Chapter 7 : Mum's Letter
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"This is a really-"
"Oh, shut up, James," I bark at him. That shut him up.
"Merlin, Lyra. You can get scary sometimes," he comments after a moment. I roll my eyes, but only just.
"Okay, here's the plan. You go out there and do what I've told you, okay? Just that, nothing more. And oh, tell Ginny I'm going home with Cassandra, will you?"
"Cassandra? You mean Cassandra Davies? The daughter of Roger Davies?" James says.
"Yes, her. So, make sure that you-"
"But, aren't you enemies with Cassandra? Everyone at Hogwarts know that!" James points out. I scowl at him.
"But, your mother don't. Get it?"
James sighs dramatically. "Alright, Your Highness. I'll do as I told you."
I smile and say, "Good boy." I crane my neck to look for Draco. He is going to enter his car. "Right, he's about to enter his car. You've to go now."
James takes a deep breath, opens his mouth, and screams in the most sickening-voice ever, rivalling Lily's. "MERLIN'S BEARD! THAT'S DRACO MALFOY! THEDRACO MALFOY!"
I almost burst out laughing opon seeing Draco's shocked face. James practically bombards the super star with questions and notebooks. James really is a good actor. He should considere himself to be an actor.
"You're Potter's kid, aren't you?" Draco finally comments. James nods.
"Yeah, why? You want to meet him?" James says, looking perfectly calm, as if he didn't know that his dear father was the biggest enemy of Draco Malfoy.
"Nah, just asking," Draco says.
As Draco busies himself in signing every poster James shoves into his hand, I sneaks into Draco's car. James catches me and quickly excuses himself after thanking about a thousand times. My heart's beating madly. I'm going with Draco to his house. Or maybe apartment. Draco enters his car, starts the engine, and I feel the car moves. He turns on the music player and I listens to the calming music of the Beatles. Mum said that when Draco first listened to their music, he fell in love with them instantly.
Just like he fell in love with my mother.
After about an hour, the car finally stops in front of a really grand-looking building. Unfortunately, the car stops so abruptly that I can't stop myself from hitting the window. I let out a faint "Ouch!" and he jumps off from his seat, hitting his head onto the roof of the car accidentally. He jerks his head around, finding me curled like a cat on the back seat of his car. I grin meekly.
"Hi, Draco. It's me again."
Draco stares at me for about two minutes. I know that because I count it myself. He blinks his eyes for a few times before he clenches his jaw. He opens and closes his mouth, probably about to curse me into oblivion. I close my eyes, waiting anxiously for what he's about to say.
"What are you doing here, Lyra?" he says faintly I barely hear it.
"I... I uh... I wanted to tell you something," I manage.
"About Hermione?" I'm caught off guard when he uses my mother's first name instead of her surname. He himself looks surprised, too.
"Yes, about Mum."
"Well, girl, I don't really have time to listen to your story. I'm busy, you see. I have to-"
"It's not going to be long," I says.
"-and if you will, please see yourself out of my car. I'd ask my elf to-"
"I need you to see this-"
"-and I want you to stop bothering my life because-"
"WILL YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME!" I yell. He shuts up right away. I can feel the familiar feeling of heat of blush crept into my face.
"I'm sorry," I whisper. "I didn't meant to yell."
He closes his eyes and sighs. "Alright, if I listen to you, will you leave me alone after that?"
I nod my head. "Yes, I promise."
"Fine." He gets out of the car and walks to open mine. "This way, girl."
I want to tell him to stop calling me that, but I stop myself from doing so. I don't need to blow my chance. I almost did when I yelled at him and I'm dead sure, by telling him to not calling me something he wants to, he'd probably go away. For good.
"Hello Mr Malfoy, how was the game?" says a man. I can tell that he's a wizard and that this building can probably be a magical one.
"It was fantastic, Dom. Too bad you couldn't watch it," says Draco with his usual charm. I refrain myself from rolling my eyes.
"And who is this girl might be?" said Dom. He looks at the resemblance between me and Draco. "Is she your-"
"No," Draco says calmly. "She's my sister."
I bite my tongue from saying anything or scowling or even snorting. Draco smiles warmly at me and embraces me like he'd done it for thousand of times. It feels weird that everyone will know me as Draco Malfoy's sister when I'm actually his daughter. Am I the one who looks too old or Draco is the one who looks too young?
"Oh, I didn't know you have a sister, sir," Dom says.
"Nor do I," I comment with a sweet smile. Dom looks at me funny and Draco laughs to ease up the tension in the air.
"She lives with my distant Aunt in France. She just came to London yesterday and I offered her to say with me tonight," Draco says. Dom nods.
"Oh well, good night, sir. See you tomorrow." Draco smiles.
"Yes, good night, Dom."
I dare not to talk to him all the way to his apartment. I steal a few glances at him, expecting a cold look on his face. But, he isn't angry at all. In fact, his face is emotionless. When we come into his apartment, he tells me to wait in the living room while he goes to change in his room. I wait for him as I check all around the room. There are pictures of him with his girlfriend and a few with his his best friends; Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. I can't find a picture of him with his family. My eyes catch a hidden frame behind the telly. Curiosity gets the best of me and I check it out. My heart nearly jumps from my body when I find that it's a picture of Draco with Mum.They looked really happy, smiling and waving to the camera. When I hear Draco's footsteps, I quickly put the picture back and throw myself on the couch.
"Thank you for waiting," he says, not a hint of anger in his voice nor his face. "Now, what is it you want to show me?"
"Well, I want to show you this letter Mum wrote for you but she never got the guts to send it. You would find that I am notlying at all."
He looks at me for awhile and gives out his hand. "Okay, where's the letter?"
With my trembling hand, I give the letter to him. He leaves me again to his room to read the letter. I know what's inside the letter. Of course, I know. I've read it myself for like billions of times. I remember Mum sitting on her bed, dying but she forced herself to write that one letter for Draco Malfoy. It's still fresh in my mind, as if it just happened yesterday. Mum, writing the letter with tears falling freely from her eyes, her face looked pale and there circles under her eyes, knowing her life wouldn't be long...
I don't really know what to say. I've tried to write to you for this past few years, but I just couldn't. I always wondered what to write. Should I start with "Dear Draco" or with just "Draco"? Ten years passed and I finally decided to let my hand wrote on its own, not letting my brain to work its logic over me. So, I guess here's what I'm going to say:
I'm dying, Draco. I have a severe brain tumor. The doctors and Healers said I'd be fine, but I know I won't. I can feel it; the life drained from me, the lights around me dimmed. They talk about having me through surgeries. I don't want to do that. I can't. I won't. Because, once I'm through with it, there's a big chance that I won't be me again. That I won't be the Hermione Granger you knew. So, for once in my whole life, I'm not gonna fight. I won't be fighting. I've enough fights all my life and this will be the only time where I'm not fighting.
Anyway, I forgot to tell you something. We have a kid, Draco. A girl. Her name is Lyra Nymphadora, and she looks just like you. You'd be surprised if you met her. She's so tall that people hardly believe she's only twelve. She's really smart, the smartest kid in Beauxbatons. She's also really beautiful. She's like the most beautiful girl I've ever had the chance to meet. She's a really good friend of James Potter. I know, you don't like her to be friends with Harry's kid, but that's that. You have to accept that our girl is the best friend of Harry Potter's son. I can't help to hope them to get married someday. I can already imagine yours and Harry's reaction upon hearing this.
Well, I'm running out of paper, Draco. I think this is where I should say my goodbyes. I don't think you'd get to see me. But, believe me, I sure do hope that we got to meet again. I'm really sorry I left you. I didn't want you to worry over the fact that you got me pregnant when you were going to be the best Quidditch player ever. I love you, Draco. There's never a day where I stop loving you. I can't stop loving you. I'm obsessed over the idea of loving you. I love you more than I love myself. I love you just as much as I love our Lyra.
I'll see you again, blondie. One day, when it's in the middle of winter; the first time I got to know you better than the pompous git I used to know. Remember this, my love: some people are meant to fall in love, but aren't meant to be together. Just like us.
Yours forever, in every life we get to meet again.
The door to Draco's room's opened. His head is bowed down, looking at the paper in his hands. When he lifts his face, I'm beyond shocked. Shock is a vast understandment. He cries, for Merlin's sake. His eyes are red. Hope starts to fill my chest again, like it did a few days ago.
"This is brilliant," he laughs humorlessly. "You wrote it exactly in the way she always did."
I cock an eye brow. "Excuse me?"
"Good work, girl. You even made me cry." He throw the letter into his fireplace. "What rubbish."
I watch at him, horrified with what he just did. The next thing I know, I'm running really fast out of the room. I collide into Dom's arms accidentally. He asks me what happened but I just ask him to Apparate me to Harry's house. He doesnt say anything else and I'm glad he did.
"Thank you, Dom," I say, before entering Grimmauld Place. Dom nods.
"You're welcome, Miss Malfoy," he says with a smile.
Cursed that name forever.
I forgot to tell you this: James is a Gryffindor, Albus and Lyra are Slytherins, Lily is in Ravenclaw.
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