DRIPS OF FANCY - draco malfoy

The air was thick with anticipation as Alvena sat in the stands with her friends, watching the competitors prepare for the final task of the Triwizard Tournament. The crowd buzzed around her, the nervous energy palpable, but something felt off. Alvena couldn't quite place it, but there was a gnawing sense of unease deep in her chest that refused to let go. She glanced around at the excited faces of her friends—Sage, Stormy, Mattheo, and Blaise—but they all seemed to be lost in the moment, talking about the potential outcomes, their eyes glued to the maze where the task would unfold.
Alvena's gaze remained fixed on the entrance to the maze, her fingers nervously tapping the armrest of her seat. Her heart was beating faster than normal. It wasn't like the usual excitement she felt for the tournament; no, this was different—darker. She tried to shake off the feeling, but it lingered, like a shadow creeping up behind her.
"I swear, I've got a bad feeling about this," she muttered under her breath, more to herself than anyone else.
Sage, who was sitting beside her, glanced at her curiously. "You okay? You look a bit pale."
Alvena nodded stiffly, but the headache that suddenly hit her made her wish she hadn't. The sharp throb behind her eyes was like a dull drumbeat, pushing against her temples. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to ignore it, but the headache only grew stronger, until—suddenly—images began flashing in her mind, one after the other, too fast to comprehend.
Cedric. His body, cold and lifeless, lying in a heap on the ground.
Harry. Running, terrified, his face pale with fear, a thick mist swirling around him. He was in a graveyard, surrounded by death, with a dark figure standing over him, cackling.
Alvena gasped, her hand flying to her forehead, her breath catching in her throat. The visions were so vivid, so real, that for a moment, she wasn't sure if they were a warning or if they were happening right then and there. She could almost feel the chill of the graveyard air, hear the sinister laughter echoing in her mind.
"Alvena?" Sage's voice was sharp with concern as she turned to look at her. "What's going on?"
But before Alvena could respond, the world around her seemed to tilt. She could feel her pulse racing as though the entire stadium was suddenly closing in on her. Everything felt suffocating—too much, too fast.
And then the shout came. "Cedric!" It rang out, cutting through the atmosphere like a blade. Alvena's heart lurched as she saw the figure of Harry Potter emerging from the air, holding something in his arms. The body of Cedric Diggory.
People began screaming. Chaos erupted in the stands. Alvena's stomach twisted in horror as the vision she'd had moments before now seemed to be coming to life in front of her eyes.
No. It couldn't be real.
Panic spread through the crowd like wildfire. Students rushed to the exit, teachers barked commands, and the air became thick with fear. Alvena stood up, disoriented, her legs shaky as she tried to make sense of the scene unfolding before her.
"what happened?" She barely managed to whisper to herself, but the words felt hollow in her mouth.
Before she could process anything else, strong hands gripped her shoulders, and a familiar voice called out her name.
"Alvena!" It was Draco. He had grasped her out of nowhere, his expression tense and urgent. He pulled her to him, steadying her as the crowd around them began to move, pushing toward the exits. "We need to get out of here."
"I—I can't... what's happening?" Alvena stammered, her voice shaking.
Draco didn't waste any time. His grip on her tightened, his touch grounding her in the chaos around them. "We're getting to our houses. Come on, we'll be safer there."
He guided her through the scrambling crowd, but Alvena couldn't focus on anything except the image of Cedric's body and the chilling sense that something worse was coming. Something she wasn't prepared for. Every step felt heavier, as though the air was thick with a terrible certainty she couldn't escape.
When they finally reached the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, Draco turned to her, his face filled with concern. "You okay?" he asked softly, his voice edged with worry.
Alvena shook her head slowly, her breath ragged. "I—I can't be alone, Draco," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the noise of the crowd. "Please don't go."
Draco hesitated, then nodded, understanding more than words could convey. "Alright. I'm not leaving you." He gave her a reassuring look, and without another word, he followed her down the hallway.
They reached her room, and as the door closed behind them, Alvena let out a shuddering breath. Her body felt frozen, her mind still reeling from the visions and the horror she'd just witnessed. She collapsed onto the bed, her hands shaking as she rubbed her forehead, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Draco stood beside the bed, watching her with a worried gaze. "What's going on, Alvena? You're not okay. What wrong?"
Alvena swallowed hard, her throat dry. "I don't know," she whispered. "I saw Cedric... dying. And Harry—he was in a graveyard, Draco. It was like I was there. It was real. I felt it. And now..." Her voice trailed off as she struggled to find the words.
Draco sat next to her, his hand gently resting on her back. "It's okay," he said softly. "Whatever you saw... we'll figure it out. You're not alone."
She turned to face him, her eyes wide with fear. "I don't understand. It's like I saw the future or something. It didn't feel like a dream, Draco. It felt like it was really happening."
His arms enveloped her in a comforting hug. "It's alright, Alvena. You're not crazy. Whatever you saw... we'll get through it together. I'm here."
She held onto him tightly, as though his presence was the only thing anchoring her to reality. "I'm scared, Draco," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I don't know what this means, it's all so wrong."
Draco didn't say anything at first. He just held her, his own fears momentarily forgotten as he focused entirely on comforting her. The minutes passed, the only sound in the room their breathing and the faint echoes of chaos still rippling from the grounds outside.
Eventually, the tension in Alvena's body began to ease, her heartbeat slowing as she found solace in the steady warmth of Draco's embrace. Without realizing it, her eyelids grew heavy, her exhaustion catching up with her.
"Stay with me," she murmured, her voice a whisper against his chest.
Draco nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Always."
And as the room fell silent, the two of them drifted into a deep, restless sleep.