Cursed | Draco Malfoy, 18+

T h i r t y

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''Draco?''

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Amelie Avery.

They had been trying for days and days to find a way for them to break through the barrier of her memories, but nothing.

Nothing happened, nothing caved in, nothing.

Theodore mixed every fusion of potions and herbs he had and could find — in the utter hope that with a bit of magic, varied into the mess of different elements, he could succeed.

But he didn't.

No one did.

Not Theodore, and not Amelie, no one.

No one but Draco.

He was the one they knew had the possibility to search her mind. He was the one who knew how to, yet Amelie refused to let Theodore bring him to them.

'' I think you're acting petty about this,'' Theodore mumbled from the kitchen table. He seated himself across from where Amelie used to sit,

'' I mean if you just let me—''

''No.'' She snapped, her head tilted to the side as her hand clenched around the ladle, '' I don't want you to bring him here.''

With Theodore's hands thrown out in the air, his eyes narrowed at her, '' That's what I mean with petty. There is no reason for you to act like this. He could help us. He can find your mother, and you just refuse? I don't understand—''

'' There is nothing to understand, Teddy. I don't want to. I don't want to disturb him. I'm sure that he has much more important matters to attend to than to help me find my mother.'' Amelie huffed as she kept stirring the pot,

She was making him his favorite soup — a recipe Theo's mother taught her as a kid, but even if that bundle of ingredients was to be one of the most leisurely meals to cook, Theodore never caught on to it,

And refused to eat it if Amelie wasn't the one making it for him.

'' But...'' Theo rose, his legs stretched long in front of him as he leaned back in his chair, '' Wasn't he the one who wanted to find her in the first place?''

Amelie froze in her actions. Her eyes squeezed shut for a mere second before flying wide open again. In the attempt to gather her thought,

It wasn't that she didn't want to — she wanted to see the blonde boy her mind couldn't spare a moment of rest from, more than anything.

Her skin craved his, her soul ached for the safety he brought her — her mind longed for his comfort,

But he didn't look for her.

That's the only thing that kept haunting the pleasurable memory of Draco. He didn't come for her — and now, almost a month had passed, without him trying to find her,

If she only knew that the boy her thoughts always managed to touch — looked for her everywhere.

'' He was,'' Amelie spoke, shortly, before picking up the knife. She started cutting up the carrots, one after one,

'' So what is the problem, Amelie. I know there is something you're hiding from me. What is it? Did you do something? Did you see something? ''

She stayed quiet, and Theodore, as the boy he tended to be — he took her silence as a clear yes.

'' You saw something, didn't you?'' His face fell into confusion, '' But what... What could you have seen that was so horrible—''

He hewed himself off, staring blankly at her back, '' He searched your mind, what if you saw his?''