Previously:
He collapsed on top of me, our breathing mingling. He kissed my head softly. "You're so perfect," he whispered. I was too exhausted to respond. "Come on, let me help you clean up," he said, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me to the bathroom connected to his room.
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It had been a few weeks since that night, and honestly, I felt lighter, more refreshed, happier even. Still, I couldn't ignore him, he tried to play off the pain in his arm, but I could see it was hurting him far more than he let on. I asked Pansy to make something to ease it; she did, and surprisingly, it was actually helping.
Our N.E.W.T.s were looming, and I barely realized how fast the year had slipped by no chaos, no drama, everything somehow perfectly in place. Pansy, Daphne, and I were curled up on the common room couch, planning and plotting what little mischief or fun we could still squeeze in.
Then Draco and Blaise walked in. Blaise dropped onto the couch with Pansy, while Draco slid beside me, his arm draping over my shoulders. "Are you girls ready?" Blaise asked casually. "For what?" I tilted my head, suspicious. "Party," he said with a grin. "McGonagall will kill you if she finds out," Daphne muttered sharply.
Apparently, Slytherin had a reputation for throwing wild parties for all seventh-years. Every house was invited, usually around the holidays when the younger students went home. The common room transformed into a blasting DJ stage with a bar, a celebration of graduation and the step into the next chapter of our lives.
"I doubt she'd want it stopped. She knows it's just a little fun tradition for us graduating students," I replied, shrugging.
"Who's planning this year?" Pansy asked, curiosity lighting her face. "Right in front of you... and beside you," Draco replied smoothly, his arm still resting casually over my shoulders. "You both?" I narrowed my eyes, suspicious.
"I'm offended, darling," he said, feigning mock horror, "you don't think I'm capable of throwing the century's best party?" I rolled my eyes. "Quite the opposite, actually. I fear you might go so overboard the room might catch on fire," I said, leaning my head against his shoulder and gazing up at him. His eyes were as dangerous and captivating as ever.
Then he leaned closer, whispering just loud enough for me to hear, "Careful, love. I can almost see your... needy side." A flush swept over me. I pulled back, clearing my throat to hide it, but I could hear his soft chuckle behind me.
Bastard
"What's the theme?" Daphne asked, turning to Blaise and then Draco. "We haven't decided yet. You girls can give us some options," Blaise said. "How about a Twilight Masquerade?" Pansy suggested.
"Or Ice and Fire?" Daphne added. "I was thinking," I began, "we could make the first part sweet, showing all our Hogwarts memories, and then gradually dim the lights, bring out the drinks, and let the real fun begin."
"Not bad, Y/N," Blaise said, a grin tugging at his lips. "We can ask everyone who wants to share their happiest Hogwarts memories, then project them at the start," he continued. "And after that... we show them exactly why Slytherin is known as the party house.
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The next few days slipped by in a blur. Blaise and Draco were tied up with the party preparations arrangements, invitations, all the details that seemed to consume their time. As for me, I was drowning myself in books, pouring over pages on ancient magic, desperate to find anything that might help Draco finally be free of his pain.
"Hi."
I looked up from the heavy tome in front of me to see a small group of students hovering nearby no older than first-years. A mix of Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors, wide-eyed and whispering among themselves.
I offered them a gentle smile. "Hello. What can I help you with?" I asked, making sure to soften my tone.
They exchanged nervous glances before breaking into shy giggles. Finally, one boy stepped forward, cheeks flushed. "Our mum and dad told us about you," he said earnestly. "They said it would be our biggest honour to meet you."
I chuckled softly. "Not really. If you do good work, then one day someone's parents will say the same about you," I said, gently ruffling the boy's hair. "You really are an angel," one of them whispered, their eyes practically glowing with starlight.
"There you are." I glanced up to see Hermione striding in, her gaze flicking immediately to the cluster of young Gryffindors surrounding me. "Sorry about them, Y/N," she said, a little breathless.
"Don't worry," I assured her, smiling softly at the children. "I'm happy to chat with them." "Wait you know her?" one of the kids blurted, eyes wide. Hermione chuckled. "She's my best friend's sister," she explained easily.
I said nothing, only watched as she gathered them away, their eager eyes still shining as they stole glances at me. The silence that followed felt heavier than the pages of the ancient tome before me. With a sigh, I closed it and rubbed my temples. Hours of chasing knowledge that never yielded answers. Eventually, I gave up, hunger gnawing at me.
The corridors were nearly empty. Pansy and Daphne were caught up with their own duties, leaving me to wander alone. I had just turned a corner when sharp voices cut through the air. "Say, Malfoy," someone jeered, dripping malice. "How's life now, Voldemort's pet? Eating dirt yet?"
I froze.
Blaise stood tense, holding Draco back with a firm grip. Draco's jaw was clenched so tight I could see the strain from across the corridor. His eyes stormy, furious were locked on the group of boys taunting him. "What's going on?" My voice cut through, cool and steady, as I stepped forward to Draco's side.
The loudest of the boys sneered at me. He took a bold step forward, positioning himself directly in front of me, his gaze dragging down my figure. "You know, Potter," he said, smirking, "you're wasting all that beauty on the wrong person. Why don't you let me show you what a real man is?" His hand twitched, reaching as if to touch me.
I didn't need to react, didn't even need to speak. I already knew what was going to happen to this foolish boy. Pathetic, really, his attempt to charm me was laughable, the kind of arrogance that begged to be broken. And just as I expected
Draco tore free of Blaise's grip, fury unchained. His fist shot forward with brutal precision, connecting with the boy's jaw in a sickening crack that reverberated through the corridor. The impact sent him stumbling back, clutching his face, eyes wide with shock and pain.
Draco's voice, raw and venomous, lashed through the silence. "Look at her again, and I'll make sure you never see anything again." His fury was a living thing, radiating off him in waves. For a moment, he looked ready to kill.
"Draco," I murmured firmly, sliding my hand to his arm. My touch was the only tether keeping him grounded. "Don't waste your energy on trash like this."
He was rigid beneath my fingers, his pulse thrumming like a storm about to break. But slowly, with visible effort, he let me steer him away, his rage simmering in silence as the cowards behind us.
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