Just Friends

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"Nothing. Luna has disappeared off the face of the Earth. What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Blaise huffed, staring at me and Draco, looking for answers we didn't have.

"I don't know, Blaise, but we'll find her-"

"No, we fucking won't, Y/n!" he raised his voice at me. I leaned back in shock; I hadn't expected him to talk to me like that, but under the circumstances I understood. Draco stood up from his bed and stepped forward to Blaise.

"Who do you think you are, talking to Y/n like that-"

"Draco, leave it," I demanded, putting my arm across his chest and shaking my head. He turned his head to me and scoffed.

"No. He's talking to you like-"

"Like his girlfriend is missing. You'd do worse if it were you in this situation." He knew he would, and that's the only reason he backed up and sat down again. We stood in silence; Blaise pacing the floor as I watched him. After about five minutes he sighed heavily and stopped in his tracks.

"I'm going to check Catchpole again." He pulled his wand out in the air and started waving it around.

"Blaise, no-" but he was gone before I could object. I felt terrible that Blaise was suffering and I was doing nothing to help, but there was absolutely nothing I could do, not unless Blaise wanted to lose me too. I sat down on the bed beside Draco and rested my head on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his.

"I'm sorry that this is what your life has turned into," Draco apologized. I shook my head.

"I have you at my side, Draco, and that's all I could ever ask for. No matter what our life was, I wouldn't love it without you by my side." I turned my head to look at him and he did the same. I stared into his eyes and wished that they would sparkle like they used to, but they didn't. Voldemort had taken that sparkle and I hated him for that.

Draco brought his hand up to my face and ran his thumb over my cheek, smiling slightly. "I love you," he whispered, leaning in and resting his forehead against mine. I brought my hand up to my face and put it on top of his hand that stayed on me.

"I love you, too."

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We had no sense of time in the Manor. Weeks could have passed and we wouldn't have known the difference. Most people would count the days that went by, but we counted the murders that took place under the roof.

247.

And Voldemort made us witness every single one of them.

A Muggle studies teacher from Hogwarts was brought in once. At around 34 kills, Professor Charity Burbage was brought in; against her will but that goes without saying.

Voldemort had her under a spell that lifted her above the table as we all sat around, watching. Voldemort went on a tangent about how Professor Burbage believes Muggles and wizards are similar and should even be allowed to marry. Of course, it pissed him off since he has a terribly strong blood purity fetish, and he raised his wand in the air.

I closed my eyes and looked down, not being able to bear someone I knew to die in front of me. I heard a thud on the wooden table and it lingered, echoing through the room.

"Nagini," Voldemort demanded, "go," and she obeyed. She slithered up the leg of the table and moved across the surface, nearing the limp body that rested on the hardwood. Nagini's jaw widened and her fangs shot out, then she leaped closer and-

"Y/n," I heard a voice say. I shook my head and saw Draco sitting in front of me, concerned.

"Hm?"