𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍

❃ a perfect storm

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𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑪𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒆

My legs were sore from skating last night.

"Five more minutes," Draco groaned as I stretched my legs under the covers, pulling me into his chest.

"I wasn't leaving you," I giggled, running a hand through his morning hair.

"Good," he began to place slow, lazy kisses along my jawline, running his hands along my bare back as I climbed on top of him. He sat upwards, straddling me in his lap as he continued, his hands trailing down to my ass as he continued to kiss my neck, trailing further down to my chest.

"Draco," I breathed, scratching his back with my fingernails, feeling his hands roam my body with pleasure.

"I love you so much," he mumbled deeply, nipping at my skin.

The door opened.

"H-hey guys, Bellatrix let me in, Oh-ohhh my lord, sometimes it's great to be gay, bloody fucking hell," Theo covered his eyes with his hands, turning around.

"What the fuck mate?" Draco groaned, pulling the covers over my naked body as I slumped back into his chest, cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. "Did you need something this bloody early?"

"Um, kind of, I-I um, I'm freaking out," he stammered.

"Go and wait in the living room, we'll be down in a minute," Draco sulked as Theo walked out the room, shutting the door behind him.

"We're not done here," Draco seethed in my ear, standing to put his sweats back on.

"Tonight?" I asked, throwing his sweatshirt over my body, practically swimming in it due to the size difference. Once he was dressed he walked back over to the bed.

"Tonight," he assured me, placing a kiss on my forehead.

We awoke the others, then headed down to the living room.

"Why are you freaking out, Theo? Are you okay?" Naevah asked, sitting next to him on the couch.

"The-the death eaters a-attacked, the b-burrow last night," his voice trembled, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Come here," Naevah laid his head in her lap, stroking his brown curls as he cried.

"W-what if George-" he began to break down in sobs, "what if they hurt him? What if he's-he's dead? I feel so helpless, I can't do anything-"

"They were there for Potter, they wouldn't hurt George. For now you have to trust that he'll be alright. Do you want me to help you write a letter?" Naevah smiled softly, cupping his cheek. He nodded.

We sat in silence as Naevah brought him back upstairs to his bedroom.

"I feel awful," I whispered, hugging my knees to my chest.

"I don't blame you. I don't know what I'd do if Daph got hurt and I wasn't there," Blaise huffed, staring into the fireplace.

"Eleven more days and we'll be back at Hogwarts. Not that I want to go back to work on that stupid cabinet, but it's better than being here," Draco exhaled.

Eleven more days.

Draco stayed by my side every hour of those eleven days.

Theo had been assigned to help Draco with his task to fix the vanishing cabinet. He also had to help kill Dumbledore.

The train ride back to Hogwarts felt incredibly long; longer than usual, but the weight that had lifted off my shoulders the second I stepped onto the platform was astounding. I wouldn't have to see my Father for a long while.