Skinny Love(Draco Malfoy)

Chapter Twenty-One-The Return

Chapter Twenty-One-The Return

"Elora, are you sure you have everything? Wand? Books? Robes?" Lupin fretted as we got out of the car, double checking all of my bags once more.

"Remus, stop worrying so much, she'll be fine," Tonks said, coming behind him and rubbing his shoulders.

"Things are different now," he stressed, turning around to face his partner.

"I'm well aware of that, I'll be safe," I reassure. I slung a small backpack over my shoulder that held the most of my necessities. I managed to convince Lupin to turn over pictures of my mother and father, some including James and Lily Potter. Since Lupin wouldn't tell Harry anything, I took matters into my own hand. I also stuffed my journal in my bag, regardless of the fact I had hardly touched it all summer. It felt comforting to have with me.

"Stay out of harms way," he said one last time, pulling me into  a quick hug and Tonks doing the same.

"I'll do my best," I smile. I send them one last wave before walking into Kings Cross Station and heading straight onto Platform Nine and Three Quarters. I hastily fixed my black Peter-Pan collar dress and ran a hand through my hair. I had found myself caring more and more for my appearance, not knowing if it was a good or a bad thing. I couldn't help but grin when I noticed a boy with platinum blonde hair standing about a meter ahead of me, clothed in a completely black suit and a black turtleneck. My walk sped into a run as I neared him, jumping forward and wrapping my arms around his neck. He stiffened slightly before realizing who it was, then wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his head in my neck.

"I missed you," he whispered, holding me tighter.

"The feeling is terribly mutual," I mutter before tearing myself away and taking a good look at him. He was skinnier, much more frail than before, and his hair was tidily swept back.

"You look wonderful," he smiled, taking his hand in mine and twirling me around slightly.

"I would have to say the same to you, I really love your hair like this," I  express, running a hand through it.

"Let's go find somewhere to sit," he said tugging on my hand a little bit. I followed him graciously, taking up a completely empty compartment. I shut the door quickly behind us and made sure it was locked.

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" I demand from him, my hands brushing his face and worry seeping through my tone of voice, "You're skinnier and that scares me."

"I'm aright, it's okay, I'm alright," he soothes, taking my hands and holding them in his own.

"Can I see it?" I whisper while looking at the ground. I didn't want to face him and see his reaction.

"Not now, I don't want to see it myself," he darkly chuckled, taking a seat and dragging me down with him, "I don't want to talk about it really."

"I found out more about my mother," I tell him, changing the subject quickly. I knew he didn't want to talk about the hell that was his summer, "She was a Potter. Sister to James Potter."

"Merlin's beard, you have quite the family tree," Draco breathed. He refrained himself from saying anything else, not wanting to offend me. Things grew silent soon after. I couldn't help but think back to the start of last year, the similarity bothering me. I was growing tired when Draco spoke up, "Have you written anything?"

"Not much, to be honest. I only have one," I shrug, not caring for it that much.

"Read it to me, please," he requested and I couldn't help but oblige. I rummaged through my bag and pulled out the old journal, dusting it off.

"A boy and a girl,

Both misunderstood, both mysterious.

Carrying the burden of their families.

They reunite in the sky, creating a perfect moon.

Yet no one knows which is the dark side of the moon," I recite carefully, watching out for Draco's reaction.

"Beautiful as always, you never fail to amaze me," he murmurs before giving me a small kiss, the only thing that felt normal to me.

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"Draco," I shake him awake after he fell asleep on my shoulder, "I'm sorry, my love, but I need to go talk to Harry. Why don't you go catch up with Crabbe and Goyle?"

"Fine," he grumbles, sitting up and stretching.

"Someone is cranky," I tease, "I'll see you in the Great Hall later, alright? I love you,"

"I love you too," he hums as I leave, my heart still swelling when I hear his words. As I'm walking along the train, I bump into someone with familiar strawberry.

"I'm so sorry!" she says, completely flustered.

"It's alright, Florence," I laugh. She was happy to see me, but I saw Harry enter a compartment and needed to talk to him urgently, "I'll see you at the feast, okay?"

"Okay!" she cheers while I walk away and slip into Harry's compartment. I frown when I see Ron and Hermione staring at me with distaste in their eyes.

"Excuse me, but I need to talk to Harry," I tell them politely, standing there with great poise.

"Fine," Hermione sighs and grabs Ron's wrist, "Come on, Ron, we can go get dressed."

"Thank you," I mutter as they leave, moving to sit across from him.

"How are you, Elora?" Harry asks, sitting upright.

"I'm alright, I hope you can say the same for yourself," I say, starting to retrieve the pictures from my bag.

"I can," he nods slightly. It began to get quiet, but I stopped it soon.

"I need to show you something," I start, "I found out more about my mother, and it's important for you to know as well."

"What is it?" he questions, leaning forward as I handed him some of the photographs.

"My mother, Felicity, was a Hufflepuff. She was a pureblood. Sirius and her older brother were great friends, causing their relationship to spark, so you could say," I hinted at as he came across a picture of Felicity and James.

"Is this her?" he asked, flashing the picture.

"Yes sir," I take a deep breath in, "That's my mother, Felicity Elizabeth Potter."

"Potter?" Harry sputters, his eyes wide in shock.

"Surprise!"