The Half-blood princess | D.M.

August 1996

The return from summer break wasn’t like the precedent years. Usually, Victoire was excited to return to Hogwarts and see her friends and fellow Slytherins, but not this year. This year, Victoire’s heart was heavy and broken, thanks to a certain white-blond haired Slytherin.

She should’ve known better than giving her heart to Draco Malfoy, but even wizard teenagers are no smarter than muggles, they too let their feelings speak before their brain.

Draco had promised to send her letters during break. He was going to some fancy place up north with his parents and Victoire insisted they send each other letters. It was cheesy and old age, but Draco had agreed. He couldn’t say no to her.

Victoire had a lot of fun writing to Draco. She’d fill her letters with little anecdotes of her day and ended them with a kiss from her favorite lipstick - the same one that stained Draco’s uniform collar.

The end of break was approaching and the blond hadn’t given any news nor returned Victoire’s letters...up until two days ago. The letter was written in perfect calligraphy - very Draco, the raven haired girl noted - and smelled just like him. She smiled, excited to read the letter, but her initial smile was soon replaced by trembling lips and blurry eyes.

Dear Victoire,

I’ve been dreading writing this letter all summer, but school is starting again soon and time is running low. You’ve probably been wondering why I never responded to your letters? Truth is, I never read them.

You and I, it was good while it lasted, but I fear we’re facing a problem: I don’t love you. I tried and I thought I did, but, stepping back, love wasn’t what I felt. Lust and desire perhaps, but not love. I don’t think it’s something I’m capable of...

Sorry for everything,

D.

A tear fell onto the paper, smearing the ink.