Obliviate My Rebellion {Book 3}

Epilogue~Look what you've done

Draco Malfoy,

You don't me, and I don't know you (though I've heard a lot of awful shit about you). Well actually, you probably commonly know me as Cole Wilde's cousin. Yup, it's me, Arthur Wilde.

You're the last person in the world I want to speak to--apart from my cousin Cameron (who keeps sending me cryptic letters, but we won't go into that)--I would much rather punch you in the face. But that insults my pacifist views--not to mention it's an insult to my hand.

But you need to know what you've done to her. You need to know how badly you've traumatised Rory. Do you even know how screwed up what you did was?

She dyed her hair dark red, to feel close to her mother. That might seem rational, but she talks to herself in the mirror--pretends her mother is giving her break-up advice. She shouldn't have to be giving any advice to herself about how to deal with heartbreak. Rory should be enjoying her summer--having fun.

Did you know you were the only person holding her together after Sirius died? You were like a dumb kiddie plaster holding back the tidal wave of guilt, grief and pain she managed to lock up ironically because of you.

But now she's back to the start of her recovery, all because of you.

I never thought you would stoop that low. A tiny part of me thought you'd always care for her, never intentionally hurt her. Sure, I thought you'd irritate her--becaue you're a highly irritating person--but never did I think you could be so viscous.

I suppose we hide the worst parts of ourselves from the world, don't we? Rory used to hide her emotional instability, you hid your inner ugliness, and I hid an illness.

Yup, I had eye cancer. Diagnosed aged thirteen, had radiotherapy for six months before my eye was removed from my skull. This doesn't even relate to Rory's hurt, but only my family know, and it's two am and I can't even jumble my thoughts together well.

Writing when you can only see through one eye can be awkward on times. Maybe if I actually have the balls to send this letter, you'll not punch me very hard. You won't want to  scare away my four years of remission.

But away from my crappy eye health, you wouldn't believe what she says about you, it honestly makes my heart hurt. I encourage her to speak about you, get all the hurt and anger out. Sometimes she wants to smash plates, or just cry--but sometimes, she writes down what she can't get out.

Here's some things I remember that might trigger your humanity:

It's funny, the night we got together was almost like a dumb teen movie. But if this was a dumb teen movie, he would have come back by now.

It was real. It was real.

I can't do this.

Let me forget. Please.

I was stupid for ever thinking we could work.

See what you reduced her to? Her bloody boggart is obliviate, and now she wants me to get rid of her memories--even though it scares her half to death. Almost every time she turns up at my door, or I drag her from the graveyard at 2am, she asks. And I have to deny her, even though I can't stand to see her hurting.

If you thought this was the easiest way to end your 'Business deal' you were wrong. It was cruel and cold, and it would have even been kinder to just ignore her. Rory breaths love and trust, and you abused it.

I just don't get how you could be so cruel and callous; faking a romance, getting information before dumping her as if she's rubbish. She's not rubbish, she's beautiful, a piece of art that's so beautiful you faint at the sight of it.

That's actually a condition called Stendhal Syndrome, I remember Cole and I went to a big art musuem in Italy one year and I ended up fainting at Van Gogh's Starry night.

Off topic, but that's basically what Rory means to me. She's always made me nervous in the good way, made me like an over-excited puppy who would do anything to make her happy.

I even took her to the Yule Ball as just frends because you were too much of a dick to take her. Yup, it goes back that far. And I just felt something so... so real when she put my hands around her waist on the first dance.

So don't you dare say that you didn't feel anything real the first night you kissed her, because if I felt something from a slight touch, you should have felt a hell of a lot more from a kiss.

I wish Rory had noticed me before she noticed her. But it was her choice, and I'll always respect that. But seeing how broken she is now, I wished she'd noticed me--or at least some other person who would have treated her better than you ever did.

Maybe then she'd be smiling and kissing somebody this summer instead of silently sobbing into my pillow with a blank expression on her face.

But seriously, Malfoy. If you're actually a real good actor and this is some big act to protect her... Give up the act. Seriously. Aurora can take care of herself. Not to mention....

She's starting to give up on you.

So if you've been lying to her... Just say something.

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A/N This took forever because I changed the whole concept of epilouge, ugh. So yes, Arthur will be prominant in the next book, and please like him because he is a little ray of sunshine.

So, book four! AHHHH It shall be called: Obliviate My Choices.

As always, you guys are free to make your own cover, PM me a link (or e-mail it to me if you made it via windows, but I'll give that to you via PM). I'm not starting the story straight away, I need to plan and start to edit Obliviate (gosh it makes me cringe) not to mention I would like a Christmas writing break ^.^

So we shall see Draco's POV in the opening preface, which I know will be called 'Amnesia'. :O

P.s don't listen to 'Say Something' when thinking about Draco and Rory. Might induce tears