Aching Hearts // Draco Malfoy fanfiction

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If we were not bound to end up together,
Then how come all I can think about is you?
Everything I say, everything I do.
It all reminds me of you.

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We got back from the stadium after a couple of hours watching the World Cup, the Irish had won. Laughter filled the air, and everyone was celebrating the win.

"There's no one like Krum. He's like a bird the way he rides the wind. He's more than an athlete, he's an artist!" Ron beamed, talking about his idol.

"Krum!" The twins mocked, walking around Ron who was now standing on a small table. They threw their Irish flag over his head, but Ron quickly removed it.

I laughed at their silly behavior, my cheeks hurting from smiling so much.
It felt really good to let go, to just enjoy being a teenager.
It felt good to have a family, someone I could rely on, someone I could trust.

"I think you're in love, Ron" Ginny chirped in, I couldn't help but laugh at her comment.
Ron glared at Ginny, who was unbothered as always.

"Viktor I love you! Viktor I do!" The twins started singing, making Harry and I quickly join in.

"When we're apart my heart beats only for you!" We all sang, annoying the red-headed boys' temper even more.

Suddenly loud noises could be heard from outside our tent, we thought nothing of it since the Irish just had won, and they were known for celebrating.

"Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on," Fred said to Arthur, while Ron and George were squabbling.

"Stop! Stop it!" Arthur exclaimed worriedly, pulling George and Ron apart.
His face was worried and his aura stressed.

"It's not the Irish. We've gotta get out of here. Now!" He hurried. We all looked at each other, the mood quickly changing from happiness and laughter to fear and confusion.

We ran out of the tent and met eyes with chaos. People were screaming, crying, and running, trying to escape the madness that quickly formed on the burning field.

"Get out! It's the deatheaters!" A voice yelled.
We looked around, overwhelmed with the amount of fear that could be found.

"Get back to the portkey everybody, and stick together!" Arthur said sternly, keeping an eye on all of us.

"Fred, George. Ginny is your responsibility" He finished.
Fred and George held Ginny tight, trying to comfort their scared little sister.
At that moment I wished I was Ginny.
I was scared, terrified even, but I couldn't seem to move my legs.

Everyone began running, leaving me behind.
I panicked given the fact that I couldn't see my friends.

"Harry!" I heard Hermione yelled.
I quickly began moving my feet, trying to follow Hermione's screams, but everyone was screaming and soon the screams would all sound the same.

I could feel the heat from the flames against my skin, my hair was tangled and I looked like a complete mess.
I slowly pulled out the dagger I had gotten from Pansy's parents last Christmas.
I held the dagger tightly in my hands, making my knuckles turn white.

"Harry!" I screamed, my voice hoarse and throat dry. No response.

I kept screaming his name until I suddenly felt a strong pair of hands grab my arm.
I quickly put the dagger against the stranger's neck, but it was no stranger after all.
I turned around and faced the oh-so-familiar boy In front of me.

"Easy!" He said worriedly, seeing the expression on my face.
I slowly removed the dagger from his neck, making him let out a deep breath.

"I can't find Harry! I can't find the portkey!"
I cried hopelessly, panic taking over my essence.

Draco pulled me into his chest, stroking my hair gently and letting me sob on his expensive black suit.

At that moment I felt so utterly weak. I hated showing emotion, especially in front of the boy I despised the most, but something about his presence comforted me.

"That way" he whispered gently in my ear, pointing towards the entrance. I looked up at him giving him a thankful smile.

"Come on!" I hurried, dragging the blonde boy with me.

"No, I have my own way. Go!" He insisted. I hesitated at first but quickly gave in given the stern look on his face.

And then I ran. Faster than I had ever ran before. It felt like my feet were moving without me, my soul not keeping up.

My heart was beating rapidly, and I couldn't help but let my mind wander.
When Draco touched me it felt right, like everything was how it was supposed to be.
Like home.

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"Harry!" Hermione yelled, looking for the scar headed boy known to be my brother.

I had found the portkey just in time, but Harry was still nowhere to be found.

I was scared, terrified actually. I couldn't bear to lose Harry, especially not to Voldemort.

Suddenly Hermione pointed towards a figure, looking awfully a lot like Harry.
We ran at full speed towards the boy, relieved he was alive.

"Been looking for you for ages! Thought we lost you" Ron admitted. Harry didn't seem to care and instead kept his gaze on the gloomy sky.

"What is that!" Harry exclaimed, pointing towards the sky.
I looked up and met eyes with a bright green snake going through a skull, the deatheater mark to be exact.

We kept our eyes on the dark sky, frozen in shock. Suddenly Harry winced as he touched his forehead, his scar.
I looked at him skeptically, about to say something when I was interrupted by something firing at us.

"Stupefy!" The mystery group yelled, their wands directly at our gaze.
We all quickly duck, making them miss.

"Stop! That's my son!" Arthur yelled, running towards us, anger raging off of him.

"Ron, Harry, Hermione, Elaine! are you alright?" He asked, carefully spectating if we were injured.

"Which of you conjured this?" A man from the ministry interrupted, pointing his wand at our necks. I gulp as I look at the wooden wand in the stranger's hand, debating if I should use my powers on him.

"You can't possibly-" Arthur tried to reason but was cut off again.

"Do not lie! You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!" The man yelled. A confused expression could soon be found on Harry's face, letting him wonder what he meant with 'the crime'

"Crime?" Harry asked, still confused as to what had happened at the once happy quidditch World Cup.

"Barty, they're just kids" Arthur tried again to reason.

"What crime?" Harry asked again, looking for an answer.

"It's the dark mark Harry - it's his mark," I said lowly, Harry looked up at the sky in horror.
the thought of Voldemort's followers sends shivers down my spine.

"Voldemort!" Harry exclaimed, finally realizing what had happened.

"Those people tonight, in the masks-  they're his too aren't they? they're his followers" He continued, looking desperately around for answers. Arthur nodded.

"Follow me," The minister said before beginning to walk stiffly away.

"There was a man. Before. There!" Harry admitted before Barry could get away.

"All of you, this way" Barry exclaimed, making his people follow him.

"I'm so glad you're okay," I said, hugging the brunette boy, enjoying his warm embrace.

"Me too"

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