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I pause, looking at the sky again. Then, after long moments, I say, "That night at the Christmas party. When we sat on the roof for hours. Just the two of us, even though you hated me. I didn't want to fall in love with you, but the longer we sat there, I just did. The more you spoke, the more I loved you."

I love them so much, their love is so pure and so majestic, oh my sweet babies ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

"Snape, um." I shrug awkwardly. "I made a deal with him at the start of the year. If I helped him – just with random stuff – he would, well. Protect you, I guess."

A MAN, A MAN, A MANNNNNNN
Draco is literally the absolute gentleman, I also thought he hated her, but NO, it was the COMPLETE opposite, he was doing everything to protect her from the beginning, oh my sweetheart 🥹🥹🫶🏻

But Draco's eyes are on my neck. "You still wear it?"
My hand jumps to the necklace. Its chain is nearly invisible, but the tiny star pendant gleams between my collarbones; the strapless top a gracious escape from the confines of my school uniform. "I've never taken it off."

"And when we stand on the platform and he has no choice but to go home, to go back to a house built on unhappiness; when he has turned away and his hand has slipped out of mine and he thinks I am no longer watching, I catch a sour expression pulling at his pale face. The boy who had no choice."

And then; "God, I've missed you."
"Say it," I say, so abruptly that he pulls away ever so slightly, to look at me questioningly. "Say the name."
"Oh." He pauses, the ghost of a smile in his sad eyes. "I've missed you, Belly."
I hiccup, trying to hold him closer. "I've missed you too."

I'M, THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME, MY HEART IS GOING TO BREAK, I'VE WAITED FOR THIS MOMENT FOR SO LONG, OH GOD, FINALLY.

"However, as I cross the Hogwarts courtyard to my next class, I realize I've never quite appreciated how blue the sky can be."

ABSOLUTE LITTERATURE WE GOT HERE

[...] "I notice a small brown package at the end of my bed. I unwrap it curiously - my first Christmas present of the year - and out falls a delicate, silver necklace.

A small star pendant dangles at the end of the necklace. When I look closer to admire it, I notice its tiny engravings: I.Y. - my initials.

My own star. "