The Journal of Sara Snape (Not finished so check daily please)
written by Andromeda Malfoy
For those of you who have read my other book, The Tale of Sara Snape, this is Sara’s diary! Uh, I mean “journal”. She hates it when someone calls it her diary. Have fun reading from her perspective! (Don’t read if u don’t like love stories lol)
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
28
Reads
685
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter 28
I went into the Room of Requirement when I saw Draco crying. “Draco?” I immediately sat down next to him. “This is so hard.” He sobbed. “I know, Draco, I know.” I stroked his hair as he put his head on my lap. “I know what will make you feel better.” I said hopefully. “What?” He asked. “You’ll see next week.”
Of course, one week later was Christmas break. I knew exactly where I was going to take him.
I knocked on his door. Narcissa answered.
I put a blindfold on Draco once we left the Manor.
I lead him to my favorite Puerto Rican food place in London: El Tasty Taco.
“You feel like eating in those stuffy, fancy restaurants, and I like eating Latin food.” I grinned, taking off the blindfold.
We got tacos, and soon, salsa music started to play. “Want to dance?” I extended my hand, standing up. “I can’t dance salsa!” He exclaimed. “I’ll teach you! I’m an expert.” I flipped my hair over my shoulder. He took my hand. “Alright.” He smiled.
We went onto the dance floor. “Ok, like this: 1 2 3, 5 6 7. 1 2 3, 5 6 7.” I told him.
“Good, you’re getting the hang of it now.” I smiled.
Of course, one week later was Christmas break. I knew exactly where I was going to take him.
I knocked on his door. Narcissa answered.
I put a blindfold on Draco once we left the Manor.
I lead him to my favorite Puerto Rican food place in London: El Tasty Taco.
“You feel like eating in those stuffy, fancy restaurants, and I like eating Latin food.” I grinned, taking off the blindfold.
We got tacos, and soon, salsa music started to play. “Want to dance?” I extended my hand, standing up. “I can’t dance salsa!” He exclaimed. “I’ll teach you! I’m an expert.” I flipped my hair over my shoulder. He took my hand. “Alright.” He smiled.
We went onto the dance floor. “Ok, like this: 1 2 3, 5 6 7. 1 2 3, 5 6 7.” I told him.
“Good, you’re getting the hang of it now.” I smiled.
