"Didn't know you was into gingers, Malfoy?"
"Shut up Weasley"
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Gemma Weasley shared many similarities with her siblings, the ginger hair, pale skin, freckles and a super sense of humour, yet she was the one that stood out from them all. Even her tw...
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The door clicked shut behind Umbridge as she led Harry and Hermione out of her office, and the heavy silence that filled the room was suffocating. I could still hear the faint echoes of Harry's protests and the dull thud of the door locking behind them.
I couldn't stop staring at the spot where Draco had last looked at me, his eyes full of urgency and fear. This wasn't over. It couldn't be.
Without warning, Draco stepped forward, his movements quick and deliberate. He raised his wand, a flick of his wrist, Petrificus Tolatus came out of his mouth and the next thing I knew, Goyle's body went stiff, the spell working its magic. I barely had time to process what was happening before Goyle crumpled to the floor, eyes wide but unable to move. One by one, Draco took out the rest of his friends.
When he reached my side, his face softened, his eyes flicking over me as though he were trying to check for any sign of injury. His hand gently touched my arm, his fingers cool against my skin, and his voice was barely above a whisper.
"Gemma, are you okay?" His gaze held mine, searching for any sign of pain, of fear. His worry wrapped around me like a blanket, and for a moment, I allowed myself to feel it, to let go of the constant weight pressing on my shoulders.
I nodded, forcing myself to swallow the tightness in my throat. "I'm fine," I said, but my voice was shaky, betraying me. I could feel my pulse pounding in my neck, my heart racing against my ribs.
Ron's voice broke through the haze, sounding more confused than angry as he took in the sight of Draco standing there, still holding my arm but with the faintest hint of something softer in his eyes. "Thank you."
For the first time, Ron seemed to be processing something deeper, something he'd missed before. It was a realization that hit him all at once, and I could feel the weight of it, the shift in how he saw Draco. He was seeing him differently now-no longer as a mere antagonist but as someone who'd risk everything to protect me.
Before I could process any further, Ron's voice broke the tension. "Gemma, we've got to go. Now."
I didn't need any more encouragement. I was already thinking of what was at stake, of Harry and Hermione, and of the danger we were still in. But then, Draco's hand was on my wrist, pulling me back just for a second, his lips brushing against mine in a quick, urgent kiss.
"Don't do anything stupid," I whispered, my voice barely audible, my eyes catching his in the dim light of the room. "Promise me."
His smirk softened into something far more genuine, a trace of the Draco I knew beneath the cold exterior. He kissed my hand as he released it, his voice low but teasing.
"How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you," he replied, his smirk growing, even as I was pulled away.
The warmth of his kiss stayed with me, lingering in my chest as I turned toward the others, my heart beating wildly as we moved toward the old bridge. Ron, Ginny, Luna, and Neville were all beside me, their faces a mixture of fear and determination. We were on the run now, and there was no turning back.
