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Shattered
By Adriana
trixielou60@hotmail.com
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In the cowslip pips I lie,
Hidden from the buzzing fly,
While green grass beneath me lies,
Pearled with dew like fishes' eyes,
Here I lie, a clock-o'-clay,
Waiting for the time o' day.
Day by day and night by night,
All the week I hide from sight;
In the cowslip pips I lie,
In the rain still warm and dry;
Day and night and night and day,
Red, black-spotted clock-o'-clay.
~From the poem, "Clock-'O-Clay" by John Clare
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Chapter 22: Wait
Draco threw himself on his bed, staring at the high ceiling of his very fashionable boudoir, running a restless hand through his fine hair. He'd have rather been anywhere but at the Manor, but everyone had thought it best that he at least make the appearance of being a loyal Malfoy, for whatever good that would do. His father mostly ignored him and his mother was out again, Merlin only knew where. He flipped back over on his stomach, punching the pillow before burying his head in its downy depths. He let out a harsh, theatrical sigh.
He didn't feel like a Malfoy anymore.
He was so tired of pretending, so tired of always having to be on guard.
"One more day," he encouraged himself. One more day and the Final Battle would begin. He indulged in a shiver of anticipation. It had been a tough five days since he'd left Voldemort's cottage.
Five days of plotting and scheming and waiting.
Five days of hiding from his father.
His only comfort had been in the certain affection of his Uncle Severus and Hermione. When he'd shown up at the Headmaster's office that night, they'd been waiting with obvious anxiety. When she saw him, Hermione had let out a relieved cry and had hurled herself into his arms, while Severus couldn't hide the brief but perceptible look of satisfaction on his face. His eyes had softened when he looked at Draco.
Their reaction had been comforting enough that night, but now the moment of truth was at hand. Indeed, the waiting had been the worst part of it all.
>God>Gods! How he wished it were over.He'd come out of it either dead or alive, but at least either way, his fate would be sealed. He'd been agitated for days now, snapping at bartenders, yelling at shopkeepers, and people who knew him wondered at his bad temper. He'd even resorted to kicking a House Elf for old time's sake, although he'd had the decency to feel badly about it afterwards. He'd tried giving the little bugger the day off, but that had only made the creature cry even harder.
He shook his head at the memory. Elves. The weirdest of the weird.
"I have to get out of here," he thought. Grabbing his cloak, he made his way to the Entrance Hall of the Manor. Seeing nobody about, he immediately Apparated to Hogsmeade out of habit and soon found himself heading towards Hogwarts. He hadn't planned on visiting the school tonight, but it seemed like the natural thing to do.
It felt like home to him now. Funny how it had never felt that way when he'd been a student.
As he walked slowly towards the castle, his mind wandered back to five days previously, when he'd been trapped between Lucius and Voldemort in the Dark Lord's cottage. All the while Draco had hoped that Albus Dumbledore knew what he was doing. How could that barmy old wizard have allowed him to face that situation with absolutely no warning?
He'd been completely caught by surprise.
He remembered everything quite vividly. Taryn Butler had been seated on a lone chair, her hands bound behind her back, while Voldemort, Lucius and Draco took stock of her. They had no way of knowing her state of mind or her intentions, for that matter. Her normally bright, sunny hair had been disheveled and tangled, hanging in loose clumps around her face. When she saw Voldemort, she'd dropped out of the chair to kneel before him, groveling at his feet. Draco remembered feeling disgust at her pathetic display.
"My Lord," she'd rasped hoarsely. "I'm so happy to see you."
Voldemort had indicated to Lucius that he wanted a chair, and pulling it up opposite the former mediwitch, he'd regarded her suspiciously. "Where have you been, Miss Butler? We were all under the impression that you were dead."
Taryn looked at him blankly and said something completely unexpected. "I don't know, my Lord. The last thing I remember, I was heading down to the Potions Lab, to put our plan into action. I had hidden the poison in the sleevemy rmy robe and my intention had been to confront Snape and administer the Calitropis. That's all I know."
"You remember nothing after that?"
Taryn shook her head. "I know nothing of what happened to Professor Snape. The next thing I remember is standing outside Malfoy Manor and being confronted by his guards. I thought it best to ask for Lord Malfoy, as I had no idea how I'd come to be there."
Voldemort frowned. "What happened to Severus Snape?"
"Again, I do not know, my Lord. I was hoping that I'd killed the bastard, but if I did, I don't remember it."
"Oh really," huffed Draco. "This is pointless. It's obvious that her memory has been tampered with." He looked at her with narrowed eyes. "Although I'm hard pressed to accept that at face value. Why should we believe you? What are you hiding, you incompetent bitch? Are you a spy?" He moved forward with menace, stopping when his father placed a restraining hand on him.
Taryn's dull blue eyes welled with tears. "I'm telling you the truth! I know nothing of where I've been." She looked around in confusion. "What day is it, if I may ask?"
"It's January 27th," answered the Dark Lord. "You've been 'dead' for over six weeks."
Her eyes widened. She'd obviously missed that little tidbit the first time Voldemort had mentioned it. "Dead? You were told I was dead?"
"Is there an echo in here, Miss Butler?" Voldemort's voice came out as a snarl.
"I'm s-s-sorry, my Lord," she stammered. "But you must believe me! If I knew anything, I would certainly tell you immediately. I'd even be willing to take Veratiserum to prove it to you."
Voldermort waved her off with a distracted gesture. "I agree with young Mr. Malfoy, here. This is pointless. However I will take your offer to undergo the Truth Serum under advisement, Miss Butler. For now, I will have my guards see to your needs. We'll talk more later." Draco turned to give her one more obtuse, sideways glance, but there was no glimmer of slyness or cunning on her face. She looked genuinely befuddled.
Taryn nodded gratefully, as the trio made their way out. Walking into the library, Draco muttered, "I don't know about you, but I need a drink." His heart was pounding.
"Now is not the time, you idiot boy," his father had snapped at him. "We must keep our wits about us. Taryn Butler was obviously let go for a reason."
"Indeed, Lucius," said Voldemort softly. "And I know who was behind this. This has Albus Dumbledore written all over it."
"But why, my Lord?" Lucius was doubtful. "For what purpose?"
"To bait me, of course," said the Dark Lord. "He wants to throw me off balance. I have no idea what she disclosed to them, after all. While I foolishly entrusted her with the task of assassinating Severus Snape, she was not privy to some of my more secret plans. She did know of the book, "Arcanus Sentiens" as she saw it on my table once. Even so, they know nothing about the Sentient Healing Ritual, or my preparations for it. Unless--" His eyes were suspicious slits. "Unless somebody told them of my plans for Hermione Granger." He looked pointedly at Draco.
Draco rolled his eyes. "And I would do that, because . . . ?" he asked sarcastically. "I betray you and I lose everything for which I've worked so hard. Not to mention the threat of castration and death by my own father, no less. Although, to be truthful, I'd rather be dead than castrated," he'd added firmly.
His father gave him an incredulous look, then quickly squinted at him. "You've been rather quiet and aloof, my boy. Almost as if you had something to hide," he said smoothly, looking at the Dark Lord to gauge his reaction. Draco chose that moment to lose his temper.
"I have done nothing to deserve this suspicion!" he'd shouted. "I have gladly betrayed the Order of The Phoenix . . . what the hell have you done lately, you useless old man?" He began to pace angrily. "The work has been completed on both the Soul Shattering Potion and Spell and The Order is ready to act. I'm just waiting to find out when they're going to try to administer them to our Lord so we can formulate a plan." His voice began to rise. "I can assure you that I want my life back and until The Order of The Bloody Fucking Phoenix is defeated, I have no life!" The sentence ended in a shout, his face red and his eyes threatening to bulge out of their sockets.
"I must look a frightful mess," he thought fleetingly, all the while, his face was spread in a grimace of righteous anger.
Lucius was taken aback, but Voldemort just chuckled affectionately. "That's my boy! Don't take shit from anyone! Your loyalty will be amply rewarded, Mr. Malfoy. Sooner than you think."
"Do you have something in mind?" The hopeful tone in Draco's voice was genuine.
"Tell The Order of The Bloody Fucking Phoenix, as you so aptly called them, that I am going to undergo the Sentient Healing Ritual with Hermione Granger during The Festival of Imbolc." Draco looked at him in disbelief as the Dark Lord tutted. "Convince them that this would be a good time to administer The Soul Shattering Potion and Spell on me. They'll descend upon my hideout, ready for a fight. But instead of taking their potion, we will disarm them. Perhaps an ambush would be in order."
Draco began to comprehend. "Once they're disarmed, you can undergo The Sentient Healing Ritual with Hermione and --"
Voldemort interrupted him. "And, with my powers amplified, I can defeat them on the spot, Mr. Malfoy."
Lucius sucked in a breath. "Brilliant, my Lord!"
"Well of course it is!" said Voldemort arrogantly. "I thought of it, didn't I?"
Neither of them noticed the look of deep concentration on Draco's face.
All the while, the little wheels were spinning and whirling away in the young spy's mind.
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In all the months that she'd been living at Hogwarts, Hermione's chambers could never have been described as "homey" or "comfy". She'd treated her rooms with the usual callous disregard she'd shown her all her quarters since her days as a young student. While the other girls decorated with frills and frou-frou, Hermione had steadfastly refused to indulge in such silliness. Private rooms were meant to be slept in, with an occasional meal thrown in for good measure . . . the real fun was to be found in the Library, or at the Hospital, or in the Potions Lab.
She made a mental note to add "Hunting Lodge" to those places that were meant for "real fun."
She giggled to herself, which caught the immediate attention of Ron Weasley. He raised a suggestive eyebrow and said, "You never used to giggle like that, Hermione. You must be thinking veeeeery naughty thoughts. Stop me if I'm wrong." Hermione let out a false cry of outrage and tackled him with a pillow.
To her utter delight, Ron and Harry had decided to spend the day before The Final Battle with her and it had been wonderfully like old times. Nobody said much about what was to come, and in fact, Albus had commanded that they rest and have a good time before facing the Dark Lord. They'd schemed and puzzled and planned until everything seemed to be firmly in place. There was nothing more left to be done.
"It will do no good to worry and fret," the Headmaster had told them. "While we don't know what tomorrow will bring, I suggest that we live for today . . . be sure to tell your companions how much you love them and how much they mean to you. Spend time with them and have fun. Today we live. Tomorrow we fight."
They'd completely taken his suggestion to heart.
It was as if being at their old school together had reverted them back to type, and they'd spent the day sneaking food from the Kitchens and arguing over who was the best Quidditch player, with Hermione huffing that nobody cared about that stupid stuff anyway. She'd predictably rolled her eyes at them and had wiped a stray bit of gravy from the side of Ron's mouth, all the while he'd grinned at her affectionately. They'd even taken a trip out to the Quidditch pitch and Hermione had wrapped her red and gold scarf around her neck and had cheered them on while they swooped and dove, passing the Quaffle back and forth.
It was so wonderful being with them like this. She only wished Draco and Severus could have joined them. However, for his protection, Severus was still in hiding and Draco had murmured that he'd see her at sometime before The Final Battle. He had a couple of last minute things to tend to.
It had probably been for the best.
It was late afternoon and Harry and Ron were sprawled on the floor in front of her fireplace, playing a game of Wizard's chess. Ron was winning of course, and Harry's chess pieces hasortsorted to hurling bawdy insults at Ron's queen from across the chessboard, trying to bait his pieces into a fight. Harry noticed that Hermione was a bit quiet and he was the first to talk about the upcoming battle. He intuitively knew that she was thinking about it.
"It's going to work out, Hermione," he said soothingly. "Personally, I can't wait until that bastard gets what he deserves. I've never hated anyone so much in my life."
Ron nodded his head in understanding. "I keep thinking about what I'm going to do when the Dark Lord is dead. Once he's gone, all the glamour will go out of being an Auror. We'll be reduced to investigating illegal love potions and breaking up gambling rings amongst the Quidditch ranks. Quite a letdown, considering what we've been doing all these years."
Hermione regarded him thoughtfully. "What are you going to do, once this is over?"
Ron rolled over on his back, staring at the ceiling. "I dunno, Hermione. I was thinking that I'd really like to work with my Dad in The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department. He tells me that old Perkins is set to retire soon. Some people think that what he does is pointless and stupid, but it's actually fascinating and it can also be quite fun. I remember one time when Dad was called out of bed in the middle of the night to investigate a . . . what do you call them, Harry? You know, those Muggle contraptions that wash your clothes?"
"They're called washing machines, Ron," Harry laughed. "Muggle appliances seem to completely confound you."
"Oh yes . . . that's a good name for them, by the way. Anyway, this washing machine had been enchanted and Dad was called to deal with it. He let me tag along and when we arrived at the Muggle's flat, the machine was spitting out wet clothes all over the room . . . there were soap bubbles everywhere and every time we tried to get near it, it would spew another article of clothing out at us. Dad ended up with a pair of lacy pink knickers swinging from the tip of his hat. It was quite hilarious, I wish I'd had a camera."
Hermione grinned at the thought. "I think your Dad would be delighted to know that you want to work with him, Ron. It's a wonderful idea." She turned to Harry. "What about you? What do you want to do when this is all over?"
"Sleep," said Harry firmly. "I want to sleep and sleep and sleep until I can't sleep anymore. I don't think I've gotten a good nights sleep in years. And then . . . " he looked tentatively over at Ron. "And then, I want to try to repair the damage I've done to Ginny. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to her, and if I'm lucky, she'll forgive me for treating her so callously. I guess I don't have to tell you that I love her," he added sheepishly.
"Now is a fine time to figure that out," muttered Ron. Harry looked suitably apologetic. "I've been such an idiot, Ron. You tried to tell me, but I just couldn't see it. Now I may have lost her for good, which is probably what I deserve."
Hermione and Ron were conspicuously silent upon that remark.
Ron suddenly reached up and pulled one of Hermione's wild, stray curls. "What about you, Hermione? Need I ask what your plans are? Let me guess . . . you're going to shag and shag and shag until you can't shag anymore." Harry raised an eyebrow and tried not to look too green at the thought of Hermione and Snape together.
Hermione let out a pained groan. "Oh really! Is that all you men ever think about?"
"You mean, besides Quidditch? Then yes, that's all we men think about," mimicked Ron. "Hasn't Snape taught you anything?" Harry put his hands to his ears. "Enough! Do you mind? I'm getting mental images here!"
They all broke down and laughed.
"I see that I'm still the subject of juvenile repartee amongst the Gryffindors," said a rich, deep baritone. It was steeped in sarcasm. "How utterly commonplace."
Startled, they all looked up to see the Potions Master regarding them with a haughty sneer. The smiles froze on Ron and Harry's faces, but Hermione was instantly transformed.
She went very still as their eyes locked. Everything melted away and she was only aware of his penetrating eyes and his lean body. She could feel herself becoming instantly aroused at the mere sight of him and she let out a soft sigh of longing.
Severus was also transformed while looking at her. His eyes softened and his body instantly relaxed, his mouth quirking into the barest hint of a smile. While he still looked quite formidable, he seemed to radiate a happiness of which neither Ron nor Harry would have believed him capable.
Harry was astounded, glancing from her face, to his and back to hers again. Ron had told him that Snape and Hermione were deeply in love, but a part of him had refused to believe it. He couldn't fathom that the Old Bat of The Dungeons could love anything except taking away House points.
Obviously he'd been very, very wrong.
Clearing his throat, he stammered, "Erm . . . I'm sorry Professor Snape. We didn't mean any disrespect. We were just . . . "
"We were just leaving," said Ron quickly, giving Harry a pointed look. Getting up from the chessboard, he leaned down and gave Hermione a peck on the cheek. "Goodnight, love. We'll see you in the morning. Come along, Harry."
Harry grinned and gave Hermione a hug before resting his gaze back upon the Potions Master.
"Take care of her, sir. And good luck tomorrow."
Severus nodded gravely, his face very serious. "Mr. Weasley. Mr. Potter."
Ron and Harry couldn't get away fast enough.
Once they were alone, Hermione waggled a finger at him. "Honestly Severus! Do you still have to intimidate them like that? They're grown men now."
Severus grinned in response. "Gods! That was so much fun! It almost makes me long for the good old days. Almost . . . "
She interrupted him. "What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to stay in hiding."
Severus pretended to look hurt. "W if if that's going to be my greeting-"
Hermione walked quickly to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a gentle kiss. "I'm sorry, Severus. I'm just surprised to see you. I thought we were going to wait until after the Battle."
"You didn't think that I would let you sleep alone on the night before we face Voldemort, did you? You belong with me tonight."
And with that, he dropped his robes to the floor. He was completely naked.
Hermione gasped and then couldn't resist batting her eyelashes at him.
"Are your intentions honorable, sir?"
"Hell no!" he roared. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bedroom.
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Ginny hurried down the Hogwarts hallway, sliding on the slick floor as she hastily rounded a corner. She could hear Ron and Harry behind her, laughing and hooting as they made their way closer and closer. "I have to find a place to hide," she thought irrationally. She knew that she was being juvenile, but she just couldn't face them right now.
She'd impulsively decided to visit with Hermione that night, as it had been several weeks since she'd last seen her old school chum. They'd been very good friends while at Hogwarts, but Hermione's busy schedule while in medical school had prevented them from forging a closer bond in recent years. Ginny tried to tell herself that herrentrent interest in Hermione had nothing to do with Draco Malfoy, but she wasn't fooling herself. The fact of the matter was, she was very curious about Hermione's relationship with their former school enemy. There had been a recent article about them on the society page of The Daily Prophet and Ginny had been unable to keep her eyes off the photograph of Malfoy's cool, aristocratic face. Even his image mocked her as it lifted a haughty eyebrow ande hee her a superior smirk.
She paused, looking around frantically, then noticed that there was a suit of armor standing stiffly by a window. She skidded behind it just as Harry and Ron walked by.
"Ow, you git! You stepped on my foot!" Ron paused to hop up and down, grabbing his injured appendage.
"Sorry, mate," muttered Harry. "I guess I'm still stunned at the sight of Hermione and Severus Snape making lovesick puppy eyes at each other. Until I saw it for myself, I never would have believed that those two could be madly in love. Can you just imagine them doing it in bed? The thought of it makes me want to-"
"Oh, grow up Harry. He obviously makes her very happy. Do you ever remember Hone one being this happy in her life? She told me that the best thing that's ever happened to her was falling in love with Professor Snape." He chuckled. "We'll probably be seeing some black-haired, big- nosed Snape children in the near future. Can you imagine? What a bossy, snarly pack of brats those two will have."
Harry's laugh echoed off the walls, their voices fading as they walked around another corner.
Ginny was barely breathing.
That slut! How could she do this to Draco?
She came out of her hiding place and began to march back to confront Hermione with what she'd learned. Then a thought occurred to her and she immediately halted.
Wait a minute. Wasn't Snape dead?
Ginny's mind reeled in confusion.
What the hell was going on? Snape was alive and in love with Hermione? She didn't know if she should go back to Hermione's quarters, or run to Draco with the news. She forced herself to calm down and think.
Perhaps she should do neither. Perhaps she should just mind her own business.
Settling an internal struggle, Ginny decided that the wisest thing to do wa sta stay out of it. Whatever was goon, on, she wasn't supposed to know about it. Maybe this had something to do with the war against Voldemort. "Just leave it alone," she thought with a sigh. She made her way to the Entrance Hall and turned to leave the school.
"Leaving us so soon, Miss Weasley?"
She looked up to see the Headmaster giving her a thoughtful look. He seemed to have materialized out of nowhere.
"Erm, yes Professor. I was going to visit with Hermione, but I think that it's a g a good time right now. I'll talk to her later."
The Headmaster gave her a knowing look. "Sometimes, things are not always as they appear to be. I hope you understand that."
"Yes sir," Ginny answered. She was more convinced than ever that all the deception had to do with the war. "I'll remember that."
Dumbledore nodded at her. "Good evening, Miss Weasley. I trust that when we meet again, things will be clearer to you."
Wondering at his meaning, Ginny exited Hogwarts and began to walk around the lake towards Hogsmeade. Looking into the distance, she was surprised to see another figure reclined on a rock overlooking the lake. As she moved closer, she realized to her astonishment who it was.
Draco Malfoy.
He'd gathered a handful of pebbles and was absently throwing them into the lake, watching the circular waves widen across the water. The sun was a fiery orange and the beautiful light reflected off the glassy surface of the lake, momentarily blinding her. He didn't even hear her approach.
"Hello, Malfoy. Fancy meeting you here."
He looked up startled, before his face settled into an indifferent look. "Oh. What are you doing here?"
"I came to visit with Hermione, but I gathered she wasn't alone. I don't imagine that Professor Snape would have been too enthusiastic about seeing me. I'm guessing that he's keeping her happily occupied right now."
Draco looked at her in amazement before he remembered to scowl.
"That's quite a pronouncement, Weasley. Have you been dipping your pipe in the pixie dust again?"
"Save it, Malfoy. I know that your romance with Hermione is just a front. I overheard Harry and Ron talking about it."
Draco gave her a very annoyed look and snarled, "What is it with you? ou sou spend your life in dark corners, eavesdropping on private conversations?"
Ginny straightened her back and looked at him loftily. "No, that would be more up your alley, I think. It doesn't matter anyway. I'm not going to tell anybody. I'm very good at keeping secrets, even if my brother isn't."
He gave her an astute look before replying, "Perhaps you're right . . it really doesn't matter. It certainly won't matter very much after--" he stopped himself. "Oh crap!" he thought. Ginny gave him a quizzical look.
"Nevermind, Weasley. Don't you have somewhere you have to be?"
Ginny looked so sad that Draco immediately regretted his flippancy. "No," she said. "I have nowhere to go. But I'm going just the same. Take care of yourself Malfoy." She moved around him and began walking.
Ironically, the gods chose that moment to loosen the clouds as a light rain began to fall like teaps, ps, steadily getting harder. Draco felt an irresistible urge to shake his fist at the omnipotent bastards.
Ginny didn't falter, she just kept walking resolutely away from him, the raindrops creating dark dots on her light gray cloak.
Suddenly, a fierce emotional pain stabbed him in the chest. Tomorrow . . . tomorrow he could be dead. And he'd leave nothing behind but a legacy of mistakes and missed opportunities. A cautionary tale for young children. He closed his eyes against the rush of grief that hit his heart and he knew with a sad certainty that he'd wasted his life. He'd wasted his time and had thrown away every true emotion he'd ever felt. And most of all he'd wasted the opportunity for love. He would die and very few would even mourn.
He felt totally and irrevocably alone.
He could see Ginny, still walking in the distance and suddenly he knew what he had to do.
He took off in a mad dash, oblivious to the rain that was pelting his face. He didn't care because for once, he wanted to feel alive . . . really alive. And for some reason, Ginny Weasley made him feel that way.
Ginny heard his footsteps approaching and whirled, amazed to see him coming at her in such a determined manner. "What?" she began, but he stopped short, his breathing hard, raindrops making lacy patterns across his angelic face. She sucked in a deep breath. He looked so scared, so unlike himself. She gazed at him in wonder.
He stepped towards her and said, "I'm sorry. I couldn't leave it like that. I just want you to know," he faltered. "I just wanted to say--" He stopped himself again and reached a tentative hand to her cheek. Ginny couldn't resist bringing her own hand up to touch his. "Goodbye," he said softly. "Be safe, Ginny. Be happy." He paused and looked intently at her before speaking again.
"Remember me," he whispered. "Please remember me."
He caressed her cheek with a gentle movement of his fingertips. With that, he turned and walked away.
Ginny was frozen to the spot. He was saying goodbye and she instinctively knew that it was meant as a final goodbye.
With a loud cry, she ran after him. He turned to her just as she reached him and launched herself into his arms.
"Don't go," she said plaintively. "Please, don't go." Suddenly he was kissing her, his mouth devouring hers like he was taking in his last supper. She clung to him, mindful of nothing but his arms around her waist and his lips scorching a path across her mouth, her cheek, her neck. They were drenched in the rain, but neither of them noticed; so intent were they upon the other's lips, the other's hands wandering over the planes of their bodies. He greedily sucked on her top lip and broke his kiss to hug her and whisper softly in her ear. "Ginny," he sighed. "Oh Ginny." It sent a shiver down her spine.
He suddenly stepped away from her. "I wish I could stay with you, but I have to go. I'm sorry . . . but I have to go." He stared at her, drinking in her image beforeningning away.
Her voice stopped him but he didn't turn to face her. "I don't know what's going on Draco, but whatever it is, please come back safely. Not only do you and I have unfinished business, but the world would be a very bland and boring place without you."
Turning his head to her, he gave a sad smile before walking back towards Hogwarts.
To be continued . . .
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