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alt_dracoOn this day in June, 1997.
Party, friends, celebrations, secrets.
Still not right in the head. Too much punch, now wondering vaguely if my mind concocted what's come thru the colocation box/ring. But I recognised the parchment. Off-cream colour, cheap. Rumbled, I mean rumpled.
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Draco,
Happy birthday. I hope you enjoyed your party. I suppose you're all grown up now.
I could hear it from my cubby. Everyone sounded so happy. I couldn't help but--
I wish things were different. That I could be at the party with everyone else, and with you. A proper student, instead of having to learn in secret. And that we could tell everyone.
I know it's a dangerous thing to imagine, but sometimes I can't help it. And some nights, after we leave the hidden room and you go back to your dormitory and I go back to my cubby, I keep talking to you in my head. It almost feels like you're with me. Almost.
And when I close my eyes, I can still see you. I've been fighting it ever so long but there are some things you just can't fight. And I know that's no good, too. It doesn't help matters, not one bit. I know you don't want to hear it but I just have to tell you, now that you're grown. Now that we both are.
Whatever can I do?
-Hermione
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How to answer, how to say it. If she really means this... What now, indeed.
S.S. will be displeased.
Got to sleep. Dreams, I can already guess what they'll be.
H E R mione
Her
.,,...~~
Party, friends, celebrations, secrets.
Still not right in the head. Too much punch, now wondering vaguely if my mind concocted what's come thru the colocation box/ring. But I recognised the parchment. Off-cream colour, cheap. Rumbled, I mean rumpled.
-----
Draco,
Happy birthday. I hope you enjoyed your party. I suppose you're all grown up now.
I could hear it from my cubby. Everyone sounded so happy. I couldn't help but--
I wish things were different. That I could be at the party with everyone else, and with you. A proper student, instead of having to learn in secret. And that we could tell everyone.
I know it's a dangerous thing to imagine, but sometimes I can't help it. And some nights, after we leave the hidden room and you go back to your dormitory and I go back to my cubby, I keep talking to you in my head. It almost feels like you're with me. Almost.
And when I close my eyes, I can still see you. I've been fighting it ever so long but there are some things you just can't fight. And I know that's no good, too. It doesn't help matters, not one bit. I know you don't want to hear it but I just have to tell you, now that you're grown. Now that we both are.
Whatever can I do?
-Hermione
-----
How to answer, how to say it. If she really means this... What now, indeed.
S.S. will be displeased.
Got to sleep. Dreams, I can already guess what they'll be.
H E R mione
Her
.,,...~~
