Opia / D.M 18+

Q U I E S C E N T

{Inactive; soft-spoken}

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"Wakey-wakey, Angel." 

I found my lips curving into a smile, though it disappeared instantly as I was met with that stupid muggle camera.

"Luis!" I shouted, pissed off about the fact that he was filming me sleep. "We aren't returning to Hogwarts, there's no point in doing that stupid assignment."

He sighed as he sat down by my feet, "How many times do I have to tell you, Ames? I'm not just filming for the assignment, I'm filming to remember you. What if I got obl-"

"Obliviated—I know. But that doesn't give you the right to film me while I'm sleeping." I sat up and leaned against the headboard. 

I looked to my right, finding Draco staring at me with a smile he was trying to bite back. I could tell he was about to burst into a fit of laughter, so I narrowed my eyes as a warning. Being filmed while asleep was not something I appreciated. Especially not when I knew I looked rubbish. I hadn't slept like that in so long, and being woken up to an old camera lens completely ruined how my morning was supposed to go. 

I was supposed to roll over to Draco, open my eyes slowly and smile. I was supposed to criticize him for how creepy it is to stare at someone while they're sleeping. We were supposed to laugh, hug and fall asleep once again. 

But no.

He couldn't hold it in any longer and I soon found him in a fit of laughter, clutching his stomach as his smile stretched to his ears. I couldn't help but smile at him. He was happy. He was truly happy, letting his reality settle for the last time. It reminded me of school, how we laughed and bullied one another. I hit his chest in a playful manner, letting him know to calm down—it wasn't that funny.

I crossed my arms in a huff, baffled at the fact that they would laugh at me. Draco quietened himself down before wrapping an arm around my waist, "Sorry, Angel." He spoke quietly before resting his head on my stomach. 

I felt a little uneasy, knowing there was something there that he hadn't the faintest idea about. Half of it was his, and he had no clue. I was terribly underweight after the months I had had, and honestly wasn't surprised that I wasn't showing anything in the slightest. I was glad that I wasn't close to showing. I had the suspicion that I wouldn't show for a while due to my lack of physical care. I knew that I was small when I was born, and I prayed that my stars would be the same. The longer I could put off telling Draco, the longer I would be able to help the Order.

I knew Draco too well, I knew exactly what he would do as soon as he found out. He would physically pull me away from anything to do with combat, no matter how magical pregnancies worked. He wouldn't have me in harm's way, no matter how many times I'd tell him I could take care of myself. I knew he would do anything to keep me away from the war. He would tie me to the bed and leave me there while he risked his life. And I wouldn't let that happen. 

No matter how much I wanted to tell him, I wouldn't let him stop me from fighting. 

"See!" Luis exclaimed as he propped his camera up, "It's moments like these that I want to remember!" He gestured to my hand in Draco's hair. "Why won't you play with my hair anymore, Ames?" 

"You know damn well why-"

"Because you're not a baby, Luis." 

"And he is?" Luis' brows furrowed as he whined.

"You know it," Draco smirked proudly. 

Everything felt like it used to. But it didn't at the same time. Blaise was nowhere to be seen, Blaire was stuck at Hogwarts, and Jaz was doing Merlin knows what for Voldemort. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that she was the very reason my sister was gone. She thought I knew where my parents were when I knew just as little as she did. I could only imagine how hard Blaise and Blaire were taking everything, being separated. I knew what it felt like—and I would never wish it upon anyone.