The Littlest Malfoy

|Chapter 20|

Carina's P.O.V

The next few days seemed to tick by agonizingly slowly. There had only been one school week left and Dumbledore had deemed it fit that we spend all of those days mourning instead of in class. Of course no one, whether or not they were upset by Cedric's death, had objected to getting out of class.

Cedric's funeral had been yesterday and most of the school was still reeling from the events at the last task. But not Draco. No, Draco as well as many of the other Slytherin's couldn't seem to shut up about what Harry had said. Some said that it was just him looking for attention and others were bursting with excitement at the prospect at having Voldemort back, and even the ones who didn't yet believe Harry wanted what he said to be true.

Right when it had happened Draco had said it didn't matter what we thought now because soon enough  we would know for sure. He hadn't been wrong either and although I craved to know the truth my anxieties seemed to grow with every mile the train traveled closer to kings cross. All I could do was hope that Harry had been wrong and that if he wasn't my parents wouldn't rejoin Voldemort's ranks. Since Cedric's death Draco and the rest of my 'friends' couldn't seem to shut up about the possibility at having Voldemort back. Even right now I felt as though I was suffocating as they talked about it.

"I'm going to stretch my legs," I excused myself from my seat. They barely noticed my exit as they continued to babble. For the third time I made my way past all the other compartments and into the abandoned one that was slightly smaller and lurked further away from everyone else. George and I hadn't made plans to meet up on the train so I was surprised to see him leaning against the window sill. He immediately turned his head to look at me and his entire demeanor changed as he smiled.

"I thought you would be with the other Gryffindors," I remarked.

"I figured you'd show up here whether or not we made plans. I needed to find someway to talk to you,"

I blushed. He was right. I hadn't been avoiding him per say but my fears coming to life had made me a bit reclusive from everyone.

"I'm sorry,"

He walked over to me and cupped my chin with a gently hand "You don't have to be sorry," He said softly before bringing his lips to mine. There hadn't been many opportunities to slip away since the last task which had meant no kisses. Although the kiss was soft and gentle it set my nerves on fire and I felt the comfort of slipping back into the feeling of his hands on my waist and lips on mine.

"How's Harry?" I asked once we finally broke apart.

George frowned slightly "He isn't great. Fred and I talked to him and well...he gave us all his winnings. Said he didn't want it and it should be given to someone who'll put it to good use," He looked as though he was unsure of whether or not that was actually a good thing, I on the other hand couldn't have been more sure.

"George that's a thousand galleons. You and Fred could open up that joke shop you two are always going on about," always going on about, was perhaps a bit of an exaggeration but George had told me a few times before that that was what he and Fred had talked about what they were doing since they were young.

"I know. It really is incredible but I feel bad for taking it-"

"Don't feel bad. Harry didn't give it to you so you could feel guilty. You deserve that money. And if you're still hung up about it then you can repay him once you have a world famous joke shop,"

George smiled "I suppose you're right," his smile dissipated slightly "How are you holding up," He asked.

"What do you mean?" I questioned the smile falling off my face. Of course I knew what he meant. How are you holding up knowing that the darkest wizard of all times is back and your parents used to be his loyal minions?