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IX

Draco held his case in his hand as he followed you down the snow covered path. He was on his way to try and complete another mindless task and cause Dumbledores demise, but you pulled him aside and told him that he needed a break. You hadn't seen him in three days and even though you understood  that he had been slaving away in the room of requirement or been off lurking around the castle to find Dumbledores weak spots—You knew if he kept this up he was going to crash and you didn't want to see him fall apart so quickly.

"Take my hand." You instructed holding out your palm.

Draco took your hand in his and together the two of you dissaparated from the trail leading to Hogsmeade and appeared by the shrieking shack where Harry and Draco fought a few years ago. After that day Draco swore he would never go back to the outskirts of the forest, but there were very few places where the two of you could be together in peace. The deserted part of the forest by the chain link fence happened to be one of them.

"No, why here?" Draco grumbled.

"Because it's the one place no one in this bloody castle comes to, and I just thought we deserved a moments peace."

Draco although he was very adamant about his hatred of this place nodded his head in agreement. He would never admit to it, but he needed a break. You gave him a smile and plopped down underneath one of the willow trees, the warm coat you had on made the frigid air bearable. Draco laughed and took a seat close to you, taking in a deep breath and starting to relax a bit.

"Weasle-bee really made the team?" Draco asked fiddling with the ends of your hair.

"He wouldn't of if it wasn't for Hermione."

Draco perked up and shifted his body so he was in front of you, the sunlight peaking through the willow tree dances on his face. You lifted your index finger and gestured for him to come closer to you.

"A confundus charm." You whispered in his ear.

Dracos eyes widen and he shook his head, obviously surprised that miss goody two shoes would ever do something like that. You knew that he hated the fact you interacted with any of the Gryffindors, but he did enjoy all of the gossip you were able to report back to him.

"Wow, you know if I wasn't a coward i'd go and tell Dumbledore but facing that man is going to make me ill." Draco muttered flopping back down on the grass.

"You're not a coward, you just have common sense and a conscience."

You slithered you hand over to his and stroked the back of his hand with your thumb. You laid down next to him in the snow covered grass and looked up at the falling leaves letting the sunshine hit your face. It was peaceful, and for a moment there was nothing else to worry about other than maybe grass stains or frostbite. You couldn't stop yourself from imagining what it would be like if you and Draco just left, packed up your trunk and ran away right now.

"Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we weren't part of the sacred twenty eight? You know, not one of the Dark Lords pawns?" You asked still focusing on the branches above you.

"Not really, I couldn't really imagine being anything else than who I am." Draco returned, you could tell he shifted his gaze toward you.

"Why do you ask?"

You didn't say anything else, you felt a bit disheartened by his response. Draco sat up and climbed over you, placing both of his hands on the opposite sides of your head and peered down at you.

"Why do you ask?" He stated again now leaning his head down so his soft blonde hair tickled your face.

"No reason." You giggled trying to get out from under him.