Just Friends

cold sweat

Voldemort has the Elder Wand.

Which meant we were royally fucked.

"I have gotten it after searching far and wide. The Elder Wand is now mine and the world will now bow at my feet." Well fuck. Voldemort was in possession of the most powerful wand in the entire world which meant we were all doomed. Who knows the type of power he had with it.

"Y/n? Y/n, darling, wake up," I heard a faint voice call out. I turned from side to side and opened my eyes, seeing Draco hovering over me, holding onto my arm. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, turning to face Draco. "Are you okay?" he asked. I took my hands away from my face and furrowed my brows at him.

"Yeah, why?" He looked down at me, a concerned look on my face. I looked down at myself and saw that I was drenched in sweat from head to toe.

"What's going on? What happened?" Draco's voice was full of concern and I realized there wasn't really any way to get out of this. He had physical proof that I was not okay.

"Just a bad dream," I told him, getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom to take a shower.

"What was it about?" Draco pried. I thought about it. How I saw Voldemort becoming the highest man in power. How I saw the Ministry fall and how Hogwarts was destroyed. I thought about how I saw the end of the world or at least what I thought it would look like. "Love, what was it?"

"It was nothing. I showed up to class late in my underwear. You know how those dreams are sometimes," I lied, turning around and closing the bathroom door. I saw Draco get up from the bed and heard him start to say something, but the door shut out his voice so I couldn't understand what he was trying to say. The bathroom was dark and I couldn't see very much. I reached my hand out for the light switch but felt someone hold onto me before I could.

And then I heard a swish.

And I felt that tingly feeling in my stomach.

And I didn't feel the hardwood under my feet any longer.

DRACO'S POV

"Love, come on. Don't be like that. You don't have to lie to me about your dreams, you know. Especially not with me." I got up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom door, resting my hand against the dark wood. "Y/n?" I was expecting an answer but I didn't hear any. "Y/n, open the door." I rested my forehead against the door, waiting for an answer. She couldn't be mad at me, could she?

I opened my mouth to say something but I was stopped by a crash coming from inside the bathroom.

"Y/n?" I asked, my voice loud and worried. No answer. "Y/n this isn't funny, open the fucking door." I jiggled the doorknob but she locked it and it wouldn't give. I didn't even think about the fact that magic exists and that I could have used Alohamora. I stepped back and lifted my foot, kicking with all my force at the doorknob, busting the door open and causing it to bounce off the wall inside. I rushed into the room but found that it was pitch black and empty. A tiny handheld mirror from the sink had fallen and shattered all over the floor.

Surely Y/n wouldn't have left in such a hurry, right? In enough of a hurry to break something. So then what did happen?

Y/N'S POV

Wherever I had been apparated to was equally as dark as Draco's bathroom, but colder and it felt like no one had been here in years.

I heard footsteps in front of me and my first instinct was to follow them. I didn't know whose they were or where they were going. For all I knew they led to my inevitable doom, but I followed regardless.