Harry POV
I dragged Draco through the corridors and halls, his long legs flapping about.
I shouted the password at the griffin and we rose up to Dumbledore's old office.
"Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy." Dumbledore's portrait greeted us, eyes twinkling.
"Professor." I replied, smiling slightly.
Draco remained silent.
McGonnagall entered.
"First things first, Mr Malfoy, the arrangements for your fathers funeral are being made at the moment and your mother is just behind this door. You can speak to her in a moment."
Draco shook his head. "I'll speak to mother, but I do not wish to attend my fathers funeral. That is all I have to say on the matter."
"As you wish. Harry, would you please take it from here?"
I nodded my head. "What is the time Professor?"
"9:57"
"Draco. At 10:00, I need you to kiss Hermione. Pour all of your love and care for her into the kiss."
His eyes looked pained. "Harry- no I- I can't"
"You have to."
"No. I love her, this is torture."
"I-" I began, but Ginny walked out and interrupted. She took his hands
"Draco, you must. If you can't do it for yourself, do it for us. Please, I beg you. Just do it." Her eyes pleaded with him.
There was a long pause that seemed to last forever.
"Alright."
9:58
9:59
Draco closed his eyes and took three deep calming breaths. He leant forward.
10:00
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Blood and water
FanfictionIt's the summer after the war, and the seventh years are going back to school to repeat their NEWT year. But as family problems begin, unexpected friendships bond, and relationships are tested. Will Hermione stay with her friends from the light, or...
