DIG UP MY BONES — D.M.
PIECE ME BACK TOGETHER — Y/N has loved Draco Malfoy in a deliberate silence. She never says it; not because she fears it, or because she has any particular fear of it. But, for one simple truth; Draco Malfoy does not love her back. Y/N is convinced of it. It’s not love that keeps them in near constant orbit of one another— it’s not love that brings him back to her time and time again like a meteor striking the earth. It’s certainly not love when he retreats back into the safety of another’s arms— into the arms of Astoria Greengrass who is both too kind to hate and too beautiful to disregard. No. That would be too easy. Instead, Astoria is soft in a way most Slytherin’s should not be. Astoria is steadfast and careful and patient, whereas Y/N is fierce and impulsive and combative. Comparison is the root of a slow and painful death; but Y/N can’t help but wonder what it would have been like if she herself were easier to swallow. If she could pick apart her bones to fit a different mould. It would all be so much easier if Y/N could hate them both and be done with it. Instead, there is an understanding; Astoria will turn a blind eye when it comes to Draco’s complicated relationship with Y/N— and Y/N? She’ll pretend like watching the person she loves be with another isn’t slowly burying her alive. It’s their 7th year now— with graduation on the horizon. But, Y/N’s dilemma has little to do with what she wants to become and the life she’ll lead. No, her only problem has to do with the impending choice for her and Draco; whether he’ll make the choice he needs to make, or leave it to Y/N to choose for him.
DIG UP MY BONES — D.M.
PIECE ME BACK TOGETHER — Y/N has loved Draco Malfoy in a deliberate silence. She never says it; not because she fears it, or because she has any particular fear of it. But, for one simple truth; Draco Malfoy does not love her back. Y/N is convinced of it. It’s not love that keeps them in near constant orbit of one another— it’s not love that brings him back to her time and time again like a meteor striking the earth. It’s certainly not love when he retreats back into the safety of another’s arms— into the arms of Astoria Greengrass who is both too kind to hate and too beautiful to disregard. No. That would be too easy. Instead, Astoria is soft in a way most Slytherin’s should not be. Astoria is steadfast and careful and patient, whereas Y/N is fierce and impulsive and combative. Comparison is the root of a slow and painful death; but Y/N can’t help but wonder what it would have been like if she herself were easier to swallow. If she could pick apart her bones to fit a different mould. It would all be so much easier if Y/N could hate them both and be done with it. Instead, there is an understanding; Astoria will turn a blind eye when it comes to Draco’s complicated relationship with Y/N— and Y/N? She’ll pretend like watching the person she loves be with another isn’t slowly burying her alive. It’s their 7th year now— with graduation on the horizon. But, Y/N’s dilemma has little to do with what she wants to become and the life she’ll lead. No, her only problem has to do with the impending choice for her and Draco; whether he’ll make the choice he needs to make, or leave it to Y/N to choose for him.