"This is where you will be saying. We don't currently have any Slytherin professors so this room is open. You should be unbothered by students and if you'd like to come find me tomorrow morning I teach until 10 then I will bring you to Dumbledor then." Mcgonigal explained, showing you to a nearly empty room. A long window showed you into the lake, while it was dark outside, you could faintly see the fish swimming along the weeds. It smelt of your childhood, the best ways you could remember.
"Thank you Minerva, we appreciate all of this" Draco shook her hand.
"Feel free to wander, see parts of the school you have never seen before." she shook it back, that actually seemed like something you would really enjoy. Although you had to admit you had seen parts of the castle not really meant for students while avoiding watching eyes.
Saying good night you and Draco smiled at one another. Standing at the window looking into the deep water of the lake.
"I don't know if I can sleep" he admitted, his eyes not leaving the water.
"I know... It's harder for me to make sure you're safe here" you nodded
"You would be worried about my safety, not your own" he chuckled, holding your shoulder to his side.
"I will stay awake tonight. You need to be well rested for tomorrow. I am sure pulling memories is going to be a lot of work and I want to make sure this all works" you walked to the bed.
"You have barely slept in days..." he insisted.
"And I can manage one more" you looked to him, making him catch your eyes.
"Perhaps Mcgonigal has some of that potion I can take.."
"You need your magic tomorrow." you reminded him. "I can see how tired you are" His eyes were heavy, nearly sinking into him. Though he had been taking this potion for a week, some nights you wondered if he actually let himself sleep. "Let me take care of you tonight." you stroked his cheek. He leaned into your hand, his eyes closing.
"But tomorrow you will sleep." he nearly begged.
"Okay." you agreed, lying, you knew if he needed you to, you would stay awake forever.
You both changed, getting ready for bed. You laid down on the bed first, pulling him into your chest. You hummed him to sleep, his breathing settling as he drifted.
"Endless" he whispered before falling deep into sleep.
"Endless"
You had fallen asleep, waking up startled to the light peaking in through the window in the lake. The water rushing on the other side of the glass. Panic running over you as you noticed Draco was not laying there with you. You searched the room, the bathroom and the closet even before taking to the door. Barefoot you ran from the room, brushing past students in the halls who looked at you wondering why this woman was running through the halls in her pajamas. You turned the corner, entering the hallway that met the great hall. You were running off pure adrenalin. You pushed quickly through students, bumping into some on the way, most of which were only slightly shorter than you. You felt your body shaking, where had he gone? You feared the absolute worse. Your eyes skimmed the Great Hall, seeing Draco finally. Standing at the teachers table with two cups of coffee in his hands speaking with Slughorn. Who still held the potions position here. You sighed, looking like a mad woman no doubt in your pajamas and no shoes. Draco's eyes left Slughorns as he watched you, meeting your gaze. He nodded goodbye to him before walking to you.
"Draco" you sighed, catching your breath. "You scared me.."
"I am sorry. I was hoping to be back in the room before you woke up, but I got caught up talking with Horace" his eyes skimmed you, smiling as he realized what you were wearing. You wrapped your arms around your body. Draco was dressed, wearing pressed pants and a black button up. You however, we're in a black cotton nightie that hugged your buddy tight.
YOU ARE READING
Touch Starved
FanfictionYou were there that day, the Battle of Hogwarts. A year and a half ago today The Dark Lord was defeated and Harry Potter Won the Battle. While lives were lost, some were not. including those still dealing with the aftermath. Victims and prisoners of...