Winning Over Slytherin | Draco Malfoy

Chapter 54: Home... for Now

H O M E... F O R   N O W

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I want to wake up, and be happy. Genuinely, profusely happy. And yet, I can't. That feeling is foreign to me now.
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Mal's POV

A couple weeks had passed and my friends and I had all stayed back to help with the final organizing before finally departing back to our homes.

Our parents greeted us warmly and I kept the I'm fine smile on my face the whole time. I left my bags in my room and headed over to Mione's.

"Are we done?" I asked her, exhaustion lacing my voice.

"Done?"

"Being in mortal danger?"

"I don't think we'll ever be done. But for now, I think we have a month with our parents before we must leave."

"And make them forget about us." I whispered.

"Yes. A month." She already sounded nostalgic.

"Well. I'm taking an afternoon from that month. This afternoon. I'm going to my room, I need to lay down."

"Alright. I'll be here, unpacking." I nodded and left her room to go to mine. Wow, when I left my bags in here I didn't truly look at it. I looked around and was reminded of how my heart tore apart a couple weeks ago.

I had a couple polaroid pictures of us on the walls, a photo booth picture on the mirror, the book he gifted me on the bookshelf, the black shirt he gave me from our very first christmas together so many years ago was folded neatly on the edge of the bed. The flower he had gifted me was somehow still alive and in a vase in my room. That flower looks like it's going to last longer than my relationship did. I sighed and grabbed an empty box in my room, and shoved everything in there. All of it. The pictures, the book, the shirt, the flower. I picked up the box and started heading downstairs when Mione stopped me.

"What's that?"

"Just... things I don't need." I tried to move the box away from her.

"Ooo, let me see. You have good stuff." She tried to peek inside the box but I moved it away.

"No!"

"Why? What's really in there Mal? Let me see." She grabbed the box from my hands and ran to her room with it.

"Hermione give it back!"

"No I want to— oh." I sighed in defeat when she picked up a picture from inside the box. "Things you don't need, huh?"

"Yeah." I shrugged.

"What happened Mal?" She sat on her bed and patted next to her for me to sit down.

"We broke up." I said in as monotone a voice as possible.

"Just now?" She sounded confused.

"About a month ago. The night when..."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"A lot was going on. We were all preoccupied and you guys were blaming him and... it was all just a lot."

"I am so sorry Mal."

"Yeah, right. You've been wanting us to break up."
I rolled my eyes at her.

"That's not exactly true. I don't like him but seeing you happy was better than how you've been this past month."

"I've been fine."