Hidden | Draco Malfoy, 18+

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Navy brought Clara back to her room the night in question, and she stayed with her all night. She comforted the girl who had been bringing so much harm upon her, but she felt as if she couldn't leave her, even if Clara were gone the following day.

Days passed, and no one had seen much of the red-haired girl since her breakdown in the chamber, and they all were more than worried for her.

They couldn't quite believe what they had witnessed as they followed her, but all of the group knew that they needed to do something.

One night in the common room, when they knew that Clara was asleep — they began to plot, and after hours of researching and reading, they had come to the conclusion that it had to be a Horcrux that Clara held onto.

William found a large amount of information in the restricted areas of the library. He went to find out more, and out of all things they could find, a Horcrux made out of a piece of Tom Riddle's soul made the most sense.

But not everything was in despair as they were worried for Clara. Not everything had turned out for the worse. Not everything was unbearable because Draco and Navy had grown closer in their misery.

Malfoy had been a great pillar of comfort to her, and Navy, as the girl she lived to be, confided in him a lot, but with caring comes heartbreak, and it did for her. As they grew closer, he also began to shut her out without cause.

She enjoyed spending time with him.

Navy adored being close to him, feeling his small touches on her body, his hands wrapping around her from behind when she was alone, and the kisses he pressed against her shoulders.

It broke her heart when he shut her out.

''Maybe you should talk to him?'' Pansy said as she ripped through Navy's wardrobe, ''I mean, if you think he's shutting you out?''

Navy huffed, her legs rested long in front of her on the bed, ''I don't know. I thought we were doing good, and then he just... I don't know.''

Pansy hummed in response, dragging out a shirt as she placed it in front of herself to see if it could fit her.

''Did you talk to Theo about it?'' Pansy asked, throwing the fabric onto the floor before she dived back into the closet.

''Why would I talk to Theodore about this?'' Navy frowned as a questionable look rose upon her, ''He has nothing to do—''

''I thought you said that you two were friends now,'' Pansy muttered.

''We are.'' She replied, looking down at the fingers in her lap, ''But I don't feel comfortable talking to him about this.''

''Why?'' Pansy's head snapped to look at her, ''I mean. You don't want to talk to Draco about it and not Theodore. You don't want to do much about the problem, but still, you're complaining?''

''How am I—''

''You know what? I think you should go and talk to Malfoy right now.'' Her eyes pierced through Navy's, ''Rip of the bandage or something like that.''

''Rip of the bandage?'' Navy burst out in laughter at her friend, ''You really have a way with words, Pans.''

Pansy rested her hands on her hips as she smiled proudly, ''I do, don't I? Maybe I'll become a poet instead of your full-time therapist.''

But she quickly snapped out of her trance as she strode up to Navy's bed, her hand wrapped around Navy's wrist as she dragged her up from the mattress, ''Now, go talk to him.'' They stood tall in front of each other, ''Or it will be too late, and you'll regret it.''