The Usual Suspects
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
1,919
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Epilogue
Mary had been missing from school a week when Draco was stopped at the classroom door after potions. "Draco," he heard Snape drawl, "I wish to speak with you."
Draco stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing with annoyance. He had far better things to do than listen to whatever crap Snape was going to throw at him this time. Still, he'd been on the professor's bad side enough lately that he turned back, though he didn't bother to conceal his displeasure. "What is it this time?"
Snape's dark eyes tried to fix themselves to Draco's, but the boy looked away. They'd been through this, too. "Unless I am mistaken, you were somewhat... close with Miss Terrell?"
"I knew her," Draco said shortly. He turned his head away, gray eyes hardening to steel. It was none of Snape's business if he knew her or not, though some small part of him wondered if this had anything to do with her absence.
Draco turned back to Snape, his pale brows lowering. "I had nothing to do with her leaving, so don't try to pin that on me too!" he snapped. His chest constricted at even the thought.
"Calm yourself, Draco," Snape said. With a flick of his wrist, he produced a small, black leather book. "Miss Terrell requested that this be given to you." He held the book out expectantly, and Draco took it.
"What's this?" he asked with a sneer. "A diary? I don't want it, you can have it back."
"Take it, Draco. Now go, before I assign you yet another detention that you will not keep."
Draco glared his displeasure, but left all the same. He strode through the corridors, pushing aside those who didn't automatically move for him. He was trying to forget her, and it seemed that everything was conspiring against him.
He walked with purpose, but with little thought until he found himself in the Room of Requirement. He raged for some time, cursing Snape, cursing his lot in life, before he finally sat on the low bed along one wall.
Perhaps it was morbid curiosity that taunted him to open the little book. Perhaps it was that sadistic side of himself that read through it. Perhaps it was masochism in the end.
He sat for some time after reading the last page, marred with dusty brick-red droplets. Then, all at once he pushed to his feet, leaving the journal in its place on the bed. Without a glance back, he headed for the door, pausing on the threshold. She was just a fuck, he told himself. Easy to replace. Draco left, closing the door softly behind himself. Maybe in time he'd come to believe that.
Draco stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing with annoyance. He had far better things to do than listen to whatever crap Snape was going to throw at him this time. Still, he'd been on the professor's bad side enough lately that he turned back, though he didn't bother to conceal his displeasure. "What is it this time?"
Snape's dark eyes tried to fix themselves to Draco's, but the boy looked away. They'd been through this, too. "Unless I am mistaken, you were somewhat... close with Miss Terrell?"
"I knew her," Draco said shortly. He turned his head away, gray eyes hardening to steel. It was none of Snape's business if he knew her or not, though some small part of him wondered if this had anything to do with her absence.
Draco turned back to Snape, his pale brows lowering. "I had nothing to do with her leaving, so don't try to pin that on me too!" he snapped. His chest constricted at even the thought.
"Calm yourself, Draco," Snape said. With a flick of his wrist, he produced a small, black leather book. "Miss Terrell requested that this be given to you." He held the book out expectantly, and Draco took it.
"What's this?" he asked with a sneer. "A diary? I don't want it, you can have it back."
"Take it, Draco. Now go, before I assign you yet another detention that you will not keep."
Draco glared his displeasure, but left all the same. He strode through the corridors, pushing aside those who didn't automatically move for him. He was trying to forget her, and it seemed that everything was conspiring against him.
He walked with purpose, but with little thought until he found himself in the Room of Requirement. He raged for some time, cursing Snape, cursing his lot in life, before he finally sat on the low bed along one wall.
Perhaps it was morbid curiosity that taunted him to open the little book. Perhaps it was that sadistic side of himself that read through it. Perhaps it was masochism in the end.
He sat for some time after reading the last page, marred with dusty brick-red droplets. Then, all at once he pushed to his feet, leaving the journal in its place on the bed. Without a glance back, he headed for the door, pausing on the threshold. She was just a fuck, he told himself. Easy to replace. Draco left, closing the door softly behind himself. Maybe in time he'd come to believe that.