imagination;

there are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds.

prideprejudce:

“We were friends once.” Hermione refused to make eye contact with him. “Do you remember?”

"Of course I remember Granger.” Draco’s voice lost it’s usual mocking drawl. He spoke bluntly with a trace of bitterness. “How could I forget?”

Hermione suddenly felt like her heart would come bursting out of her ribcage. She felt tears begin to pool in her eyes but refused to show them. He would not see her cry.

“What changed then?” She choked out in a hoarse whisper. “What made us become this? Become enemies? Tell me.”

The room was silent and Hermione saw something pass in his eyes but it disappeared instantly and his eyes hardened.

“We grew up.”

With that, Draco stood up from his place next to her bed and quickly made his way out. The door shut with a loud bang and there was the faint sound of footsteps echoing off into the night.