Author : Hestiaseve
Claim: Draco / Hermione
Table : Ventura
# 22: Grey
occurred in winter. Everything was white. Except me. I was gray.
vociferous I was sending a subordinate, I think it was the inept Blaise came with me last glitches time, can not remember. I answered reluctantly and with little interest in everything I said in the letter. Yes, there was a stupid business meeting today, but that was no reason for sending estarme owls every hour and a half with more details on the report to be submitted on company My father, now mine since she died.
was when I felt a laugh in the distance that I was familiar. Too familiar. And with my hand on the broom, ready to take off, I looked to see her. A Granger. Although I knew that this was not his surname. Theirs was a miniature version, a girl taken from her hand with his own brown hair, his own eyes honey and dirty his own blood. Gray mist suddenly lifted. Then she saw me, perhaps surprised to feel a look at it for so long. He stopped short, the girl saying "Mommy?" With your child's voice.
"Draco ..." was all he said. And I said his name. I escaped his lips.
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"Draco" I said. My mind was blank and all I managed to say to him there, his gray eyes on mine. He also said my name, with a typical his apparent coldness, but I knew so well that he could decipher his true motivation: he was as surprised as me.
remember we went to a bakery that was nearby and we sat down to talk. Rose was out at the local children's attractions, then devour a cake with a grin. Never thought I volveríaa see after everything that happened in the fight against the Dark Lord, his features were so familiar to me as different: they had some wrinkles on the shores of his eyes, but they were almost imperceptible, and his voice betrayed more depth. I did not even imagine how I would I to him, for nineteen years had passed anyway and could not move freely.
Smiling, I started questioning. What else could I do? Would not touch the issue had hurt us so much. At least to me.
I filled casual question: How have you been, what you do, what you heard from your friends Hogwartz, how is Greengrass, have children, what are their ages. I responded as abstracted, reluctantly, as if thinking of something else. I wondered if I really wanted to be there.
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I saw her speak and talk in front of me but I was not paying attention. I was concentrating on his face, and the breath that gave me have it in front. The fog had lifted and I was no longer gray. However, he felt a tightness that kept me calm. His eyes honey. I dug. They were like needles. The girl laughed outside. I felt like killing her.
The sky turned red as never before in nineteen years. She rose from her seat with the baby sleeping in her arms and headed for the exit. Smiling melancholy. I do not know what expression I had. I saw through the door and walk to his broom.
"Bye, Draco," she said in her smiling face. His eyes stuck. Smell. His hair. His voice. I stuck my chest. Not stand it. He turned to march. No. not stand it.
"No." I said, and took his arm strength. She turned surprised and I instinctively stroked her face. Tears fell from his eyes to wet my fingers.
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I felt his hand on my face and cried, but still know the real reason. Draco was in front, my impossible love, which I wanted for so long in Hogwartz without anyone knowing it but himself, and with whom I shared many illegal touching. At last I had the opportunity I had for nineteen years and was behind him, to spend my life with his sarcastic comments and hearing that voice dragged for so long I missed the leave the institution. I touched his face, his lips, his eyes, and smiled again.
"You should tell me that the last time you said goodbye. "
My eyes focused on Rose, who shuddered in a long chill. The white snow was covering her tiny body.
"I gotta go. Viktor I expected. I hope you find happiness, Draco. "
were the last words and the last smile I dedicated to Draco Malfoy before turning away and leave with Rose. Do not want to look back and see her expression as I went on my broom, but there was a second that my eyes betray me and watched him staring into space with his eyes darkened.
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I was looking at nothing. Suddenly, the fog returned and all was to be gray. I would have stayed longer so, but had more important things to do. And it reminded me owl hours ago, now dropping a vociferous in my hands. Once again the inept Blaise, with a message saying something like "Draco, where are you? Entire board is waiting. Did it occur something? Are you okay? "And other useless questions.
closed my eyes. Anyway, my thing has always been and will be business as now. And as I've done it before, I took my broom and sped up my way, determined to stop thinking about stupid things.
do not know why these memories came to me now. I guess I spent too much free time watching the snow. I still feel those nails into my chest at the memory, so I prefer not to. I know nothing
this comes to pain, let alone a sadness, but I always prefer to change the course of my thoughts anyway. The Malfoy not feel such crap. Never admit it.
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NdHests : Ehm ... there would be my first drabble for 30vicios, and my first drabble Dramione tb: Or do you think? I hope I was not too trite, repetitive or obvious, or that the story has not been very upset. I think the truth is that I did not like much and does not come close to being my best work ... but I've been in a drought of inspiration since I accepted the Claim ¬ ¬ I finally accepted it and could not get any words from my brain to plant it on paper ... so this was all I could leave. Sorry
TT PS: I hate Ron.
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