//His hands moved down my back, and grabbed my waist tightly.
"I'd fight off a million death eaters to be with you." He said, looking deeply in my eyes.
"You'd get yourself killed, Draco." I said softly. He chuckled a bit.
"You've always been wort...
"Draco, I don't think I can do this." I said hesitantly, not wanting to cross over to platform 9 ¾.
"Alya, love, you'll be fine. It's been a whole summer. Things will be different but I'll help you get through this. Don't pay attention to anyone but me, okay?" Draco said, holding my hand.
I stayed with Draco and his family the entire summer. We rarely seen his parents because they were always on some sort of "business trip". I knew the work Draco's parents did, because it was the work my mum did.
The Malfoy family had a long history of loyalty to The Dark Lord, and i knew that. Draco promised me it would never interfere with us. He also promised i wouldn't be afraid, but i was. I was terrified.
The only good that came out of their little trips, was being able to spend alone time with Draco.
I loved it. I loved being with him every day, seeing a side no one knew but me. It had been an uneventful summer, and I was okay with that. After the year I had, I wanted nothing more than to lounge around all summer and pretend no one but Draco and I existed.
I had been owling Dumbledore once a week discussing the legal matters of being a Potter and what that entailed. I still hadn't discussed it with Draco; it was the only thing I was keeping from him. I was still unsure of what I wanted to do.
Our bodies passed through the auburn brick, and the hustle of feet against the concrete and the sound of screaming parents filled my ears.
"See? Easy."
"Yeah..." I said quietly. "Easy."
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We walked towards the back of the train passing all the noise of the excited students, ready for another year. There was no sign of Harry, and I was desperately looking. The Daily Prophet had been running a front-page article nearly the whole summer called "The Boy Who Lies" and it sickened me.
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People refused to believe Harry, and hadn't even bother ask me if anything was true. I assume the Malfoy's had paid an immense amount of money to keep my name out of the articles that piled up, but I would rather people know the truth than act like it never happened.
