Darkest desires

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Draco POV
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I woke up into a stormy and cold morning. The air in my dorm is fresh and freezing, I quickly realized that I've forgotten to close my window. A swift move with my wand, the window closed itself. I grunted and stretched my stoned muscles from my dorm bed. It's nothing like Chloé's in her bedroom in France. That was a complete cotton candy. This is just like sleeping on a rock or something...

Chloé.

God, how much I miss her and it's only been one day without seeing her. We've gotten so used to being around each other in our time in France, that now, it seems weird not to have her by my side when I woke up. There's no Chloé peacefully sleeping next to me, or more like in the middle of the bed, leaving me only a bit of space. I didn't mind, it was cute.

I miss her touch, I miss her voice and her smell...

This is a torture, but I can't fight it. If I do, she'd be in much more danger than she already is. I wonder if this would all happen if we hadn't fallen in love. I wonder if she'd still be in this situation. Probably yes, though. After all, she's from Beauxbatons and nothing can change that. She's the chosen one.

I just hope she'll do it and everything will be fine, we'll go somewhere far, far away from all this, from my family, from this school.

I'd build us a house that she'd love, a big garden, I'd make her children as many as she pleases, just to make her happy. I want nothing more than for her to be happy and safe.

Can I guarantee her that?

No, not at all.

But can I make her feel safe and assured?

I guess so.

I quickly stood up from the bed and changed my pajama into something more...civil. I put on my black shirt and black jeans, rolled my favorite silver ring down my finger and brushed through my hair.

I still look like a mess.

I rushed through the corridor where me and Chloé have our dorms, and headed straight into Blaise's dorm that he shares with more boys.

After a few loud knocks on the door and a lot of grunts and cuss words coming from inside, Blaise opened the door. Judging by his puffy eyes and pajama, he just woke up. It's too early for him.

"What do you want?" He asked with a sleepy voice and yawned into his palm.

"We need to talk."

"Oh, you remembered you have a friend?"

"Stop it, it's serious." I rolled my eyes and opened the door more to see if anyone's in there. Luckily, the other boys were gone, so I stepped into his room and closed the door.

"What can be so serious that it can't wait until like...10am? Come on, it's Monda-fuck! It's Monday?! I overslept, again..."

It's funny, watching him being all confused and sleepy at the same time.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Just get to the point, Malfoy. I don't have much time." He quickly undressed his pajama to and put on a black tshirt.

"I know about your task..."

He looked at me with a serious face, for the first time today.

"Who told you?"

"My mother." I replied.

"Look, I don't-" he started, but couldn't finish.

"No, you listen to me now. Chloé is my...Chloé is very vulnerable right now, even if she doesn't look like that. She just acts all tough, but deep down, I know she's not. We have to-"