Whenever she got sad, there was 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲.
And on the other hand, whenever he got sad, there was 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫.
Until they discovered something that only required both of them in the same room -- nothing else.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 �...
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"Merlin, this place could be a cemetery." I clutched my abdomen as I reached the location I have apparated to.
Untamed weeds grew out everywhere, the wooden benches seemed to be covered with mold and dust, and a few lights flickered in the distance; as though the owner hadn't even bothered to cast an enchantment to fix it, let alone turn it off in the middle of the day.
The place was dead. I bet I could find cemeteries even livelier than this.
The only sound I could hear was the sole of the house slippers I found on one of the corners of the Malfoy Manor dragging against the ground, with occasional grunts that escaped my lips whenever I moved too quickly.
After a while, I reached the front porch of a house. It was larger than average, but I still wouldn't live in it even if its size was doubled. If I didn't know any better, that would still seem like living in an abandoned mansion—maybe even a haunted one at that.
Dried leaves crunched below my feet as I walked closer, the wooden platform creaking with every step.
I put my hand into a fist and knocked on the oak door, thinking of a second plan in case the person inside doesn't let me in.
There was no way I could go back home with my current condition—but i'd rather have my parents see me like this than Danielle finding out about everything, which is why I can't go to her house either.
Not to mention the risk of bumping into Bellatrix Lestrange—that woman terrifies me.
Now that it's all over, I have the feeling i'll be able to muster up some courage to admit it to her.
To my best friend, whose cousin i've been spending more time with than I should—more than moral decency allows.
Don't get me wrong, I feel like absolute shit having to hide all of this from her.
But even the guiltiest of feelings were washed away whenever he held me, which makes me feel loads shittier.
I had nowhere to go. And even if the possibility of regretting my decision was higher than the chance of a warm welcome, I still knocked a few more times.
