bludhavensbluebird:

      Her confession comes across as a surprise, an outcome he couldn’t have predicted even if he tried. He’d always assumed she hated him because of his continual blunders in front of her but he never blamed her then. How could he blame her now? It almost breaks his heart to hear her say the word with such shame, to hear her use the word ‘accident’ as a descriptor for herself. A perfect family (or even a family) isn’t something he grew up with, it’s not something he knows in the least but he can’t pretend to know her struggles either. The wizarding world was as unforgiving at times as it was awe striking after all. Brows furrow, a brief moment of silence given to himself to for once think before he spoke. He doesn’t want to devalue what she’s saying nor offend her somehow. Slowly, his eyes find their way back to hers, his good hand following to lay against hers. ❛You’re not a freak. Y’know in some ways you’re even more unique from the rest of us. How many people can say that? I mean, two human parents and you still end up here? That’s pretty amazing. You’re one in a million, Kitty.❜ Idly do his fingers curl around hers, lightly though and enough for her to move away if she pleased. ❛I dunno if things are different. Parentage isn’t something I really know a whole lot about. I don’t know anything besides their names but the way I see it is that anyone who judges you for something you can’t control probably isn’t worth your time anyway.❜

     “So you don’t…?” Her voice trailed off at the first sign of a quiver, in fear he might find something weak or deplorable in her still. She wanted to look away from his gaze, she wanted nothing more then to bashfully avert her eyes like she’d done a thousand times before in the only other two meeting they’d had, but she found herself stuck. He was intense and his gaze was dark and she was more taken with him then she’d like to admit. It was why she wanted to finish what she’d begun saying and why she’d wanted to leave it where it lie all at the same time. If she pressed on and he changed his mind could she bare it? If she never asked how could she ever know he didn’t really hate her? Where his hand fell around hers she jumped, breaking the spell his eyes had put upon hers for a moment long enough for her to realize she’d leaned forward in her anticipation of his answer. She did not rectify this in the way Kitty from the ball or Kitty from the hallway would have, instead of moving away and keeping her guard up she returned the loose grip he had on her hand with one more solid and with more purpose and moved closer to him on the bed. “You don’t care then?” Although the question was still timid there was a spark of hope, a girl who’d made no friends since her arrival who finally saw potential and perhaps even had a little bit of faith in a slytherin of all people peeking through her usual cynicism. “If you hate me…I’d like to know now…so…if you do I can at least leave with my dignity, okay?”

Mar 11 23:16 ( ♥ 18 )