Always. (A Draco Malfoy Story)

Diadem.

It's been about a month since I received the letter from Harry.

One month... and I still haven't responded.

They've been to Gringott's... so I'm assuming they remember me, but they still don't know that I'm also Rosie.

Why does that one letter give me so much anxiety?

I can't tell them I'm Rosie yet... just in case Voldemort somehow finds out, so I've basically avoided the whole situation all together.

I've been in touch with Draco, sending letters back and forth to each other. I always try to convince Sev to let me stay the estate over the weekends... but he already know that I'd really be at the Manor, so he always denies my request.

It's not an entire loss though. Since I don't really care for spending time with anyone else here, I've taken the liberty to sleep throughout the day most of the time. I always feel refreshed, which is a nice change considering how fucked up life is getting. Everything is starting to drain the energy out of me again... I don't even bother to make fun of Pansy or the Carrow twins as much as I used to.

On my way to my weekly meeting with Snape in his office, I've actually seen him walk across the courtyard, gliding quickly.
My interest grew as to what he was doing or where he was going, so I followed him.

I followed him down a familiar corridor and immediately knew where he was headed to: the Room of Requirement.

I stayed behind a pillar as I watched him look down both sides of the hallways, ensuring that the coast was clear before attempting to create the doorframe.
He stood in front of the empty wall for a few minutes, but to no avail, did not conjure up the entryway to the room.

I smirk before quietly walking up behind him. I guess I weren't quiet enough, because he suddenly turns around to face me, his wand at the ready.

I throw my hands up in surrender, "Whoa whoa whoa, it's just me. Imagine it was another student."

He rolls his eyes before putting his wand back into his robe, "A normal student would dare to sneak up on me."

I giggle, "I think it's been established that I am far from normal, at this point." I walk up to him and also stand in front of the empty wall.

"Getting frustrated?" I ask.

He stays silent.

"I must admit... I didn't think you would get this far. It's definitely in there... sucks you can't actually get in though." I place my hands on my hips and shrug, "If only you would tell me about your plan... then I could help you."

He rolls his eyes, "Your assistance is not required."

"Are you sure about that? Cause I happen to know exactly where it is inside of this room." I begin to taunt him.
I lied. I don't know where it is in the room, but at this point, I just need him to tell me something about this devious plan he's following and I could tell he was getting very annoyed with me constantly asking.

He was about to say something when I felt another cold gust of wind brush by me. Snape could also feel it, making him quickly say, "Go to the office. Come back right after, no trips to the Manor."

I smile before saying, "Whatever you say."

-

I got to Snape's office, charmed into Joy and disapparated to the estate, where Lord Voldy was already waiting for me.

"You're late."

I roll my eyes, "Well, I'm still enrolled in school as part of your 'plan', so that's your fault."

"You're still attending Hogwarts? That's not needed now that we've already infiltrated the grounds," He mentioned.

"So you expect me to just stay here, all day? No thanks." I huffed. I walk over to my bed and jump on it.

Voldemort stares at me when I ask, "So, what have you summoned me for this time?"

"There is something at Hogwarts that I require: a diadem," He explains.

I think to myself, 'you and everyone else apparently.'

He continues on, "Find it for me, will you?"

I sigh, "What's in it for me?"

"...I let you live." He says blindly.

I raise my eyebrows, "Bloody hell, why are you so fucking serious all the time? Lighten up for once."

He mentions, "It once belonged to Rowena Ravenclaw. Unfortunately, she will no longer help me. Find it."

With those last words, he disapparated out of my bedroom.
I look at the empty space of where he was standing and begin to contemplate. This entire thing needs to hurry the fuck up.

I grab my quill and begin to write:

Harry,

What do you need to know? I'll help you however I can.

Rosie