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Moon on Fire by Catazar
Chapter 2 : Invaded
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Draco Malfoy

Ugh! Why the hell did seven have to come so soon!? Such a cruel world I live in where a suitable amount of sleep is too much to ask for. I pull my body up out of bed. I grab some clothes and walk out into the empty corridor. The bathroom door is open, so I take my opportunity to shower. The hot water calms my mind and relaxes my muscles. Satisfied that I've washed off all of my exhaustion, I turn the water off. My previous relaxation is suddenly terminated at the sounds coming from the corridor. I almost forgot that my home has been invaded by my former classmates. Almost. As if the fact that they are here isn't bad enough, every time I see them it's going to remind me of my own dreams. The fire. So much fire. I shake it off, trying to forget as I dry off and hang my towel back up on the hook on the wall. I turn to look in the full length mirror for a moment. Perfect as always. I pull on my pants and then a pair of black jeans. I ignore the need for a shirt altogether. This is my house, damnit. I can wear or not wear whatever the hell I want. I use my wand to dry my hair. I refuse to ever leave my hair wet, seeing as I look like a drowned rat when it is. I shake my hair around, allowing it to resume a perfectly messy look. As I finish brushing my teeth, I hear a loud knocking on the bathroom door. I open the door ever so slightly to see the mudblood standing on the other side. Oh, sodding hell. Her eyes grow wide as they scan over my naked torso. I smirk at her.

"What do you want, Granger?" I ask.

"I need the bathroom," she answers.

"Well, that's a big problem for you, isn't it?" I say smoothly.

"Malfoy, please! My session with your mother is in the morning, so if I don't finish getting ready for work before it starts then I'm going to be late to work! I'm sure that's a foreign concept to you since you've never had to work a day in your life."

Unsure how to respond, I scowl at her and relinquish the bathroom to her. It's not that I don't want to work. My father insists that I live at the manor and live my life until I inherit the manor and the family company from him, just as he did with his father. Despite the fact that Father has successfully returned the value and respect to the Malfoy name, it's not easy for a Deather Eater, former or otherwise, to get a job. People are still scared and paranoid. But Father says it's not important because he has it all taken care of. So, now I spend my days at the manor with Mum. Weasley is standing in the corridor. "What the hell are you doing, Weasley?"

"For your information, Malfoy, I'm waiting for Hermione so we can go to work together after her session," he growls. "We always go to work together and w-"

"I couldn't possibly care less what you do."

"Fine! I don't want to be talking to scum like you anyway! You won't ever have to hear another comment from me again!"

"Oh, don't tease me." I walk over and get right up to him. "Just stay out of my way, or I will make your whole stay here a living hell for you."

I turn away from him and go downstairs to the dining room for breakfast. My father is already sitting in his proper place at the head of the table. Blaise and Cat are eating. Blaise, of course, knew to leave the seat directly to my father's left empty for me. I've known Blaise since we were three years old and he knows the basic rules of how to live around here. That's always my seat. No matter what. I walk over to my seat, resisting the urge to hug my father, and sit down. "Good morning, Daddy."

Typically, my father would simply grunt in response without looking up from either his paper or whatever he would be proccupied with that particular morning. However, this morning he surprises me by looking up at me with what almost looks like a smile. "Good morning, Draco."

I stare at the table, not really hungry for anything this morning. I look over at Blaise who winks at me as he takes a sip from his drink. I respond with a look of genuine confusion for such a gesture. "Why are you winking at me?"

"Did things with Pansy go... well last night?" Blaise hints to me with a tone as if I'm a naughty school boy who pulled a prank that was very wrong, yet mildly amusing. I notice Cat look from me to my father with wide eyes, as if she can't believe Blaise would bring up my sex life in front of my father. I hold in a chuckle at this reaction. My parents are both the coolest parents out there. My father was the first person I told when I lost my virginity. I notice his eyebrows raise slightly in reaction to Blaise's inquiry, bringing me back to the moment.

"We didn't do anything. She just-" I stop. "Wait, how do you know I saw Pansy last night?"

"Well, you seemed so upset yesterday. I thought you could use a little-"

"You sent her to me?" I stare at him with a mixture of disbelief and disgust.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time. Although I wasn't sitting here watching you make that face. So, what's wrong?"

"Nothing! Merlin! Just because I don't feel like shagging the most irritating female on the planet for once doesn't mean there's something wrong with me!"

"I was just asking. Don't get your wand in a knot. And she's not the most irritating female on the planet. She can't be more irritating than Granger, right?" He watches me carefully, but I don't respond. My father's smirk doesn't go unnoticed out of the corner of my eye. He knows my answer already. Apparently so does Blaise. He laughs. "Okay, I'll be spreading that rumour around."

"Hey guys," Zane says, sitting down next to Blaise, followed by Pansy.

"Hi, Draco," Pansy squeaks, clearly still stinging from our conversation last night that didn't end on a particularly classy note. I almost feel bad. Almost.

"Good morning, Pans," I sigh.

"What!? Pansy's here!?" Blaise exclaims, pretending not to notice her. "I can't hear her for some reason."

"Well, you're the lucky one then," I mutter, causing Blaise and Zane to burst out laughing as Pansy shouts a profanity my way. I'm filled with a sense of pride when I hear my father chuckle next to me. We lock eyes for a moment, sharing in a secret exchange that's considered the equivalent to a hug or an atta boy from most people. Pansy reaches across the other boys as if they aren't even there and touches my arm.

"Hey, Dray? Do they make cupcakes that are sugar free or at least reduced sugar?" she asks in an innocent voice. Silence fills the room for a moment as we all process whether or not that was a serious question. My father clears his throat, a gesture he usually does when he's forcing himself not to say something rude.

"Yes," I groan, hating it when she calls me Dray. I pick up a muffin from a platter nearby and set it in front of her. "Pans, this is a muffin. Enjoy."

"We should get to work," Zane says, dragging Blaise and Pansy away from the table. I sit there in silence for a moment, looking across the table to stare at Cat. Her big, brown eyes stare back at me innocently. A huge smile spreads across her face. I can't resist the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

"You don't have to go?" I ask her.

"I don't work," she replies. Her voice is so sweet and girly that she reminds me of a real cat or some other sort of cuddly animal. She watches me, as if she is reading my mind. The idea that she could have been reading my mind seems only more accurate when she calmly says, "Don't worry... you won't be alone all day."

"Oi, Malfoy," a familiar voice says from the doorway. Both my father and I look up in response to the name. Oh great, if it isn't The Boy-Who-Just-Won't-Fucking-Die or whatever the Prophet is calling him these days. He processes the fact that he is surrounded by more than one Malfoy in this house and corrects himself. "Sorry, um, Draco. May I have a word?"

I cringe at the sound of his voice using my first name. "Um, philosophunculist. That's the best I got. Glad we had this talk, Potter."

"Please," he persists as my father tries not to laugh beside me. Father and I exchange a glance, communicating a debate on whether or not I should go. Anyone who doesn't understand my family, which is pretty much everyone, thinks that Father and I never communicate. They would be surpised how much we can say to each other through a simple glance. I roll my eyes and stand up.

"Have a good day at work, Daddy," I say, finally giving in and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He jerks from the surprise of my action, but turns his face toward me. His face against the side of my head is communicated as him mentally hugging me back, even though his arms never lifted from the table. I know what his simple actions mean, even if nobody else does, and that's good enough for me. I follow Potter out of the dining room and into the only empty room in the house. The drawing room. The only room in the manor that we already share memories together in. I hear Potter's voice in my mind. Why didn't you tell her? Bellatrix. You knew it was me. You didn't say anything. Standing in the middle of the room underneath where the chandelier used to be, I watch Potter look around the room. I allow him to go through that night without any interruptions. I've seen a lot of terrible things happen in this room. I've seen a lot of people die in this very room. The reason the room is empty is because all of us refuse to step foot in here, that is until now. It was just easier to avoid the room that held so many horrid memories trapped within its walls. He walks over to the very spot he had been when I was asked to identify him and kneels down. I force myself to keep my face composed, but I walk over and kneel down in front of him, making the memory feel more real. I stare directly into his eyes. I can't even manage to bring my voice any higher than a whisper. "What's this about, Potter?"

"I don't know if I can do this," he whispers back, his mind still clearly stuck in the past.

"Do what?"

"Stay here. In this house. With... all of this." He looks around the room as if to suggest that this single room is enough to corrupt the entire manor. I remember when I said the exact same thing to my mother after the war. I couldn't stand the thought of being here. Standing where he stood. Remembering what he did here. To innocent people. To my parents. To me. There's no way I'm going to admit that weakness to Harry Potter.

"Then leave," I say coldly.

"You know, most people would ask why."

"Most people would be interested. If you can't handle being here then leave."

"Are you just trying to get rid of me?"

"If I was truly trying to get rid of you I would have started this conversation with, 'Let me tell you about what really happened in this room.' I'm not saying this to get rid of you, I'm saying it because nobody is forcing you to be here. If trying to find out what the hell is happening to us with these dreams isn't important to you, then leave."

"It is important! It's just... I'm a little freaked out here. You may find this hard to believe, but I'm not exactly the strongest person, especially when it comes to nightmares."

"I find it hard to believe that you think that I find that hard to believe."

"In my dream, I'm in the middle of some forest... and I'm running from something, but I don't know what. No matter how far I run, it never stops. The forest just keeps going on and on forever. It's like no matter what I do, I'm always going to be running from something and constantly looking over my shoulder."

"Is this some sort of new torture thing? Ramble on about your problems until I go mad and start ripping my hair out? Because I got to tell you, Potter, I really like my hair."

"All I'm saying is that figuring this out is important to me. It's just that for once I wish that we could just be normal."

"I don't think any of us were ever meant to have a normal life."

"No, I suppose not."

"So... a forest, huh?"

"Yeah. Ron's dream is worse. He's being haunted by shadows everywhere he goes. Ginny keeps getting caught up in tornados. Hermione is the only one whose dream isn't really a nightmare."

"Why? What does she see?"

"The moon," a soft voice answers from the entrance. Potter and I both stand up and look over at Granger. She walks further into the room in slow steps. Weasley is standing back, refusing to enter the room. She stands underneath where the chandelier used to be and looks up, tears in her eyes. "When the dream starts, I'm completely surrounded by darkness. Nothing else. And I'm scared, but almost immediately a large, full moon appears and drives all of the darkness away."

"I'd trade for that any day," I mutter.

"What do you see?"

"Fire. It's almost like I'm reliving the Room of Requirement incident, except it's just me. No other people. No objects. Just me and the flames. They surround me fully, but they never actually touch me."

"You just finish your session, Hermione?" Potter asks after a long silence.

She nods. She tears her eyes away from the ceiling and bores her amber eyes deep into my soul. "I, um, I told your mother that..."

"What?" I take a few involuntary steps toward her.

"I told your mother that I thought my dreams were about you."

My eyes widen slightly. I hadn't expected such a statement. "W-why would they be about me?"

She releases a humourless laugh. "Because you look like the moon."

I chuckle at the comparison. That's one way to tell me that I'm too pale. Standing here with Potter and Granger is starting to feel almost comfortable and I realize that we've been in this room far too long. There's something about being in this room that seems to be pulling us all together. After the longest moment of the most uncomfortable silence of my life, we all file out of the room. The three of them all leave for work, and I'm left alone. Alone? Cat. I turn and go back to the dining room. My father is gone. Cat is still sitting at the table playing some muggle game with one of the house elves. I walk over and sit next to her. I watch as she shuffles a deck of playing cards. She splits the deck in half, setting one half down in front of her and the other half down in front of Remy, face down. Cat takes the top card off of the deck and flips it over, setting it down face up on the table. Remy does the same. Cat's card has the number two on it, and Remy's card has the number six on it. Remy takes both cards and puts them in a separate pile next to her. I raise an eyebrow in confusion. They repeat the action, flipping over the top card to reveal the number. Remy - seven. Cat - the letter K. The letter K? Cat takes both cards and puts them in a separate pile next to her. I watch this go on for multiple rounds until I finally understand the concept of the game. Whoever has the higher number gets to keep both cards. Eventually Cat collects all of the cards and shuffles them again.

"Do you want to play?" she asks, her big, round eyes reaching their way deep into my heart. Unable to control my muscles once again, I smile at her. She divides the cards and sets half of them face down in front of me. "Now, in case you didn't catch on completely while watching. The one with the highest number wins. The numbers are two through ten. A J is a jack, which beats the ten, so you can think of it as an eleven. A Q is a queen, like a twelve. A K is a king, like a thirteen. And an A is an ace, which is like a fourteen and beats everything. No matter what the other person has to offer, the ace always wins. If we both put down the same number, we put two more cards face down and then a third card face up. Whoever has the highest of the last card gets to keep all eight cards on the table. Understand?"

I nod, watching her closely. We each flip over the first card. Me - ten. Cat - seven. She slides both cards over to my side. We flip the next card. Me - five. Cat - jack. Cat takes possession of both cards. I'm only half paying attention to what the cards are as I watch her. Her hair is straight, laying gently just past her shoulders, and is an intoxicating colour. It's not an obnoxious orange-red like the Weasleys. It's a deep red. It reminds me of a red velvet cupcake. I can only think to describe it as a passionate colour if there is such a thing. Obviously this isn't her natural hair colour. Her thin eyebrows are a light shade of brown. She pauses, noticing me looking at her, and giggles. Her voice reminds me of a bird singing its song early in the morning. I search my brain for an excuse to hear it again. "So, when are your sessions with my mother?"

"Just after lunch," my mother answers, walking into the room. The only reason my mother had even agreed to do this whole thing was because she realized my dream was more than just a dream. The first few weeks I was having the dream, I would wake up and run into her room. I can still feel the warmth of slithering underneath the blanket inbetween my mother and father.

"So, Draco, what element are you?" Cat asks me as my mother sits down to examine the cards.

I stare at her, bewildered. "Element?"

"I have this theory. Earlier I overheard your friends talking about their dreams. My roommate, um..."


"Right, Pansy. She says her dreams are all about her constantly being covered in blood. Your friend with the long hair?"


"He was telling her that his dreams are of him flying through the sky without a broom or any sort of magic to help him. And the one from breakfast..."


"He was telling them that his dream is always about him drowning in an ocean or something."


"Blood. Element. Sky. Element. Water. Element. What's your element?"


"It won't hurt you. The fire." She says this so simply, not even looking at me. Instead she is flipping one of the playing cards around through her fingers. I mean, technically the fire hasn't touched me in my dream yet. My mother and I exchange a look.

"How do you know that?"

"My element is spirit. I see people who have passed in my dreams. They've never hurt me. Do you know who has the other elements?"

"That depends on what they are."

"Shadows. Moon. Earth. And wind."

"Harry Potter is earth."

"You're sure?"

"He said his dreams are in a forest. Seems pretty earthy to me. The ginger boy is shadows and his sister is wind."

"So the other girl must be moon. Interesting. I would have thought Harry Potter for moon considering his history."

"What does that mean?"

"The moon is supposed to represent the force of all of the different elements. You know, like the moon has a gravitational pull? The person who represents the moon is supposed to be the one who can bring all of the elements together. The dreams aren't trying to torment us, they're trying to teach us. You just have to learn how to control the dream and control your element. At first I was afraid when I was seeing all of these dead people in my dreams, but then I just decided to start talking to them. It's not scary anymore. If you're afraid that the fire is going to hurt you, tell it to back off. You have control over your dreams and your element."

We all sit in silence, making as many connections as we can for each person and their element. I wonder if this is really what's going on or if it's simply a coincidence. I stare off into space as Cat gathers up all of her playing cards. I can tell that my mother is making hundreds of mental notes to keep for later. She checks the time and leaves for her next session. I stand up and follow Cat upstairs, finding myself somehow fascinated by her. We both end up in the sitting room around the corner from where all the bedrooms are. She takes a seat on the couch closest to the roaring fireplace, motioning for me to sit down next to her. As I sit down, I can feel the heat from the fire against my skin, a feeling I've become all too familiar with. She is watching me as if she's expecting me to disappear or do a trick. She reaches over and takes my hand, pulling me toward her. Stretching out to lay down across the couch, she pulls me down on top of her. I'm not sure how I should be feeling or what I should be thinking, but my body just seems to go along with whatever she's wordlessly telling me to do. A small part of me wants to force myself away. I don't even know this girl and she seems far to sweet and innocent for me to just use her. However, another part of me is reminding myself that this was her idea.

"I want to show you something," she whispers, only mere inches away from my face. I feel her fingers slip into my hair and pull me towards her, our lips crashing together. I have no idea what she meant by that or what she wants to show me, but it doesn't seem to matter anymore. I kiss her back passionately. My body wants to focus solely on her, but my mind is distracted by strange hissing and crackling sounds. Luckily, she makes the choice for me, breaking the connection of our lips and turning my face toward the fireplace. The once dull fire is whipping around furiously. My wide eyes shift back to Cat, who smiles and nods at me.

"I-I did that?" I stutter nervously, looking back at the fireplace.

"I told you, you can control your element. I wanted to show you." Her breath is fast and heavy against my neck as I'm mesmerized by the wild flames. I look back her.

"Let's control the fire some more," I hiss roughly. I slip one hand behind her head, allowing my fingers to get tangled in her soft hair, and pull her into another kiss. I smile against her lips as I hear the flames crack again. I let my free hand reach down and slide up under her shirt, gently grazing the skin of her flat stomach. She has much easier access and I am suddenly very glad that I had chosen not to even bother putting a shirt on this morning. It's been a while since I had a beautiful woman touch me like this. Sure Pansy was always all over me, but it's not the same. Pansy was great when I was a teenager, but now I'm just sick of her. This was different. Cat is definitely different from any other girl I've ever met, besides maybe Luna Lovegood. Cat's mind works so much differently and she sees the world in such a unique way. She doesn't seem to care at all about the things that I've done in the past and I've needed that. We break the kiss and relax together on the couch. She doesn't say anything. She simply lays there and plays with my hair while I focus on my thoughts. No pressure.

My breathing begins to even out as I look around the room. A red velvet rope of hair is flowing across my chest. Cat is laying on her side with her back pressed up against my side, her face resting on my shoulder and my arm being held hostage by hers. Awkward moment with the trio aside, it's been a rather enjoyable first day. Breakfast with Dad. Spending time with Cat. Lunch with Mum. Got some reading done. Skip my session with Mum. Hook up with Cat in her room while everyone else is having dinner. Not much to complain about. I'm not quite sure what to think about my relationship with Cat. Obviously we moved extraordinarily fast. But the pace is no different to how it's been with any other girl that I've been with. However, Cat is different than any of the other girls I've been with before. She hasn't really said anything about us or hinted to me in any way that she wants to take what we've done and turn it into a serious relationship. Are we in a relationship now or was it just sex and nothing more? I don't think she's really my type for an actual relationship, but she is beautiful, sweet, and she treats me like an equal despite my past. I find myself captivated by her, but love isn't tied into that captivation. We start to hear voices that signify dinner is over. We jump out of bed, pull our clothes on, and smooth out our hair.

"I should get out of here," I say to Cat as I make my way to the door. "Trust me, neither of us want me to be here when Pansy gets back."


"She might kill us both." I grasp the doorknob, then pause. "Cat? Are we in a relationship?"


"No! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"I was just surprised. You kind of have a reputation. I'm not expecting a relationship as anything more than friends. This is just something that happened. But you can always tell that friend of yours it's something more if you like. He seems to be quite interested in that area of your life."

"Ha, Blaise loves to have all of the details of everybody elses personal lives."

"Seems more like he enjoys pressuring you about your sex life from the conversation you had at breakfast this morning."

"Yeah, well... that's just Blaise."

"Well, next time he pressures you, you can always come see me and we can just hang out and pretend to have sex."

A genuine laugh escapes my lips at the statement, enjoying how casual and fun she is with the situation. "Goodnight, Cat."

"Goodnight, Draco." She gives me a kiss on the cheek before I step out into the hallway. Unfortunately I make my way into the hallway just as Zane is going back into his room and sees me. If there is one thing about Zane to be sure about, it's that once he knows something he tells everyone else he sees whether he knows them or not. I can hear Weasley and Weaslette fighting behind the closed door of Potter and Weasley's room. Rolling my eyes, I try to block them out. I decide to just go down the hall to the sitting room to relax. My father decorated the entire sitting room to look exactly like the Slytherin Common Room at Hogwarts for me, so it quickly became my favourite room in the entire house. I freeze in the doorway. I have always been used to having this room all to myself whenever I wanted. However, at the moment a familiar, brown, bushy-haired head is sitting on the couch with its back to me. Making sure not to make a sound, I tip toe up behind her and peer over her shoulder. A book is sitting open on her lap. I reach over and snatch the book away from her, being sure not to lose her page. She stands up and spins around, her angry eyes stabbing into me.

"Give it back, Malfoy!" she demands.

"What are you reading, Granger?" I examine the book in my hands. She walks around the couch and closes in on me. "Awh, a love story. How nice!"

"Okay, very funny. Give it back." She reaches out to retrieve her property, but I lift it over my head and just out of reach.

"Ha! 'And they both live happily ever after.' Pass! Try again, losers! Happily ever after? How often does that actually happen in reality? The best outcome this princess can hope for is that her prince marries her and ends up sleeping with her sister or best friend on the side. Then he can live happily ever after with her instead while the poor princess is stuck with the happily ever now that was hers for a little while. Sounds more realistic to me."

"Just because your idea of love is warped, don't trash the rest of us."

"You believe in this rubbish?" I scoff, tossing the book back to her. Her eyes grow sad, making her look so innocent and small.

"I want to." She takes another step or two toward me. "After all the things you've seen, don't you want to believe that things can end up alright?"

"After all the things you've seen, you should know... there's no such thing as happily ever after."

She stares at me in disbelief as I back out of the room. I suppose I have to abandon the idea of relaxing in the sitting room for the night. There's no way I would be able to relax with her in the room. I walk slowly to my own bedroom, dragging my feet across the floor. I push the door open and witness my father sitting on the end of my bed. Closing the door behind me, I stumble over to him and sit down. It takes him a long moment before he finally looks at me.

"I missed you at dinner tonight," Father tells me, seeming almost uncomfortable with his own confession. "Your mother tells me you've made fast friends with the young lady from this morning."

"Cat," I force out. "She was a year younger than me in school. Hufflepuff."

"Well, she's a very beautiful girl. But I hope you won't make a habit out of missing dinner. I'm aware of your reputation with the ladies, but it would be nice if I could actually see my son after a long day."

"Sorry, Father. I won't miss it again."

"Good." We sit there in silence for a while. I can feel his eyes on me as I stare at the floor. I wonder what he's thinking about, but I don't feel comfortable asking him. He clears his throat. "So, your mother explained this whole thing with the elements to everyone at dinner."

"Oh, yeah? Do you believe in it?"

"I think that all of you are ready to believe in anything that will give some sort of explanation for what's been happening to you. I won't deny that it is a possibility and could be part of this. We can't really know for sure yet."

"Sounds like Mum is going to have a long day in all of her sessions tomorrow." I stand up and shuffle some things around to make myself look busy. I truly love my father, but being alone with him like this is always awkward. I never know what to say to him. I don't want to say something stupid in front of him. I can feel his eyes on me as I move about the room.

"Is everything alright, Draco?" Father stands up and walks over to me, putting his hands on my shoulders.

"Of course." I force myself to look into his eyes. The cold eyes, typically empty of emotion, are glazed with genuine concern. "It's just a bit odd having all of these people living here now."

"I know this must be very difficult for you. It's difficult for me as well. This house is supposed to be a sanctuary for you, then the Dark Lord took it over, and now this. I'm very sorry. We're going to figure out all of this dream nonsense and then the house will be your sanctuary once more."

"What if this place never feels safe again?"

"Draco, my son, you've had to put up with a lot over these past few years and that's my fault-"

"Dad, no, it's not-"

"It is, Draco. We can try to ignore it all we want but facts are facts. I could've done more to protect you and keep you out of that world and I didn't. You have suffered greatly and now you need a place where you can feel safe. If you can't make it work here then we'll go someplace else."

I stand there in silence, completely taken aback by this statement. That was probably the most thoughtful and compassionate thing he has ever said to me. Is he seriously trying to tell me that if I don't feel comfortable here that he's willing to just pick up everything and leave for me? He was never willing to drop anything for me and now he's willing to leave behind a home that's been in the family for so many countless years? I try to speak, but I keep choking on the words.

"Just give it time, son. In the meantime, you should get some sleep." He leads me over to my bed and gestures for me to slip in underneath the sheets. Still unsure how to respond to everything he has said to me tonight, I do as instructed. He stares down at me as I make myself comfortable and pull the sheets up under my chin. An almost smile tugs at the sides of his lips before he eliminates the light in the room. Already I feel sleep persuading my eyes to close. As sleep begins to fully engulf me I can feel my father's lips against my forehead. "Goodnight my little dragon."

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