"Lesson learned.."

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(OMG REPEAT THIS THE WHOLE CHAPTER AHH)

"He wants you to move?!"

"Sh! No one knows yet" I whispered

"What about your job?" Amelia asked

"I'm not sure what I want to do, I want to support him in everything; I really do. But I just can't leave out of nowhere" I sighed

"How long do you have to decide?"

"He told me a month"

"A Month?? Y/n, that's way sooner then I thought" she cried

"I know...and with Severus being sick...I have no idea" I continued putting books on the shelves.

"Did you tell Draco?" She smirked

"Why would I have to tell Draco?"

"So you think it would be a good idea to just up and move to America, thinking Draco won't completely blow his top?...are you sure you even knew him at all?" She laughed

"It's none of his concern anyway" I chuckled

"Yeah right"

"You think after last night and the..." she looked around to make sure no one heard

"Almost' kiss...that it means nothing for you to just leave and not consider something could still be there?" She added

"That is the last thing on my mind right now" I laughed

It wasn't...I was torn between feeling bad and wondering if we actually kissed if all of those emotions would come back to our memories.

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"I told Amelia about the promotion...she was excited for you"

"That's nice" he sat down at the table

"What's wrong? You seem sad"

"Today was awful" he sighed

"What happened?" I scooped some mashed potatoes in his plate

"Draco Malfoy, that's what!" he scoffed

I gulped, my heart started racing

"What did he do?"

"The reports he filed for us...complete rubbish! We all nearly got fired in the meetings today! He's lucky if I don't run into him" he sneered

"What about the promotion?" I asked

"The postponed it for a while...because of that ferret!" He shouted

"Calm down, he was just doing his job-"

"Are you taking up for him right now?"

"No I was just..." I hesitated, I wasn't sure what I was trying to do.

"Just what? Finish your sentence like a normal person!" He spat

"You will not speak to me that way! I work all day and come home to provide for you! You never ask how I feel or how my day was or how my uncle is...I'm sick of it! Maybe you all wouldn't have bad reports if you actually did work instead of drinking and staring at women all day!" I stood from my chair and went towards our room.

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