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With every rise, there must be a fall. I never understood that saying until that day.
He could have stabbed me and for that I was grateful. He was at my side in the next second trying to wrench my bag away from me. I clung onto it tight.
I was playing ‘the good wife’, asking about his day in the hope that he would realise what I was trying to tell him.
The Sound Of Companionship
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he whispered to my ear.
“OH MY GOD!” I tore my eyes away from Malfoy to see an old lady drop her shopping bags and point at me, saying that damning word which would seal my fate: “WITCH!”
"Why do you think I’m here?” I whispered to her so that the guard would not hear. “I’m here to save you.”
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