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January 3rd

Draco knocked on Amara's door rapidly, waking her suddenly. Amara threw the blankets to the floor and walked slowly to open the door. Her eyes landed on Draco, taken aback by his appearance.

His hair was ruffled beautifully and the orange glow from the candlelight gave him a radiant sense of Heaven. In this moment, he was the sun, moon, and the stars. He was the universe; the galaxy painted with magnificent stars illuminated the world. Not even the gods could deny him of his beauty, that much is true.

Amara's eyes dragged along his face slowly, a smirk being painted onto his lips.

"Blackwood." He spoke. His voice was raspy, tired almost. Amara's eyes snapped to his as a light shade of pink spread onto her cheeks. Draco bit back a smile and forced himself not to get lost in her entrancing green eyes like he had done before.

"We will travel to Diagon Alley today. I'll explain the slight change of plans on the way." He glanced quickly at her body and nodded to the room. "Get changed and meet me in my room. We'll apparate from there."

He turned on his heel and walked away from her, slowly disappearing from Amara's sight. She followed his instructions, hurrying back into her room to get dressed. Her mind raced yet again as she grabbed everything she needed and shoved them vigorously into her pockets. She had yet to learn the charm she needed from Hermione and wished to do so soon, before it was too late.

She picked up her pace heading to Draco's bedroom, flattening her hair as she passed generations of Malfoys on the walls. Each one wore the same scowl that Lucius carried with pride. The same one Draco used to wear proudly also--the face had faded as the days went by.

As she raised her fist to knock, the door swung open and unveiled Draco in his black suit. The messy look had gone now, and no matter the circumstance, Amara wished it hadn't. She acknowledged he was good looking, no doubt. But the polished way he held himself isn't how he truly saw himself; she could see that in the way his eyes shined differently when he was dressed as he pleased. Almost like the suit and tie was a mask that he dreaded putting on. He did so anyway.

"Grab on." He said, holding an arm out for Amara. His right hand gripped his wand while the other intertwined with Amara's. She gripped his forearm and stood close to him, waiting for the shock of apparation.

"Diagon Alley."

The pair was thrown into tight curves and twists suddenly, the nausea from this from of travel quickly finding its way to Amara. She tightened her grip on Draco's arm as they moved through what felt like a tunnel.

Both pairs of feet touched down onto the cobblestone road of Diagon Alley, the world coming back into view. Amara dropped Draco's hand and brushed her hair out of her face. She felt tense as her hand slowly moved to her stomach, the feeling of sickness refusing to leave her system.

"I take it you don't like apparating?" Draco asked as he came up behind her, pulling her hood over her head.

"I most certainly do not." She turned to face him, a black cloak pulled onto his shoulders. His hood had been pulled onto his head as well, hiding his hair--and his identity--fairly well.

Draco examined the girl before him, his eyes focused on the soft red rising in her cheeks from the exposure to the cold. He took note of her features.

The way the sun glistened on her skin. She seemed to be glowing. Draco thought he had seen the most beautiful thing already, his mind set on the stars in the night sky. But he was now seeing a figure that topped it all.

The stars did not compare. She was the stars. She shone so bright and beautifully that he knew all the other stars in the galaxy took envy of this heavenly being. Her hair flooded over her shoulders, framing her perfect face in such a way that no one could deny her of the beauty she held. Amara ran circles in Draco's mind nowadays and he didn't want her to stop.

"Why are we here, Draco?" She asked softly, tearing through the boy's thoughts instantly.