Two Sisters, Two Loves

Returning Home for the Summer

*Neville’s Point of View*
  This is so exciting. Krista gets to meet Gran as my girlfriend for the first time. I’ve sent letters and pictures, but it’s nothing like seeing us in person.
  I kept my arm tight around her shoulders, “Are you ready to meet my grandmother when we get home?”
  Krista grinned, “Neville, I’ve already met her. She babysat me and Kenzie quite a few times, remember? It is how we met after all.”
  I laughed a little bit, “I know, but I mean are you ready to meet her as my girlfriend?”
  “Of course I am,” She smiled brightly.
  I grinned at her. It’s exciting, but also very nerve-wrecking. My grandmother is very protective of me, especially because of my parents. She may have watched Krista and I grow up together, but that won’t stop her protective tendencies. I remember back when I first started crushing on Krista. Gran noticed almost instantly and would always be questioning me about her and would want to know everything we did when we hung out together. It got pretty annoying actually.
  My excitement grew as we pulled into King’s Cross station. Krista and I grabbed our things and followed the crowd of fellow students out to the platform. Her parents were waiting close by for us.
  “Krista! Neville!” Her mom called out to us in a happily high-pitched voice.
  Krista dragged me over to them with a huge smile on her face. Her mom hugged us both and her dad kissed her head and shook my hand.
  “Good seeing again, Neville,” Her dad smiled.
  “Good seeing you, too, Sir.”
   He patted me on the shoulder, “And we’re taking you home. Your grandmother had a club gathering tonight.”
  I smiled, “That’s Gran all right.”
  He turned back to Krista, “Krista? Where’s your sister?”
  She shrugged, “I don’t know. Haven’t seen her since we left the school.”
  Their dad looked around the platform, glancing toward the train and pointing, “I see her. Krista, can you go get her?”
  “Sure, dad.”
  I watched Krista disappear into the crowd. Seeing her appear again by the train next to Kenzie. It took me a minute to realize who else was there.
  “Ugh, it’s the Malfoy boy,” Their dad growled. “I’m sure he’s just as corrupted as his father.”
  Uh oh. Little red flags are going up. Now I can see why Kenzie and Malfoy dated in secret for a while.
  I felt Mr. Lewis pat me on the back, “Son, I sure hope there’s another one of you at that school of yours. We need one for our eldest there.”
  “I-I don’t think that’d work too well, Sir,” I stuttered.
  “Why not?”
  I tried to think of something fast without exposing Kenzie’s relationship with Malfoy, “Well, I’m not her type.”
  He bellowed a laugh, “That’s funny, son. You’re a good kid and my daughters are also good kids. It works.” He thought for a moment, “You know, those Weasley boys are pretty well-mannered too. I wonder why Kenzie hasn’t considered one of them. Especially that Percy. He’s a marvel at the Ministry...”
  I tuned out Mr. Lewis’s ranting, but he just went on and on about the Weasley family. I guess Mr. Lewis feels that Kenzie needs to date too since Krista is. I sure wasn’t going to tell them the truth. Not unless I want Kenzie to dig my grave. I watched as Krista dragged Kenzie back to us. Their parents hugging and kissing her like with Krista.
  Mr. Lewis clamped his hand on Kenzie’s shoulder, “I saw that. Was the Malfoy boy harassing you? I can cut him to the lowest level if he’s harassing you.”
  She looked to Krista and I for help, brushing her hair from her face, “No, dad. We just happened to get off the train at the same time.”
  “Good. Now, let’s head home shall we?”
  I nudged Krista and whispered to her, “Things make a lot of sense now.”
  She sighed, “You think?”
  We headed towards the red truck in the parking lot. Mr. Lewis packed our stuff in the back and we all climbed in, taking off towards downtown London. With everything so far, I know this summer will be the best.
*Draco’s Point of View*
  So, we’re heading home tomorrow. I can’t believe how fast this year has gone. It still seems like just yesterday I had trapped Kenzie in the supply closet, being near her for the first time. Earlier this week, Krista told me Kenzie was in the hospital wing, but she didn’t say why. All I knew from it was that she was fine and it wasn’t serious. She just needed stitches. I tried to visit her, but her friends chased me off. Yelling at me to leave and saying I’m a threat to her. It wasn’t until The Daily Prophet was delivered the next morning did I find out what happened. My gut wrenched in disgust, both with my father and the other Death Eaters for hurting her and with myself for not being there to protect her. When I saw her next, I could see part of the cut peeking from her shirt and I died a little inside. The other night, we were at our hideout for some much needed alone time. I had managed to convince her to tell me more about what happened at the Ministry of Magic. My heart stopped cold in my chest hearing her tell me the details. Everything from seeing my father with the other Death Eaters, Greyback slashing along her collarbone and chest with the sharp blade of a dagger to Bellatrix killing Potter’s Godfather. She even kept apologizing for the way the others acted towards me. Assuring me that I was no threat to her. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I am a threat. Every minute she’s with me, the higher her risk of being discovered by the Dark Lord and if he finds her, her life would be put in jeopardy.
  I kept kissing her gently as tears stained her soft cheeks. I pulled back her shirt a little, kissing along her throat. She seemed fine until I uncovered her wound, kissing it lightly as a parent would for their hurt child. The whole thing must’ve really emotionally impacted her, because she immediately pushed me away, fixing her shirt to cover it back up.
  “I’m sorry,” I murmured to her.
  She nuzzled my neck, “It’s okay, Draco. I know you’re just trying to make me feel better.”
  What am I to do when I get home? Just punch my father in the face and demand why he didn’t help protect her, even though the answer’s obvious? He and mom still don’t know about me and Kenzie. I’m constantly getting letters from mom saying she wish she could bring me home to meet with the other Death Eaters. Possibly to gain interest in their plans so I’ll want to be part of it and I can tell you right now I want nothing to do with it. However, now that I’m going home, I have no idea what’s going to happen and to be honest, it scares me. I have a feeling something’s going to change my life and not for the better. In fact, I think it will be destroyed. Everything good will be gone.
  The train ride back was long. I’ve never been this anxious about going home before. Kenzie knew something was wrong and she snuggled up next to me the entire way. Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise know exactly how I feel at this moment, but something tells me they won’t be blessed with a burden. As far as Kenzie’s safety, only Blaise knows everything I have planned. He swore he wouldn’t say anything. I have a feeling the three are really taking to her based on how they act. The other Slytherins still don’t like her, but the guys have started treating her like family. Welcoming her with open arms when she wants to hang with us.
  Kenzie fell asleep about an hour after we left the station, still nestled in my side. I gazed down at her lovingly. She sighed sleepily, making me smile. How I wish I could just take her and run away. Far away from all this nonsense.
  “Malfoy?”
  I looked up at the three. Blaise glancing at Kenzie a bit worriedly, “Are you sure?”
  I nodded, leaning down and kissing her forehead, “I’m sure. However, if he does find out, I’m telling you now that he’ll have to kill me first.”
  They all looked down, too unsure to speak. I mean what I say. If he wants her, he’ll have to kill me. Eventually we arrived back at King’s Cross, but I didn’t want to move. I told the others to go on since Kenz is still sleeping. I waited until we were alone to wake her up.
  “Wake up, love,” I whispered to her, “We’re here.”
  Her eyes fluttered open and she stretched out, hugging me tighter, “Do we have to go? Couldn’t we just go back and spend our summer in our hideout?”
  I laughed, kissing the top of her head, “I wish. Our parents would hunt us down though.”
  She giggled, sitting up and rubbing her eyes sleepily, “You’re right. Let’s go.”
  I stood up and offered her my hand. She took it happily, standing up in front of me. I closed the distance between us with a delicate kiss. We haven’t even left each other’s sides yet and I already ached for her.
  “I’m going to miss you,” she sighed sadly.
  I kissed her again, “I’ll miss you, too.”
  She grabbed her small bag and we left the car, exiting out to the platform.
  Krista ran up to us and grabbed Kenzie’s arm, biting her lip nervously, “Sorry, Malfoy. Dad’s watching and we need to go.”
  I watched them leave, disheartened I didn’t have the chance to tell Kenzie goodbye or that I love her. I’m afraid I may not be able to for a really long time, if I ever will have the chance again.
  “Draco, sweetheart!”
  I turned around to see my parents waiting for me and calling me over. I wanted to run the opposite direction. Run after Kenzie or just run away period, but I forced my legs forward. Walking towards them reluctantly. My mom gave me squeezing hug and a kiss on the cheek. My dad just tousled my hair and both of them led me home. I dragged my feet with dread weighing me down as we approached our house. This summer is going to be a nightmare.