enchanted • draco malfoy

Year 5: Something Worth Fighting For

Felicity's POV

Fudge resigned soon after discovering Lord Voldemort had indeed returned. Bloody coward.

On a better note, Umbridge was being investigated by the Ministry for cruel punishments unto children, and Lucius was awaiting the trial that would clear him of all charges or send him to Azkaban, so those were both pretty satisfying.

Somehow, the whole school had found out about everyone who had been in the Department of Mysteries that night, and, for the most part, we were being treated like heroes by everyone. Everyone except the Slytherins, of course. They all seemed to forget about Draco and me, which was a relief, even though I wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon.

I still didn't know what he was trying to tell me in Umbridge's office. Was it a warning? Don't go, because he knew Sirius wasn't there. Or was it a threat? If I go, Bellatrix or Lucius or any other Death Eater would kill me. I shook my head to rid myself of any Draco-related thoughts. Now that Dumbledore was reinstated, everything could go back to normal.

Kidding. I know that won't happen.

I shook my head again as I made my way to the Great Hall for the end-of-term feast. I stopped halfway, though, turned on my heel, and marched up the the perpetually empty classroom where Draco and I always met up. I swung the door open, expecting the usual vacancy.

I halted when I spotted Draco sitting behind one of the desks, his head in his hands. His head snapped up just as I began backing out the door. He sprang to his feet, somehow managing to sneak past me and slam the door shut so I couldn't escape.

And escape was indeed the right word. His hands rested on the door on either side of my head, his chest, his mouth, everything too, too close to me. "Let me out, Draco," I demanded. I cursed myself for the wobble in my voice. I hadn't realized how much I missed him, despite not wanting to. He had bags under his eyes, and his hair was ruffled and sticking up in every direction. His tie was loosened, and the top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. I tried not to focus on that.

"Not until you listen to me," Draco replied resolutely. I answered sarcastically, "Fine. I'm all ears." His hands lowered cautiously, as if afraid I would make a run for it, which I was tempted to. It was silent, before- "I'm sorry." His voice broke as he said it. My eyes flickered to him as I attempted to maintain my lack of interest. I failed.

"I'm sorry for not telling you about Umbridge's plan, or about what would happen at the Department of Mysteries, but I tried to warn you-"

"Oh, don't even," I snapped, "Don't try for a second to seem like the good guy." But Draco was insistent.

"I told you not to go!" he said, throwing his hands in the air, "You could've gotten yourself killed; Bellatrix would love to kill you!" I fired back, "Why should I have trusted you? And yeah, I could've died. I could've also died choking on my breakfast this morning, or getting attacked by a werewolf, or blown up by a spell gone wrong, or falling off a cliff. I can always die, Draco. This wasn't any different." I was breathing heavily, face to face with him, letting all the rage and heartbreak and betrayal show on my face.

"Your complete lack of consideration for your life is very troubling," Draco said, quieter than before. "You didn't seem to care this much about my well-being when you outed Dumbledore's Army to Umbridge," I retorted.

He winced and I kept talking before he could defend himself. "If it had been just me, Draco, that would have been fine. I could have forgiven you. But there were First Years there. First Years. Eleven year olds, who had to carve words into their flesh because of the awful woman you chose to follow." I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.

"Look," I said, "I appreciate the warning you gave me, even though it didn't change anything, and I'm sorry your father is. . . where he is. But you've gotta understand that I broke all of my rules by loving you. By trusting you."

Draco didn't look like he understood.

"Please," he said, in the same broken voice as earlier, "You don't understand how much I need you." I didn't think it was possible for my heart to break any further, but it did.

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, Draco was mere inches away. I chose not to move as he said, "A chance. One. Please. Please, forgive me."

Knowing I would regret the words before they even left my mouth, I said, "Give me time. Give me the summer, and I'll have an answer for you."

Draco seemed to realize that that was the best he would get and nodded. His hand brushed mine in a way that was casual but far from accidental. "I love you, Felicity," he murmured. I reached behind my back with one and for the doorknob. I opened the door slowly and slipped out, saying, "Goodbye, Draco."

~*~

The train ride back to London was quiet. Not somber, but thoughtful. I thought of Draco, Harry thought of Sirius, I assume, and Ron and Mione likely both thought of each other. I debated whether or not to tell Hermione that her and Ron's feelings for one another were obvious to everyone but them, then decided not to. No point in rushing fate.

I thought back to Draco instead. I don't know much about relationships, but I did know that they couldn't exist without trust. Did I trust Draco? Could I, after what happened? I glanced across the compartment to Ron and Mione, the latter resting her head on the former's shoulder as she slept. Ron was red in the face.

And I decided, yes, I could.

I could trust Draco again, because love can be found in the most extraordinary places, under the most extraordinary circumstances. I wouldn't go back to trusting him now, maybe not until the end of summer. But I was capable of it.

As we exited the train, Harry spoke up. "I've been thinking about something Dumbledore said to me," he stated, looking ahead. "What's that?" Ron asked. Harry was quick to reply. "That even though we've got a fight ahead of us, we've got one thing that Voldemort doesn't have." I raised an eyebrow. "And that is?" Harry regarded the three of us and smiled. "Something worth fighting for."

I turned around slightly, a casual movement, and scanned the people behind me. I spotted Draco instantly, a small smile on his face as his friends bantered about something. I faced my friends again, with a small smile of my own.

"Yes, we do."

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yo 5th year is over wtfffffff

i'm ded bc she forgave him but to an extent and he's like heartbroken and she's like heartbroken but they both still love each other and idk if that makes sense but ya girl is d e d

~alex