"I was a fool to think I could ever stay away from you as a kid. Just a taste of temptation and you'll have its sweetness on your lips forever."
Draco Malfoy and Estelle Vaile were allowed to care about each other once. How long can you ignore the...
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❝Warm cup of tea
always helps.❞
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Chapter 12
Impulses
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-July 3rd-
With a flash of green light and the tug of magic against my skin, I landed roughly in a dusty fireplace unevenly distributing my weight on my thin flats. My forehead met a woven carpet before I had a chance to brace myself with my hands. The burn of the carpet sliding against my skin made me give a wet cry. Large hands suddenly appeared on my shoulder and helped me up. It took a second for the spinning in my head to clear enough for me to see with my already watery eyes leaking juicy tears down my cheeks. A thin man with a fading hairline of bright red hair stared down at me, slightly horrified, and helped me stand to my feet.
"I'm sorry for showing up like this. So impolite. I need to see Ron. Ron Weasley? He's here, right?" I stammered out frantically barely legible but the man clearly had experience listening to distressed children and understood perfectly, "He said anytime! Anytime! Please, sir. I need to see Ron."
"Molly," The man called out slowly in a panicked way and confirmed he was, in fact, Arthur Weasley, "Come here. Quickly."
A tired-looking red-haired woman appeared around the corner drying her hands with a tattered hand towel, "Arthur, if I don't get these dishes done tonight-."
The sight of a small, quivering little girl covered in soot froze her mid-step. Desperation pushed me forward, "I need to see Ron. Please, Ma'am."
Her shocked expression melted when her eyes fully took in my state. The snotty nose, tears, hyperventilating chest, and soot-covered white dress softened her eyes as she quickly made her way to me. Reflexively I backed away from the quick-paced mother, "I'm sorry I-I shouldn't have barged in. I just- Ron. I need to tell Ron something."
"You must be Estelle, right?" She smiled warmly with extreme gentleness like she was talking to a spooked horse, "I'm afraid Ron's asleep. It's very late, Dear."
"I'm sorry!" I wailed with a shutter of tears making Mr. Weasley's body tense from stress, "This is so rude. Ron said- Ron said I could come. He said anytime. I need to tell him something."
Molly simply placed her hands on my shoulders, leaning down to my level slightly, and smiled, "You are quite alright. How about Mr. Weasley goes and makes you a hot tea to calm you down? It always helped my son, Charlie, when he was your age. I think you might be having a panic attack, darling. Why don't you tell me what's going on?"
