Accidentally in Love.

Chapter 15: Injured.

It takes me 3 days to calm down and think properly. Draco is on the Dark side, he doesn't want to leave it. Does he like his situation? Maybe not, he's scared. But the real question is; was he forced to do this from the beginning? I don't think he was, he took it with pride. But he doesn't look proud now, maybe because he's not going anywhere with his plans. And then I remember one of the days we've spent in the room of requirements, when he told me that he doesn't believe in what he's doing anymore. Was he fooling me?

In the end, I come to the conclusion that Draco, just like me is confused and has two opposite persons inside him. The first one is spoiled, foul Malfoy who's biased and believes in what his family believes in and follows Voldemort blindly without questioning. The other part is Draco, my Draco, the one who saw some of the horrors that Voldemort can offer, who thinks he has no choice and is doing whatever he's doing because his hands are forced.

Maybe if I try to make his good side the dominant one, I can let him come to the right side. But how? Do I have this kind of influence on him? I don't think so. I don't think what we have is that strong. It's just strong feelings that will fade away by time. We care about each other, but we don't accept our differences, he doesn't like my side and I sure as hell hate his. Maybe I can see if I can get professional help, someone who can save Draco and not hurt him at the same time.

I'm standing in Dumbeldore's office, it's my first time in here. I feel nervous, I have no idea what brought me here. I want to leave.

"Hello Miss Miller, Professor McGonagall told me that you wanted to tell me something important? Please have a seat." He motions to me with his blackened hand. As I stare at it, something in the back of my mind nags me, but I can't remember what kind of memory can be related with this blackened hand.

I ask him curiously, buying time, "What happened to your hand, professor?"

He smiles at me, "It's actually a funny story. But I don't think it's the time to tell it now. I guess you're here to tell me yours?"

So smooth.

I hesitate, not knowing what to say, "Well, I need your advice sir, or help. I'm not sure. It's hard and complicated."

He doesn't say a word and waits for me to start speaking.

I can't rat out Draco. I just can't! Then why am I here? I sigh. "Professor, what if someone is trying to kill you and put the school in danger? What if this person is a student? But maybe they're forced to do this and they're in danger. What would you do? Would you help them or hurt them?"

He looks at me thoughtfully for a moment and then speaks with his soft calm voice, "May I ask you, Miss Miller, who might that be?"

My face burns, "Sir, if I was intending to say the name, I would have said it already. Let's say we're hypothetically speaking."

He smiles and says calmly, "Fair point, Miss Miller. Hypothetically speaking, if this person comes forward, I may be able to help him."

I narrow my eyes, "I never said it was a 'he'. And what if they're scared? What if they're not the only one in danger? Will you save their family as well? How can I help them?" Tears threaten to appear. I don't know what I'm doing. I think I'm going mad.

Dumbeldore pats my back gently, "Don't cry Elizabeth. The only thing you can do to help them, is to convince them to come to me. I'm able to help them. And let me tell you something, even if they didn't come forward, this is a student. I will never hurt my students, even the worst of them. I'll always try to help them, even if they don't want my help."

I look up at him with some hope, "Even if they tried several times to kill you?"

He smiles to me reassuringly, "Even then, Elizabeth. Whoever you're speaking about, you care about them too much. Try to lead them to the right way."