The slytherin queen

Chapter 30

Many months have passed since Amalia gained a part of her memories. She has been secretly seeing Draco behind her father's back.

Mostly, he's been helping her gain the other memories added with some kissing and playing around. She had remembered many things about her life and Draco, but there was this thing that was nagging her, she couldn't remember the spell she used to defeat her father when she was younger, as if he blocked that specific spell.

-Amalia!

She is startled, she's been gone in her thoughts that she hasn't heard her father call her.

They were at the dinner table. Still at the Malfoy Manor, her father seemed to like the place, since he didn't want to leave it.

-Yes, Father?

He gave her a look that promised punishment.

-I was saying that we have found Harry Potter and his companions.

Fear seared into her but she tried to hide it as if it were normal news.

-In what is it my problem?

-We'll need you to identify them, they have a spell, and we need to make sure it's them.

-Then, you don't have Harry Potter.

-I do!

She eyed him while he rolled his eyes and controlled his anger.

-What I mean, dear daughter that Harry Potter might be in our hands. The only thing missing is to identify him so that we know for sure.

She sat back in her chair, with her fork in hand. An unreadable expression on her face.

-Sure. Why should I identify him? Everyone here knows what Harry Potter looks like.

She waved her in the air, pointing to every person looking at them in this moment.

-You won't be the only one identifying him. Many will. But you're last, your testimony is more important.

-Who will be there?

-Many. Even the son of our hosts, Draco Malfoy.

Her heart skipped a beat at his name, but she didn't dare look at him, or show that she recognized the boy of her dreams.

-Who is?

Draco was right across from her. She glanced up at him. Just a look, so her father wouldn't notice. She could've sworn hurt flashed in his eyes before he hid it as well.

-He's sitting right here.

Draco's father intervened, pointing at his son. She barely spared him a glance before she stared at Draco who was looking right back at her.

-Hey.

Draco had the guts to talk, she arched a brow at him and looked back at her father.

-In what am I concerned in all this? He can do it on his own.

-He will, and you'll do it too. We end here.

She sighed and left the room.

She arrived at her room only to find Draco already there.

-How did you come here so early?

He shrugged took the plate from her hands, and locked the door behind her.

After the argument with her father, she went to the gardens for fresh air, and then to the kitchen for some dessert.

Asking him that question was stupid.

-You are late.

-I know.

-And you're mad.

-I can't remember, Draco. It's like this veil in my head. I can't remember the spell to outsmart him.

He placed the plate on her bed and held her hands, squeezing gently.

-You will find it.

She sighed and let go. Walking over to the window.

-I'm getting frustrated, Draco, when will that happen? It's been months. Many.

He hugged her from behind, whispering in her ear.

-It doesn't matter. We'll figure it out, no matter how long it takes.

She turned around to face him.

-His wishes are far more twisted Draco, I can't provide them anymore.

-Identifying Harry isn't twisted.

-No, but killing more innocent people does.

-You need a break.

-Do I?

He held her in his arms giving her a chaste kiss to her temple.

-Yes, you do. You have to take a break.

-How can I take a break when he's constantly behind me?

-Yes, you can and you will. Here come.

He pinned her to the wall by the window and looked her up and down.

-Tell me.

He murmured in her ear kissing his way from her ear to her jaw.

-Mhhm. She couldn't focus on anything thanks to the marvel feeling his tongue was providing her.

-Tell me you missed me.

He brushed his lips against hers, the hint of a kiss.

-I missed you so much.

Her hand went behind his neck while she stared into his deep grey eyes.

He had that tiny smirk on him and he kissed her on the lips, a passionate kiss.

His hands glided up and down her spine, his caress light and gentle and maddening in the best of ways, he was touching her like she was precious, precious to him.

His tongue demanded entry, and she parted her lips for him, welcoming his taste. He broke away from the kiss, his gaze darkening as he dragged it from her eyes downward, watching as her hands explored his chest under his shirt, trying to evoke ecstasy for him.

He ground his hips against her, a moan escaping from her lips.

Wood splintered around them, and the door exploded around them, finding its way onto the bed, startling them both.

They jumped away from each other, meeting the Dark Lord's face.

He mumbled a spell, and they both fell unconscious on the floor.