alluringly entwined | f.w, d.m

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"Are you going to stick to me like a leech forever?" Draco's words were muffled by his toothbrush.

"I just want to make sure you're okay." Oshun's arms hugged his middle from behind, lips pressing light kisses on his bare back muscles.

"Darling, I was okay after one night at the Hospital Wing and I'm okay now." He chuckled, amused, as he spit the foam out and rinsed his mouth.

She was just scared that he would slip away from her because he nearly did before. He couldn't die before she was supposed to. She refused it.

He needed to live a long and happy life. She also just wanted to be there for him—give him reassurance, love, and comfort.

They were in his dorm and she never left his side. She'd spent nights with him and days and mornings with him.

Since her health had gotten worse due to her using her magic, her puking and her nosebleeds happened more often.

She was impossibly more tired than she was before, but she was doing good at hiding the fact that she was dying on the inside.

She didn't focus too much on herself and her health, but instead on Draco.

She'd asked him if he was okay with sleeping in his dorm since this was the room where he was stabbed by his best friend.

"There's no reason for me not to be fine," Draco had replied evenly. "Theo just made a mistake. We all make mistakes. He's my best friend and I forgive him."

Oshun could see it in Draco's eyes that he was traumatized by the fact that he got stabbed by his best friend in this very room, but he kept saying it was okay and that he forgave Theodore and that it was a mistake.

Anyone would be traumatized by getting stabbed by their best friend in their dorm, certainly.

But Draco was perhaps just handling it differently because everyone dealt with trauma in their own ways.

He used Oshun's love and comfort for coping, which was one of the many reasons she never left his side. He smoked more often too now, she noticed. He drank often and he smoked more than he used to.

Theodore was sent to Azkaban—five hundred years—so Draco often wrote letters to him, and they just wrote back and forth.

It seemed like they allowed Theodore to write back, so that was definitely one of the things Draco used for coping.

Oshun didn't know what they wrote to each other about, but whatever it was seemed like it was giving Draco some sort of closure because he appeared to be perfectly fine.

He was also making tremendous efforts to find a psychiatrist for Theodore because he wanted to help him.

Apparently Nott Sr. wasn't too happy about his son's sentence, but there was nothing he could have done about it. Even money was declined.

Nott Sr. wasn't charged or sentenced with anything because there was no actual proof of any abuse or anything happening to Theodore. All the proof had healed from the boy's body.

Innocent until proven guilty.

Oshun remembered something that Draco had mentioned to her. "He says he fancies it in Azkaban because he's far from his father," he had told her about Theodore.

That broke Oshun's heart.

Classes, once again, got cancelled for the week because of how heavy the events were and what effect that had on the students and professors.

"Takahashi, you don't want to see Weasley?" Draco's voice ripped through her thoughts.

"I don't want to leave you," Oshun mumbled, and clung onto him as he padded to his dresser.