Forget Me Not - Draco Malfoy x Reader

7. The Past...?

          I decided to just forget about the shower and head up to the Astronomy Tower with Draco, and we sat in our original positions, the ones we did when he came up to ask how I was and about Amelia. We sat beside each other, holding each other's hands. He chuckled lowly at my face as my hair blew across my head wildly. I looked at him and smiled nervously and confusedly.

          "What?" I laughed quietly. He smoothed my hair out and held it down to my scalp with each hand on one side of my head. "You're adorable. Never stop being you, ok?" He says while the wind whips around us. I smile in response to him, and I nod in agreement. "Ok" I whisper below my breath. He kisses my forehead and removes his hands, I'd be lying if I said it didn't give me butterflies. He rested his head on my shoulder and we stared off into the nothingness of the night. Before I even realised it, it was time to go inside, time to go to bed. He sighed and moved off of me, but the next thing he said confused me.

          "I remember when we first met...right here." He said as he stared into the night. I was already standing, but he was still sitting down. I looked at him and laughed once. "Draco...what do you mean? We met on the train..." I smiled in confusion, he turned back to look at me, but I didn't see him. Well...I did, but it was him three years younger, and an 11 year old me standing right in front of current me. I backed away in half confusion, half terror. I didn't remember any of this...why? I have a very clear memory of meeting him on the train, not here, I didn't meet him here...but that's me, definitely me. Young Draco stood up in front of young me and had an angry look on his face. He said in a very stern, very annoyed voice, "Why are you here? Do you wan-" we both stopped, current me and young Draco, when we heard young Octavia stifle a sob. She didn't even know this kid, but she walked up to him and gave him a hug, crying into his robes. The scene was cut short when I heard frantic voices, as I slowly regained consciousness and heard Draco, Amelia's boyfriend, I didn't know his name, Mattheo Riddle, Enzo, and a few other people. All of them were drilling Draco on what happened, but he didn't know. 'Again...this happened again.' I thought to myself. I am so tired of this damn hospital wing. 

          I awoke early, but I was able to flag down Madam Pomfrey and convince her to let me go to class. I quickly dressed in my robes, hurriedly ran to the dorms to grab my bags and class items, and made my way to potions. I am so late. I'm gonna have detention, I know it. But I was wrong, I didn't get detention. Professor Snape welcomed me back, like I was his daughter. A particularly warm greeting for a particularly cold man. I sat down at an empty table, since Amelia got expelled. I tried to get my brain to focus on the lesson, tried to take notes when he said, tried to answer questions when he asked, but my brain wouldn't concentrate on that. I could only focus on what happened last night, what it meant. Soon, an ineffective potions class was over and I was left with one class to not pay attention in. It's not like it was my fault though, right? It's my stupid brain's fault! Well...I guess that would make it mine too, wouldn't it? I ran up the dungeon stairs, hurried to the dorms to grab my things for transfiguration, and met a very solemn Draco at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for me. I grabbed his hand and ran to class, getting yelled at by the passing students and the stationary paintings. When we finally got to class, about 10 minutes early, I sat down beside him and laid my head on the table. Draco was staring at the ground, sitting far from the table and I. I looked back at him, my head still on the table, and sighed.

          "Draco, what's wrong?" I asked, slightly annoyed, yet slightly concerned. He looked up at me with bloodshot eyes and dark eyebags. He didn't say anything for a second, but finally, in a broken, cracked voice, he said, "I need you to tell me what you saw. Please." He looked back down at the floor. He's in worse condition than I am...but why? Nothing makes sense! I sighed as Professor McGonagall walked in. She stopped by our desk, put her hand on my shoulder and welcomed me back. I smiled up at her and thanked her. I looked back at Draco who was still staring at me. I finally nodded and mouthed the words 'after class'. Transfiguration class was just like Potions. My brain wouldn't take notes, answer questions, or even just pay attention to the lesson, it was too busy trying to make connections, and I will say, I came up with some pretty bogus ones, at that, like the fact that I may be Draco's sister, which I knew wasn't even close to true because Him and I looked nothing alike, and plus, my father has pictures of my mother just out of the hospital, holding me, and I look exactly like my father. When the dismissal bell rang, I got up slowly, yet with haste. I packed up quickly, yet I didn't leave until Draco did. He walked back to our dorms, made my change out of my robes, put my stuff away and "come with him". So I did, and we walked for what felt like forever, until we got to a tree out on the front lawn, it was a tree that had always caught my attention, just because it was circled in white flowers, beautiful ones at that. Draco sat, with his back to the tree, and patted the spot beside him. I quickly sat beside him, eager to hear what he had to say. "Please don't get mad."

"I haven't been entirely truthful with you..."

AHHH FINALLY!!! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've just been out of it, and I had to stay with my father, and it's just a lot of things to go into detail about, but I'm back and I'll try to post more! Stay safe and stay hydrated! xx