Dracotok Story

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You grab the vase. You're spinning and you get dizzy. You land and fall in... sand? You hear
seagulls and weakly open your eyes. Your head is spinning. "The fucking beach!?" You recogniae the area and turn around to see the beach house. You stand, and Draco holds your arms to calm you down. "I love the beach, but not when my friends are dying! Why the fuck am here!" You scream at him.

"I had to get you out of there, and I had this portkey already made."

"You don't need to save me! I need to go back. I need to fight!"

You struggle against his grasp, trying to push past him to the vase in the sand.

"Y/n, you're not going back!"

"Yes I am!" You sob, eventually giving up trying to fight him. You bury your face in his chest and cry, while he holds you and puts a hand on the back of your head. "They're
dying" you whisper.

"That's why I had to get you out of there, y/n. You asked me what I would do if it were you instead of Lavender, and I can't even imagine it. I can't lose you." He hugs you tighter. "How about we go inside?" He says.

"What?" you mumble, looking up at him with tear stained eyes.

While one of his arms is still around, his other searches his pocket, pulling out a silver key. "I was talking to Lauren a while back, and with some of my inheritance, we bought the house. It's under her name now, but she'll sign it over to us when we're of age. I was saving this for your birthday, but I'm assuming we won't be back at school... ever, so we can stay here for now" Draco says, pushing the door open.

You want to cry from happiness of being back here, but your happiness is being pulled down by the weight of the unknown that's going on at Hogwarts right now.

You turn around to meet Draco's eyes and hold his hands. "Thank you. For the house. Not for taking me away" you say, not quite being able to smile. "I know I don't look excited, but I am. I just can't with everything going on right now."

"I know baby" he says, pulling you in for a hug. "And you can be mad at me. I know I just took
you away from the people you were fighting with, and I understand where you're coming from. If you being mad at me keeps you safe, then I'll take it."

You playfully punch his chest before going to sit on the couch. "Where's my phone?" You say, feeling your pockets, as Draco does the same. "I don't have it" you say.

"I don't have mine either" Draco says.

You bury your head in your palms before standing up. "I'm gonna go outside. I'd like to be by myself for a bit."

Draco nods. You go outside and sit on a big rock by the waters edge. You sit there, pondering your thoughts and throwing smaller rocks into the ocean for almost an hour.

•••

It's been 3 days since the war. You'd think it would be alright since you're in your favorite place on earth with your soulmate, but it was torture. You fear the unknown. Is everyone
okay? You assume the worst for Harry because of the last thing you heard Voldemort say. You've cried. A lot. It's been quiet. You don't
have your phones to call anyone, and you don't have an owl to send letters. You're just waiting. For something. An all clear? An invitation to Fred and George's afterparty? An invtation to Harry's funeral? Surely Holly and Lauren know your whereabouts. You'll give it anther day or two here, then go home.

"It just sucks. It sucks to see someone's body with no life in it. Knowing they're gone. They're dead and they're never coming back" you rant at the kitchen table with Draco. "And Teddy" you continue. "He has no mum. No dad. He's only a month old." You feel terrible for Teddy, knowing what it's like to grow up without parents.

There's a tapping on the window. An owl. Energy rushes through your body, knowing that you're finally going to get answers. You take the letter and rip it open. Your heart's pounding. You skim the letter from
Hermione and read aloud some key phrases to Draco. "The war it over... Harry's okay... Voldemort's gone for good... Fred." You fall on your knees, and Draco rushes over.

"What about him? Y/n?" You hand him the letter.