The Littlest Malfoy

|Chapter 21|

Start of 5th year! I've got a lot planned for George and Carina this year. I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter out and I'll be honest, I'm having serious writers block for this book and it might be a while for the next chapter. Hearing from you guys is always great and motivates me to write more, so don't be afraid to show some love. I hope you enjoy!

Carina's P.O.V
"George," I moaned while George laid soft kisses down the side of my neck.

"Never leave me again Carina," the feeling of his lips just barely brushing the skin of my neck made me gasp "You have no idea how much I missed you,"

"I think I have a pretty good idea," I said breathlessly.

He reached up to hold my face in his hands "Carina wake up," he said sternly.

I felt my brows furrow "What?"

"Wake up. If we miss the train I swear-"

I pulled myself out of my dream to see Draco standing next to my bed. "We're going to be late if you don't hurry up," he said shortly.

I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck. I had been having dreams about George all summer and it felt almost unreal that today would be the day I got to go back to him.

"Merlin Draco calm down. I'm up,"

He rolled his eyes "Finally," he said before strutting out of the room dramatically.

I groaned and dragged myself out of bed before stumbling over to my bathroom drowsily. I turned on the shower and felt the hot water bite at my bare skin. With the manor filled with death eaters coming in and out everyday, showers were the only time that I really had to myself-and I had found that keeping to myself made the whole situation much more bearable. When I could be found it was always tucked away in my bedroom pretending to read a book.

There had been several time in which I had considered writing George, the idea was like holding my hand over a flame and waiting to get burnt. Each time I had stopped myself before I could send the letter; sometimes even writing it out before setting it on fire. As much as I wanted to I couldn't risk his safety, or mine for that matter. There were plenty of people staying in the manner that would be all too generous with the cruciatus curse if they were to find out. So upon my better judgement I had completely isolated myself from the one person that would have made me happy.

I stepped out of the shower and dried my hair with a towel rather than using the simple charm that would have made it dry instantly. I wanted to prolong going downstairs as long as possible. I took my time combing through the strands of platinum hair as well as arranging it so that it crowned the back of my head. By the time I was completely ready I knew I was pushing the clock but still double checked and then triple checked that I had everything I needed before we left.

Finally I knew I couldn't dawdle any longer and pushed through the anxieties and into the hallway. When I arrived in the parlor, mother, father, and Draco were already waiting.

"It took you long enough," hissed Draco in my ear as we stepped into the fireplace.

"Stop it Draco," I said in the voice that always managed to get Draco off my back. I grabbed a handful of floo powder and felt the familiar rush that the floo network gave when used. When I opened my eyes again we were on the busy platform of 9 3/4.

"Remember to behave yourselves this year," said my father in a low voice "It would be disgraceful if either of you were to ruin our plans for you,"

My face remained impassive but on the inside it was like my heart had stopped. I had isolated myself for most of the summer but I had heard the murmurings of what I had thought (and hoped) was nonsense. I had needed to grab something from the library one day when I had overheard the conversation of a couple Death Eaters. They had been saying something about Draco and I receiving the dark mark on our birthday next year, I had brushed it off as just a rumor they had heard. Hearing father say that was practically confirmation to what they had said.