Long Lost Zabini

Chapter 14~ The Truth about Harry Potter!

Chapter 14~ The Truth about Harry Potter!
If there is any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors please point them out.

(Hermione's outfit at the top)

Hermione will be known as Brooke.
Ginny will he knows as Daisy.

They will be called by Hermione and Ginny in flashbacks.
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Daisy's POV

We followed Brooke and Draco out of the great hall, silently walking up to our common room.

"Who does that scum bag think he is? I could snap him like a damn twig if I bloody well pleased!" Brooke's threat echoed throughout the empty corridor, as we reached the portrait in-front of our dorm.

"Dear, please calm down okay, we're fine," Mr Zabini tried to sooth Brooke, "I can't I hate him! I saved his life countless times and he has the audacity to speak to me like that! Who the hell does he think he is?" Her voice continued to echo, however, we were now in the room so no one who was passing by could hear her.

I watched as she continued to pace around the room and saw Draco finally stand up in an attempt to comfort her.

All eyes glued on Draco as he slowly made his way to Brooke who was currently seething whilst staring out of the window.

He gently placed his hand on her shoulder, expecting her to shove him away. We watched as he took his other hand and guided it down to her clenched fist, using his hand to open Brooke's hand and interlace his fingers with hers.

Finally Draco rested his head on top of Brooke's, just embracing her as she continued to stare out the window, less tense than before.

Mr Zabini and my dad were inspecting the scene in front of them, small smiles on their face.

Whereas, Mrs Zabini and my mum had full blown smiles on their faces, knowing that Draco and Brooke were perfect for each other.

Blaise interlaced our fingers and pulled me closer, burrowing his head into my neck.

Brooke's PoV

My whole being was consumed in rage as I stared out of the window.

That's was until I felt the delicate touch of Draco who had gently and slightly hesitantly placed his hand on my shoulder. Once he knew I wasn't about to reject him, he used his other hand and gently unclenches my hand and interlaced our fingers.

He finally placed his head on top of mine, silently embracing me.

All hatred for Ron was immediately replaced by utter love. I smiled at the thought, knowing I was falling for this boy, one who I hated for seven years.

"Thank you," I whispered, turning into his chest, his eyes following my every move.

"For what?" "For being there for me," "Always," he smiled down.

Leaning up I placed a loving kiss on his lips as both of his arms encircled my waist.

"After all, you're to be my wife, can't have you locked up for killing the idiot now can I?" He chuckled as I blushed.