When my mate was taken (drarry)

Fourteen

Sophie POV (gasp)

I wake up with a start, my body drenched in pain. My breath catches and there's no more air in my lungs. Every inch of skin feels like I'm being burnt alive. There's only one thing that can cause this much pain- your mate kissing someone else.

If it wasn't for the total and utter pain I would be wondering who he could be. What would my family say if I was mated to a Gryffindor? Even worse- a supporter of Dumbledore? Surely I couldn't except him if he was. But then he would die, and so would I.

Of course whilst all these things are flying through my head like papers in the wind, there is also the immense pain and the single thought; 'I have to stop this.'

"Please!" I say aloud. "Whoever you are, stop it."  The pain eases up a little.

'Why should I?' a voice says inside my head.

"It hurts. You're my mate, and you're with someone else. It hurts!"

'I-I'm sorry. So you're my mate? I thought Cho...'

"Cho? Chang? That's who you're with?"

'Yeah... I was certain that...'

"Well she's not your mate. I am."

'If you don't mind me asking, who are you, oh great mate?' I laugh.

"My name is Sophie Crouch."

'Nice to meet you, Miss Crouch. I'm Henry. Henry Dumbledore.' I stop. I can't breathe.

"A-as in..."

'The head master? God no, what a bafoon.' The air rushes back to me as I gulp it down. 'No, I'm Aberforth's  great grandson.'

"What house are you in?"

'Ravenclaw.' I sigh. Not Gryffindor. 'You?'

"Slytherin."

'Meet me outside your common room in five?'

"Sure."

Laure POV (ik POV change but bare with)

I sit with Abbi on one of the sofas in the common room, hips almost touching but not quite. I want to close the gap but I don't.

"Do you want to get something to eat?" I ask. She looks down at her lap and shakes her head. "Come on Ab, you need to eat. You're going to hurt yourself."

"That's kind of the point."

"Abbi, please, stop trying to hurt yourself. You're so amazing, and I hate to see you in pain. Please, just, have as much as you can."

"Okay. I'll try. But I'm not amazing."

"Have you met yourself? You're incredible, Ab. Don't deny it." She shakes her head slightly, but doesn't say anything. I take her hand, helping her up.

I grab her hand and squeeze it gently. She smiles softly at me and picks up an apple, taking a bite.

"Thank you," I whisper in her ear. She eats half of her apple, then we stand up.

"I'm just going to go to the bathroom." I nod.

"Okay. I'll wait for you outside.

From outside the bathroom, a start to hear quiet sounds of vomiting.

"Abbi?" I say, trying not to panic. "Abbi I'm coming in okay?" I open the door, and find Abbi kneeling on the floor, the door of the cubicle open, retching into the toilet. "Oh my god." I rush over to her, kneeling beside her and rubbing her back gently. "I'm so sorry Abbi," I whisper. "I shouldn't have made you eat. I'm so sorry." She sits up.

"It's okay. It's not your fault. I just can't do anything."

"Yes you can, Abbi! Why don't you realise that?" It physically causes me pain to hear anyone say anything bad about the beautiful green eyed girl, net alone herself. "Please Abbi." By this point I'm crying. "Please." She  pulls me closer, into a hug. She's the one comforting me. She just threw up, and she's comforting me. But I don't object, because her touch sends tingles across my skin that make me want to hold her forever. And suddenly I'm looking up into her gorgeous eyes, our foreheads pressed together. I can feel her breath on my mouth. I subconsciously lick my lips. She raises a hand to my face, and wipes a tear away. She runs over my cheekbone with her thumb.

"Don't cry for me, Laure."

"Don't talk." And then I brush my lips against hers. When I pull away, I see that she's blushing furiously.

"Laure?" she whispers.

"Mm?"

"What would you do if I told you that you were my mate?"

"Well." I look up at her. "I would probably just do this." I press my lips against hers again. "And tell you I most definitely except."