Distant Memories (Draco Malfoy ff)

46. Its you

Adelpha's Pov:

Today was graduation day. The day where I would leave the place I experienced the best and worst times of my life. Would I miss it? I'm not sure, part of me thinks I would.

"Are you getting ready." Luna's soft voice I had missed so much echoed through the hall.

"Yes I'll be ready in a minute."

I quickly blow the smoke out the window and shut the window. I had stopped smoking for a while, but these kind of days were stressful.

I walked back to the mirror and turned on the faucet.

The cold water filling my cupped hands.

I lower my head down, splashing my face with the cold water.

I look back up at the mirror.

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"Great, fricking out on my first day back of my last year."
I splash my face with the cold water and look back up in the mirror.

Memories.

I hear a knock.

"Luna I'm getting ready geez." I yell.

I look back towards the door as it opens. I smile up at him as he walks in with a smirk on his face.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready Mr. Malfoy." I laugh.

"I wanted to give you this, so if you accept it you can wear it tonight at graduation."

I look down at the little box, he's hands shaking. The box had 'promise' on it in cursive.

"It's a promise ring." He says shakily.

I laugh at his nervousness. I hold my hand out excitedly and watch him slide it in on, fitting perfectly.

"I love you." I laugh looking at it.

"I love you too." He pulls me in by my cheek.

"I've got to go talk to someone Ill be back." I say softly.

"Adlepha graduation is in a few hours, are you sure"

"I have to."

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"Why didn't you protect me?"

"It wasn't my job."

"You could've protected her!"

"You're mother left me. She made her decision. You were not my job any longer and neither was she."

"YOU WERE IN LOVE AND YOU LEFT HER."

"I'd be careful... you don't know what's mixed in your blood."

"Don't."

"You're a lot like your father you realize that right?"

"I'm nothing like him."

"Oh but you are."

He stands up. I look at him I can see my mom being in love with him physically, but his personality I hated him for years and he hated me. Maybe the butt hurt. Maybe the heart break.

"Have you not noticed? You're drawn to pain, to drinking, to smoking, to revenge."

"You mother-"

"To anger."

"I will never be like him."

"You could've saved us."

"There was no saving her. I tried."

"How?"

"There's more to your mother then that book..."

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