Me Paenitet He likes to watch the moon, she knows. After he thinks she's gone to sleep, he'll sit by the windows with the curtains pulled back, thinking. Like he's waiting for something. Or nothing at all. And she knows he can feel her watching, but months pass before she can find the courage to speak.Me Paenitet by SkyborneVeggie
"Why do you love the moon, Draco?" Whispers echo, and she's afraid to have broken a rule left unsaid. There is no reply. She knows there never will be. But pauses pass, and he's rising to turn. A painful, open expression sears his eyes, in a way she's never seen. Then it's gone and his face is coarse, hard, like it was before she healed him. The words that follow aren't his.
"I don't love the moon, I hate it." Lies.
"You are not your father." She slips away without a sound.
In the morning, they pretend it never happened.