I saw her again today.
We actually got along reasonably well. Sometimes I think that perhaps we can be friends at least. I miss talking to her so much. There is little that I would rather do than pass my days chatting with her, spending time with her, just being with her. The things I would
rather do would involve being far more than friends.
I wallow in such thoughts, but then remind myself of who I am and who she is. I remind myself of Smith and try to stop thinking that somewhere out there, right now, she sits with him, touches him, perhaps kisses him. He’s certainly made sure
to let me know that they are comfortable touching one another.
She still has my Valentine. I could tell that much. I suppose that implies that I still mean something to her. I wonder if I mean as much to her as she does to me. Sometimes, in the way she looks at me, I see it. I remember our dance
and wonder whether there is not hope for us after all.
The incident last night almost seems like a dream now, but I know that it portends dark circumstances to come. I will not make the same mistakes I made the last time.
I will not
give up on her without a fight. Even it is only as friends, I will be in her life if she will have me, Smith be damned. If she tells me to go, I will, but until then, I will fight.
I am a Malfoy, and Malfoy’s always get what they deserve.