Draco and I sit on the wall in his back yard, the breeze blowing our hair in front of our faces. His is long enough that its flaxen strands mingle with my chocolate brown ones. It's the end of summer, and in England you can feel the fall coming quickly.
Goose bumps cover my arms as I think about the fact that we're starting our fifth year. We spent the summer flying and running every day and night. Though we saw others from school, Kayla quite often, and our mutual friends like Blaise and Pansy, we spent the summer mostly isolated.
"I'm scared," he voices my own thoughts. Gently I take my hand in his and once again thank merlin that he's this comfortable with me. I know Draco Malfoy better than he knows himself.
"No matter what, we've got each other." He squeezes my hand and laughs. It's his real laugh. Draco's got so many sides I can barely count them all, but I call this one the-man-he-wants-to-be. At fifteen, we've got our whole lives ahead of us.
This year will bring OWL'S and drama and parties and good things, I'm sure of it. There's just one thing I refuse to lose in the process of becoming who I'm meant to be.
I refuse to lose Draco.
Mum calls to us from Draco's patio, Aunt Cissa standing at her side. We'd turned our backs on our world for just a little while, swinging our feet over the wall looking out into the world we'll be unleashed in two years from now.
I swung my feet back towards the world we were in now, landing on the gound on my toes with a soft thud. Draco followed closely behind as we closed the distance between us and our mothers.
"Join us for tea," Aunt Cissa demanded politely, as her and my mum sat down on the side of the table. We took our seats opposite them as my father and his took their places at the head of each side of the table.
Draco's house elf appeared to fill our cups, as it should. My dress softly whipped the tops of my thighs, and I caught Draco staring at my tanned legs in the summer sun. He was as cocky as ever, with that damned smirk. I tapped his thigh playfully.
My dad narrowed his eyes at me, acknowledging silently that he did not want such behavior coming from his daughter, but the crinkles at the corner of his brown eyes gave him away. He wasn't really angry. I smiled at him, happy with how I'd ended up with such a loving family.
"Where are the boys?" I asked, referring to my little brothers. They weren't allowed to join us for tea because they weren't old enough, but still I wondered.
Mum pursed her lips before answering, "They're getting into more trouble. Uncle X is trying to teach them how to play quidditch." She clearly was not happy with the idea of them getting dirty.
I understood because then they trekked it all over the floors and Mum had to send the house elves out in the open to clean them. Plus, this was not our home after all. Aunt Cissa was even more rigid about that matter than my mother.
"When we're done, I want to help him." Draco said, and I smiled to myself.
Draco looked up to my Uncle Xavier, though I didn't know why. It might be because he was closer to our age than my father's.
My dad nodded his approval, and we all continued having tea.
While Draco played quidditch with Nathan, Mason, and Uncle X, I wrote this entry.
I worry that this year will change everything between Draco and I. I know that he's a different person with everyone except me...but will he become that person from acting like him for so long?
