The Prince's Love

Chapter 27: The Fated Night

Melissa's POV

As the month went by, school got increasingly harder. The teachers kept pushing us until the end of the year, and because I was so unfocused and tired in classes, I had to relearn everything overnight. Of course, compared to others, my life seemed easy.

Draco had begun to panic about what The Dark Lord had tasked him to do. He was still nowhere close to fixing the vanishing cabinet, and on top of that, he was scared to kill someone, especially Dumbledore. He never wanted to be a death eater, and certainly never wanted to be a murderer.

Luckily, Hermione had been understanding and has been helping him as much as she could. Together, they have gotten close to completely fixing the vanishing cabinet, and soon enough, the invasion of death eaters at Hogwarts would unfold.

Meanwhile, Sev has been a complete wreck over what Dumbledore had asked him to do. I had woken up multiple times lately to see Sev in tears.

Dumbledore was one of his friends, and while Dumbledore annoyed him quite often, he couldn't bear the thought of killing him. I tried my best to comfort him, but nothing I could do would stop what was set to happen.

So, lately, I've been hanging out a lot with Minerva. She had to stay up most of the night to grade things, so I decided to do my studying and assignments with her.

I was currently walking down to Minerva's office, school bag in hand. I walked slowly, trying not to push my body too hard. My bump had grown even more in the past few weeks, and it was getting difficult to keep my balance, especially when I was tired and the corridors were only partially lit.

I was relieved when I finally reached her office without stumbling and walked inside. Minerva was at her desk, with her head in her hands, loose strands of hair starting to fall out of her tight bun.

"Everything alright?" I asked, closing the door behind me.

She looked up and her face brightened when she saw me. "Yes, just mentally preparing myself for all of these essays," she answered, sighing as she gestured at the towering pile of essays.

"At least you don't have to write them," I responded, flopping myself not the chair across from her. I picked up my bag and started pulling my ink, quill, and parchment out, along with the numerous books I had brought with me to study from.

"How many do you have to do tonight?" she asked, taking the first essay from the pile and picking up her quill.

"Charms, Herbology, History of Magic, and Potions, all due on Friday," I said, sighing.

"Which essay has to be the longest?" she inquired.

"History of Magic," I replied.

"Do that one tonight. Then it'll be out of the way and you won't have to worry about it the rest of the week," she advised, and I groaned.

History of Magic was my worst subject. It was incredibly boring and I couldn't remember a single date to save my life.

"I still don't get how a ghost can even grade essays. He can't even pick up the parchment," I grumbled, but still grudgingly opened my textbook to find information to write down.

"I wouldn't know, I never talk to him. But like it or not, you need to pass that class to graduate," Minerva said as her eyes skimmed over the essay in her hands.

I sighed and started to write my essay. We both worked in silence for another half-hour, the only sound being quills on pieces of parchment until Minerva spoke again.

"What are your plans for this summer?" she asked.

"Sev said I could come and live with him, as I pretty much have been all year anyway, and because we're engaged now," I told her, my eyes trying to find useful information in the textbook.