enchanted • draco malfoy

Year 6: Sectumsempra

Felicity's POV

"Draco," I panted, "I really need to go now." He didn't answer, his lips traveling back to my own from the column of my throat. His hands, which had been on the small of my back, drifted lower as he pulled me against him. "I think you could wait a few minutes," he murmured. My body was moving before my mind could catch up and I nodded and dragged his lips toward mine.

I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging at it a little. His hands gripped me hard and I fought back a groan. He gradually walked us to the door from the wall, his lips never leaving mine, before my hand finally settled on the handle.

"See you tomorrow," I breathed, a secret smile on my lips. "Tomorrow," Draco promised.

~*~

Breakfast the following morning was amusing. For one, Lavender had declared her and Ron officially broken up and sat a table away, glaring daggers at him incessantly. Secondly, said redhead was clutching his wand in his hand so tightly as his ex glowered at him that he caused a mini storm over the table.

"Stop it, Ron," Hermione muttered from Ron's side, also avoiding eye contact with Lavender, "You're making it snow." Ignoring her words, Ron only said, "Tell me how I broke up with her, again." I turned to Mione, eyebrows raised expectantly. I wonder what lie she told him about this situation to make Ron feel better.

She looked mildly uncomfortable. "Well, she came to visit you in the hospital. And you... talked." I hid my smirk as I ducked my head towards my food to hide it. Hermione added, "I don't believe it was a particularly long conversation." Harry was also smiling next to me.

"Don't get me wrong," Ron said, blowing out a breath, "I'm bloody thrilled to be rid of her. She seems a bit... put out." In sync, we all turned to glance at Lavender. Her gaze didn't falter from Ron's face.

"Yes, um..." Hermione murmured, "She does, doesn't she?" Then she turned to Ron and began fidgeting. I took that as my cue to tune out of the conversation, knowing well what she was going to say. I pretended like my toast was the most interesting thing in the world before Harry leaned close to me and whispered, "Malfoy is using the Room of Requirement. I saw him."

I stiffened. This again? Harry and I still hadn't spoken since our last argument. "And?" I challenged, "He won't tell me what he's doing, but whatever it is, he doesn't want to go through with it." Harry shook his head and glanced down at his potions book that he was combing through yet again. My eyes caught on the words 'Sectumsempra - for enemies' as Harry said, "It doesn't change the fact that he will."

"Guys," Mione suddenly muttered, "That's Katie. Katie Bell." She gestured towards the front of the Hall, and sure enough, a small group of sympathizers surrounded Katie as she made her way to the Gryffindor table. Harry stood up, grabbed his textbook, and marched over to her. I watched him closely as they talked before someone in my peripheral vision caught my attention.

Draco stood a few feet away, all of his attention on the girl Harry was talking to. I felt sick to my stomach. Even if I didn't believe Harry, Draco's face looked like an open book. Guilt and exhaustion weighed his face down, making him look pale and drawn. He abruptly turned on his heel and left before I could examine his expression any further. I stood up out of my seat to follow him as Harry brushed by me, eyes focused on Draco's back.

I rolled my eyes. He just wouldn't stop, would he? I followed behind Harry, who followed behind Draco, at a distance. I broke out into a sprint, however, when I heard the unmistakable sounds of spells being fired from the boys lavatory. I ran in without another thought just as Harry yelled, "Sectumsempra!"