Secret admirer's

Chapter 46

Draco's gentle but insistent shake stirred you from a deep, dreamless slumber. Blinking against the room's dim light, you glanced at him, confused. The night felt heavy and late, a shroud of stillness cloaking the world outside. What could be so pressing that he'd wake you up?  

"We need to get up now; it's urgent!" he urged, his voice slicing through the nighttime quiet, tinged with an unmistakable intensity. As the fog of sleep clung stubbornly to your mind, you could only manage a sleepy, "Draco?"

Without hesitation, he moved with a practiced ease, helping you rise from the warmth of your bed. His jacket, soft and slightly worn, was draped over your shoulders, enveloping you in its comforting embrace. He knelt briefly to slip your shoes onto your feet, each movement deliberate and mindful. 

With a firm yet gentle grip around your hand, he led you down the winding staircase, the wooden steps creaking softly underfoot. The cool night air greeted you as he guided you through the front door and into the shadows of the unknown, the thrill of urgency quickening your pulse.

"Draco, what in the world is happening?" you plead, desperation lacing your voice as you struggle to keep pace with him. His grip on your hand is unyielding, tugging you deeper into the shadowy embrace of the dense woods that encircle his house. With each frantic step, you leave behind the familiarity of the outside world. 

Your muscles ache, a fiery burn coursing through your legs as Draco pulls you along, the underbrush rustling beneath your hurried feet. The scent of damp earth and pine needles fills the air, mingling with the anxiety of the situation. 

"DRACO!" you scream, the echo of your voice bouncing off the gnarled trees. Finally, he halts, breathless, and runs a hand through his tousled hair; frustration etched across his features. 

"We're leaving the country, so stay quiet. We have to get you to safety," he murmurs, urgency cloaked in secrecy. You tilt your head, confusion knitting your brow. 

"We?" You ask, searching his eyes for answers amid the confusion. But Draco turns his gaze away. He resumes his brisk pace, resolutely dragging you along the winding path into the unknown. 

Hours later, Draco drags you into a building and grabs floo powder. Draco pulls you into the fireplace.

"Now say, Shell cottage," Draco said. You nod your head.

"Shell Cottage," You say. The next moment, you were in a cozy cottage. You see Fleur? Who looked like she was waiting for you this late at night?

"What is happening?" You ask, so confused. 

"Harry and Draco decided you will stay with us, so you're safe and won't be used against them," Fleur says, and you look back at the fireplace, but Draco isn't appearing. Was he not coming? "Y/n." Fleur says, and you look back at her. "Draco isn't coming, so I'll show you to your room."  She says, and you nod, confused, as you follow Fleur. 

'Why wouldn't Draco come with me? Where is he? How did he even communicate all this? I know he wants to protect me, and so does Harry, but I wish Draco would have told me about this instead of doing this. I know they love me and want to protect me, but why do I feel so upset and sad by all this?'