F o r t y

                                    

                                          
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'' I hate snow.'' 
                          
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'' It's almost Christmas, you know.'' Theodore twisted and turned in her bed, '' Maybe you'd like to go out and shop for presents?'' 
                          
Amelie huffed, shifting in her own position to face him, '' Maybe we should.'' 
                          
His heart ached for her. He hated seeing her this way, just as she was finding happiness among all the upheaval — she yet again, hit rock bottom.
                          
'' Love,'' Theodore placed his hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing over her soft skin as he gazed at her, and all the wavy strands of hair spilling over her features, '' Talk to me.'' 
                          
'' I don't want to talk.'' Amelie answered back sternly, '' I don't want to talk to anyone about anything. I said I'm fine.'' 
                          
'' But you're not fine.'' He pulled his touch away, propping himself up on his elbows in the bright lighted room, '' You're a lot of things right now, Amelie, but fine isn't one of them.'' 
                          
She stayed silent, her jaws tensing as every thought she had been holding onto since Malfoy left the manor three days ago crossed her mind. He left her, similar to how she left him after she realized what he had done to her. 
                          
'' I am.'' Her head felt heavy upon her pillow as she tucked her hand underneath it to ease the weight, but nothing could allay the dense sense that was constantly lingering in her chest. 
                          
It felt as if her heart was breaking, over and over. Amelie couldn't sleep — she couldn't stay awake either because all she wished to do was to dream about him, about them. 
                          
'' You're not.'' His arms crossed over his chest while he peered down at her, '' It's snowing, and you don't care. That's how I know that you're not fine.'' 
                          
Her head tilted back to look up at him, her nose scrunched, '' I don't even like snow.'' 
                          
'' I know, and you're always complaining about it, but you're not doing that now.'' He was still looking at her, raising a brow, '' Which means that you're not fine.'' 
                          
'' Can you stop saying the word fine?'' Amelie muttered, bending her head back down as she tucked her chin against her chest, '' It annoys me.'' 
                          
'' Fine.'' He smirked, his teeth on his bottom lip as her eyes rolled. 
                          
'' Fine.'' Amelie turned over to her back, and her eyes glued to the ceiling, '' Is it really snowing?'' 
                          
Theodore chuckled. His messy strands of hair fell over his forehead as he nodded, '' It really is snowing.'' 
                          
'' I hate snow.'' 
                          
'' I know.'' 
                          
Theodore's hand on her shoulder as he shoved her to the side, '' Are you sure that you don't want to talk about it?'' 
                          
Amelie's eyes squeezed shut, and she felt her mannered temper as it slightly failed her, '' What is there to talk about, Teddy? Yes, Draco left. No, he didn't say why and no again, I don't want to talk about it.'' 
                          
'' You didn't even tell me what he did—'' 
                          
'' He lied to me.'' Amelie felt her heart pounding within the walls of her fragile chest, '' He lied to me, and I'll never know—'' 
                          
It struck her in a way that filled her lungs with the air she felt as if she was missing. 
                          
Adrian. 
                          
Adrian was the one who told her about Draco and her father in the first place, she simply overlooked it because her trust in the blonde boy was solid, but now — now she wanted to know more.