grassy meadows

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Harry, Hermione, Ron, and I were discharged from the hospital wing at noon the next day.

Another Hogsmeade visit was scheduled for today which left the castle mostly deserted.

After our ordeal the four of us decide to hang back.

"Are you sure you don't want to come Blythe?" Hermione questions.

I shake my head, letting out a tired yawn.

They were off to roam around the grounds and after the night I had yesterday I was not going.

"Alright, well, we'll see you in a bit" Ron calls, following Hermione and Harry out of the portrait door.

And now quiet floods my ears.

My eyelids felt heavy as I rest my head on the soft cushion.

Leonie let out a soft purr as she climbs up onto the couch.

I quickly scoop her up unto my arms, cuddling her closely as she grazes her head against my cheek.

A piece of parchment was attached to her side and I quickly take it off of her and read over it.

'Bunny,

meet me where you love to watch the stars.

I want to talk.

- Draco'

I fold the note and tuck it into my back pocket before quickly getting up and heading out the portrait door.

Many staircases later I finally make my way into the Astronomy Tower.

My favorite place in the entire school.

Draco's too.

My footsteps echo on the spiral metal stairs as I make my way to the top.

Draco was sitting down, his back turned towards me as he stares at the horizon.

I bite my lip before walking towards him and sitting down beside him, pulling my knees to my chest.

We sat in silence for awhile before I say something.

"You know I don't hate you, right?" I mumble, looking over at him.

He gazes over at me slightly, still trying to avoid my eyes.

"I don't hate you either Blythe, and I'm not angry anymore" the blond haired boy says, finally looking at me.

His soft grayish-blue eyes hold a familiar fondness and nostalgia as he stares at me.

"I'm really sorry for slapping you I don't know what came over me" I apologize genuinely.

The sides of his mouth twist up into a slight smile as he gazes down at his hands.

"Are we still friends?" the blond haired boy questions.

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