pinned up against.

The sensation I was feeling was like pain from another world. Two gashes along my stomach. I tried to cover them with my hands, but of course, the wound was far too large for either of my hands.

She had cast an unforgivable curse, one that cannot be taken back. I was dying, now more than ever. Pansy had fled the scene; run back into the light where not a would would suspect her.

I fell over, onto the stone, my hands still gripping the wounds. Though I must've been dreaming, surely, a familiar face appeared in my vision, hovering over me, face frantic.

It was the face of Draco.

He bent down, tears pouring from his eyes. I tried to smile, to do something, anything to let him know I was here, but I couldn't. His hands touched my wounds, trying to cover them, but there's no forgiving an unforgivable curse.

I finally worked up the strength to smile at him, sweet and gentle, just like how I looked at him whenever he made me laugh. I could see the fear in his eyes, the sadness, even anger, but I wanted him to know that It'll all be okay.

"I love you." I whispered with a soft grin. My words were so light I was surprised he heard them, but since he was listening for something, anything, he did.

He bent down and pressed his forehead against mine. "I love you more, doll." He chocked out, sorrow prospering in his voice.

My eyes grew heavier by the second, so heavy I couldn't keep them open anymore. I allowed them to close, for my body to see the beautiful darkness.