Restoration

Chapter 36

As the moon calmly observed the students playing Quidditch below her, the cloudy skies added to the dramatics. No one could see anymore as the mist spilled above Hogwarts; obstructing the player's views.

"I'd say may the best team win but we already know who it'll be," Anthony winked at Draco as they began the race to catch the Snitch. If one of the Seekers caught the Snitch, it would mean an immediate win for the team.

The audience cheered every time someone landed a score, and Luna made sure to scream on top of the lungs as Elara scored for the very first time, in the seventh minute. She hadn't forgotten the rules nor the tactics she'd used when she was on the team years ago. And as she swiftly swished by the opposite, scoring another goal, Ginny Weasley could have sworn she had just witnessed a Deja Vu. 

The weather wasn't in their favour as the cloudy skies obstructed their view, causing the players to crash against each other multiple times. Although focused on the game, Elara's eyes wandered around the field, in search of that white-haired boy, who was chasing after the Golden Snitch. Every now and then she could see his silhouette fly somewhere above or beneath her, quickly followed by Anthony, who was playing as the Seeker for the opposite team. And every time they exchanged glances, her heart began to pulse faster. He was the one who always broke off the eye contact first or furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance.

She'd made him upset that night when Anthony revealed his secret - which, after a thought, he knew had to have been told sooner or later. But Draco wanted to tell Elara himself that she hadn't been shifting but visiting him in his dreams. And Anthony had stolen that opportunity from him.  Furthermore, Elara did not seem to care. As if all those meetings meant nothing to her. As if she still thought the other Draco was out there somewhere. And when she told him she's had it, and that she won't be helping him anymore, it felt like she'd pushed yet another knife through his chest.

Another person who had given up on him.

He backed away from everyone, hidden in his chambers and pondering about life, what to do, and who he could rely on. When he heard Goyle and Crabbe sneaking out in the middle of the night, wearing their Quidditch pads, he knew that another secret game had been set up and it brought a smile to his lips as he sat on his broom and joined them high above the ground.

Until he saw her wearing the bloody blue jumper. It must be Anthony's, he thought. The two of them had been closer than ever, but the fact that she was now parading around wearing his jumper could only mean one thing - they were a thing now. And what bothered Draco the most was the fact that it annoyed him so, and he couldn't quite explain his emotions. The night they had all took a sniff of the odd substance that Anthony had sneaked it, which later turned out to be Amortentia, made his mind go crazy. 

He could have sworn Elara just sprayed her perfume all over herself, filled with a sweet scent of jasmine with a touch of vanilla. And as Daphne laughed at him, revealing that had in fact not been the case, he was left speechless.

On top of everything, there was his mother's confession. Elara's true parentage. She wasn't a Rosier by blood but merely adopted into the family. She was Marlene McKinnon's only child; the only surviving McKinnon. And with those answers came so many more questions. 

And Draco found it suffocating how he was now left with yet another secret he held away from Elara.

And as he ducked and extended his arm, mere inches away from catching the Snitch, something crashed on top of him. Draco slipped off his broom but was caught by cold hands. And as he looked up, thinking it was Anthony who had intentionally crashed against him but immediately regretted it, he was faced with a much different face staring back at him.