Eclipse ; Draco Malfoy

Chapter Thirty-five

a u r o r a  f o r s y t h e

They welcomed me here once more. Narcissa was glad to see me here again. She's smiling but her actions speak more than what she portrays in her face.

Lucius on the other side was staring at me as if he's judging my entire soul, as if I did something terrible that made him disappointed. However, he doesn't speak so much.

At midnight after the Death Eaters' meeting, Draco quietly enters the door and slip his body into the silk sheets and nibble my skin and my neck and everything he touch as if doing that would change the fact that he's a Death Eater, as if he's forgetting his problems for a little while.

"Lovely," he whispered, "Are you awake?" he queried as I roll my body closer to him, groaning, and clasped his hand, "They want me to go downstairs, at the Drawing Room."

I opened my eyes, "Why is that so, love?" I asked groggily, feeling nauseous, "Is it urgent? If it is, then go."

He sighed, "They think they caught Potter." he murmured weakly while my eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I open my eyes. "Weasley and Granger too. And they want me to tell if it's him or not."

"Draco, please tell them he's not." I pleaded desperately as I carefully sit, "Please help Harry in all ways you can." I sobbed in his chest, burying myself as he comforts me.

"I will, lovely." he assured, grabbing me closer to his chest while I listen to his heart, thudding in nervousness. "But there's something wrong with his face. It was like deformed."

"But what if they knew it was Harry, Draco?" I asked worriedly, "Would they call the Dark Lord?"

"Certainly." he replied stiffly, "I want you to stay here and don't leave, alright?" he ordered as I nod.

"Draco, please," I sniffed, "help them for me." I pleaded once again as he nod, kissing me on my forehead.

Minutes had gone by but there's still no sign of Draco coming back. I was worried about him and my friends. I was so curious about what's going on down there.

As I spend more time here, the more chances Harry will get caught and if they also caught Hermione and Ron, who else would it be, except Harry?

It kills me to just sit here and wait for Draco's coming. I have to find a way to help them and I came up with another clever, not so clever impulsive decision.

I hurriedly grabbed a robe and covered myself. I ran fast to reach the Drawing Room before it's too late. I pulled out my bravery and stepped in.

"What an ugly man." I yelled sardonically as I enter.

I know Harry's completely opposite from being ugly but his face was swollen and underneath those puffy eyelids are green eyes, completely shining as the light from the huge, fancy chandelier in the center of the room reflects.

"Aurora, dear, could you tell us if this is Potter." Bellatrix asked desperately while I come forward.

I can visibly see how desperate she was on turning over Harry to Voldemort. Draco's lips gaped and closed. He told me to stay but I disobeyed him.

Behind Harry was Hermione and Ron with thick ropes entangled in their hands and the Griphook. I saw their faces, confused and angry. But they couldn't blame me for doing this. After all, this is for Harry's safety, the Chosen One.

"I bet you would know better." Bellatrix seethed.

Suddenly every single memory of us flashed back. The Sorting Ceremony where we're excited to get sorted to our respective houses, to where we are right now.