Twin Flames

It's that time of year again.

Since finding the muggleborn mother dead, Harry and Draco had been aware of the magic in the atmosphere more keenly and as the magic grew and buzzed like a swarm of hornets, they knew it was getting closer to Lucius gaining the power he had sought to gain so viciously. Draco was moody and so were a lot of others, Lavender for example had become ravenous for food lately and she would get emotional at the drop of a hat. Everyone had attributed it to the fact that she missed Ron and knew he was coming home soon for good.

It wasn't until the morning of the 2nd of May that they found out why that was exactly. The day had become a national day, everyone was able to freely take the day to celebrate or mourn. Two whole years since the end of the war, two years of almost peace, until Lucius fucked it. This meant that the school didn't have lessons on that day, instead holding vigils in the courtyard Luna had designed for all those who were still lost.

People were free to come and go as they pleased to see loved ones and at the end of the day there would be a feast in honor of all who fought and those that fell. Harry was meant to make a speech at that feast this year and Draco was helping him go over it when Blaise and Hermione walked in to their room knocking only as they opened the door, Lavender looking green following behind.

"What an odd bunch to grace us with their company!" Harry exclaimed pleasantly. He was getting sick of practicing, he may not be so annoyed at his fame as he used to be but, there were still some things about being the bloody savior of the world he didn't enjoy, like speeches.

"Don't get too excited, we were heading to the library with a few of the others and found her standing in the hall trying to get to you two so thought we would escort her up." Hermione explained, dumping Lavender in their room and leaving again, Blaise waved as he followed Hermione, grinning like the love sick puppy he was.

"Are you ok?" Draco asked Lavender, she looked around their bedroom caught a glance at the only bed in the room and blushed.

"Er, yes and no." She looked visibly shaken up which from Lavender these days was odd. Since she had changed to a werewolf, she had become more of a badass than she was before. The old Lavender might have played dumb and acted coy but the new Lavender was actually pretty decent. So she was acting out of sorts but nothing prepared Harry for the question that came from her lips. "Do you still think of Ron as your best friend?"

She had asked so bluntly and she stared him right in the eye as she did, it unsettled Harry a little. He grasped for words, taken aback. "Yeah, he'll always be my best mate as long as he keeps his head out of his arse from now on." Harry answered. Draco had forgiven him, in large because Draco felt there was a kind of evenness to their suffering now so, Harry wasn't holding on to it, he would still be cautious when it came to Draco's safety around Ron but he figured with time it would all be water under the bridge.

"Then I might need your help. And if you trust Draco I feel I can trust him with this too, I already do but please, I don't know what to do." She then started crying there on the spot. Draco seemed to have the carers touch more than Harry, he seemed so much like Narcissa in that respect, that Harry just let Draco do his thing. Draco was horrible at figuring out his own emotions but for some reason he seemed great at getting through to others who were emotional.

Draco sniffed the air around Lavender, he had gotten close to comfort her, she had been all worked up lately and Draco wondered if the stress of everything was finally getting to her. She smelt weird though, not quite like herself, it was her, but it wasn't and it was confusing him until he noticed her cradling her abdomen as she cried.

"I'm sure both of us would have sniffed it out eventually." Draco said to Lavender in a way to try to get her to laugh. She had been the one to help him learn scenting when he was talking to her about her experiences as a wolf and its effects on her human form. He had learned that scents were the same but stronger, so things she could normally smell before now smelt richer and things she couldn't smell at all now had scents. She had helped him identify the new smells he was having difficulty pinpointing, things like the musky scent of desire he knew and it did vary slightly with whom was aroused, an awkward thing to discover sitting next to Hermione while Blaise apparently said something in her ear that had her going from zero to flushed in a heartbeat.