Twisted (Year 3)

Constellations

~(Y/N) POV~

A few days have passed since the incident in Hogsmeade. Draco's been out for blood. Gryffindor blood.

He's convinced that it's Harry's doing, and I can see where he's coming from. Unfortunately, we don't have any proof. So I think we should just let it go and move on.

"I'm telling you we need revenge. We can't just let them push us around like that." Draco argues.

"We have more important things to be focusing on right now." I slump down on the black leather couch.

The Slytherin common room provides a familiar and comforting atmosphere. The green fire provides heat, and the light gives Draco's face a colored glow.

"Like what." He runs his hand through his hair.

"Going home today." I raise my eyebrows. "It's Christmas break already and we haven't discussed breaking into my dads study yet."

Draco stares long and hard at the wall in front of him.

"You promised." I remind him.

"I know." He responds lowly. "There isn't much to plan. You'll  sneak in, and I'll stand guard."

"Good." I smile. "Let's get going, we don't want the train to leave without us."

Draco and I gather our belongings and make our way out of the common room.

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The double doors of Wolfwood mansion clang shut behind me. I give Draco a look before speaking to my mother.

"Thank you for letting Draco stay until our Christmas party." I smile reluctantly at her.

"Supper will be ready in 45 minutes." She replies, walking towards my father's study.

I sigh and lead Draco up to my room. My mothers never been kind, I don't know why I expected her to respond positively.

We get to my room and Draco scans the walls.

"Nothing has changed much." He chuckles.

"I didn't do much to it this summer." I smile. "When I was bored of sitting in here I'd go out to our garden and pick strawberries and feed the animals."

He walks over to the window and looks over the rolling hills. The icy tree branches rustle in the wind, and a snow fox snakes its way through some low bushes.

I look down at our garden and think about this summer. Even though it's barren in the winter I can picture the green grape vines and towering bushes.

"I missed you this summer." I admit almost accidently.

He turns his head to look at me and I keep my gaze out the window. My face gets hot with embarrassment and I shift my weight uncomfortably.

"This summer will be different." He looks back out the window. "I'll come see you."

We stand there for a few more moments of silence.

I feel his hand brush against mine lightly. My breath catches in my throat, and I see him smirk out of the corner of my eye.

Slowly, he intertwines our fingers together.

Internally, I panic. After what happened in Hogsmeade I thought we weren't doing this sort of thing.

"It's ok." He says quietly. "Let's just be here for a second."

"Alright." I smile softly and finally look over at him.

He rubs the back of my hand with his thumb. Heat rushes up to my face and I bite my lip.

"You can't look at me like that." He slowly scans my face.