Soulmates, a Drarry Story

A Murderer Among us

Draco's POV

I buried my head in Harry's shoulder "A little longer?" I asked hopefully, hating how desperate I sounded, but not really caring at this particular moment, because I was so incredibly happy.

I felt Harry's hand in my hair, messing it up. I knew he was doing it to annoy me, but I didn't really feel annoyed. "How much gel do you put in your hair?" he asked.

I raised my head, glaring at Harry. "Not all of us can pull off the just walked out of bed look, Harry," I replied haughtily.

He laughed, pulling his hand out of my hair. I ran my hand through my hair, "how did you manage to mess up my hair that much?" I murmured.

Harry just shrugged. A silence fell between us. "You know, it feels really weird to kiss my enemy," Harry said, softly taking my hand.

"Yeah..." I replied.

After a bit more silence, I pulled my hand away from the comforting warmth of harry. "I guess we should go, but... are we telling people about us?" I asked, slightly terrified of the answer, though not knowing exactly what I was terrified of."Up to you," Harry said.

"I think... Maybe we could keep it a secret. I just want it to be about us for a little, since you're famous it'll be so overwhelming..." I said nervously. Harry nodded thoughtfully "true," he agreed.

"Come on," Harry said, walking to the door of our hidden spot. I followed.

Harry's POV

Mal-draco followed behind me. "You know, it's gonna take some getting used to to call you Draco" I commented. "Well, I've been dying to call you Harry for years, so it shouldn't be hard," Draco said to me.

I smiled, before pushing the door open. We split ways and I went back to the Gryffindor common room, but I wasn't prepared for what I found there.

The room was utter chaos, everyone was running, and professor Mcgonagall was screaming for everyone to calm down.

I found myself smothered by a loudly sobbing Hermione.

"They- they- someone t-tried t-to m-murder Ron" she managed to get out through her tears. "What?" I asked, wrapping my arms around Hermione. "When?" Apparently Hermione didn't feel like answering, because all she did was bury her head in my shoulder and cry harder.

My head was pounding, and I started to panic.

Who would have tried to kill Ron? I thought, feeling tears stinging my eyes.

Ethan came up to us in the panicking crowd. "What the fuck is going on?" he asked, but before i could answer, Mcgonagall stepped up on a chair and shouted "students, listen to me"

The crowd quieted. "Yes, someone was nearly murdered, Ronald Weasly. But we are putting added security measures on the whole place," she said to everyone. There was a murmur, and one student asked "are we allowed to go home?"

"Not yet, until we investigate further, no one will be going home." she said firmly. There was a murmur of protest quickly quelled by Mcgonagall's hard stare.

I stood there shocked, with Hermione sobbing hysterically on my shoulder.

So, that happened. I wonder who the murderer is? ;) comment who you think it is in the comments below. Love y'all, thank you for reading, if you liked my story, please vote, it means a lot to me<3 have a lovely day/night!