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![If only I could turn back time.. If only I had said what I still hide.. [♫]
- Draco Malfoy, 7th year - Pensieve Memory - Dramione version -
Another week had passed and there was never really a peaceful moment in Hogwarts anymore. Draco made his way to the only place he knew he would have a bit space from the noise : the Room of Requirements. It was empty and quiet. It’s perfect, just perfect to sort things through. Draco looked tired. Everything just seems so wrong. DADA class with Carrows and their unforgivable curses lesson, his family, and of course, He-Who-Was-Not-Be-Named.
He walked to the cabinet, and opened it slowly. Staring at the pensieve, he touched it slowly, and then Draco picking up his wand and he touched his temple to retrieve the memory. Yes, that memory. Again. The memory of the last Yule Ball, the memory of her, the thing that was keeping him sane through all this time. Draco watched the memory glowed and his chest ached in pain, reminded of the whole act that he have to do to save her from all this madness. Maybe, Draco thought. Maybe just this once, his life will be worth something. For her.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln09t1sNyL1qa1rooo1_r2_500.gif)
If only I could turn back time..
If only I had said what I still hide.. [♫]- Draco Malfoy, 7th year - Pensieve Memory - Dramione version -
Another week had passed and there was never really a peaceful moment in Hogwarts anymore. Draco made his way to the only place he knew he would have a bit space from the noise : the Room of Requirements. It was empty and quiet. It’s perfect, just perfect to sort things through. Draco looked tired. Everything just seems so wrong. DADA class with Carrows and their unforgivable curses lesson, his family, and of course, He-Who-Was-Not-Be-Named.
He walked to the cabinet, and opened it slowly. Staring at the pensieve, he touched it slowly, and then Draco picking up his wand and he touched his temple to retrieve the memory. Yes, that memory. Again. The memory of the last Yule Ball, the memory of her, the thing that was keeping him sane through all this time. Draco watched the memory glowed and his chest ached in pain, reminded of the whole act that he have to do to save her from all this madness. Maybe, Draco thought. Maybe just this once, his life will be worth something. For her.
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