The Girl Who Lived ☆ D. MALFOY

Chapter 17

A/N- Hi! Sorry this one is so short. I just wanted to give you something, and this chapter seemed to end perfectly where it is. Enjoy!

Word count: 694

Y/n POV:

The next day, I entered Hogwarts through the fireplace in Professor McGonagall's office.

"Evening, Minnie," I greet cheerfully. She had always been a great teacher, and I respected her more than quite a few of the others. She merely rolled her eyes in response to the nickname, having given up on telling me to stop in our third year.

"Evening, Miss Potter. Take care not to get too much soot on the carpet," she answers. I bow my head in courtesy.

"Of course." After that, I make my way down to the dungeons, into the fairly chilly Slytherin common room. It was nearly empty, for I and the others had come back a day early.

I always found the Slytherin common room beautiful. Maybe not so welcoming all the time, but still beautiful in its own regal way. I quickly scanned my surroundings for any of my fellow housemates, but nothing immediately met my eye. Suddenly, someone very warm and much taller than me wrapped their arms around my waist. I tilted my head up in their direction to see twinkling dystopian skies staring down at me.

"Hello, Draco," I say in a slightly hushed voice. My heart leaps at his touch, and I want nothing more than to just be with him.

"Hello, love." he replies in my ear. I rest my arms on his that are still around my waist and hold his hand gently. "I'm glad you're home."

"I am too." I answer honestly.

"I see you like your gift," he says conversationally and I chuckle.

"I love it." He squeezes tighter at that before letting go and walking in front of me. He still holds my hand lightly as he examines me. His expression changes almost immediately upon seeing the scar across my face. It had been fixed up mostly, but still left a nasty indent from my eye, almost down to my jaw.

"Oh my God, what happened?" he asks, tracing his thumb gently along the sealed cut.

"Er... we got... attacked..." I reply reluctantly. His eyes widen substantially.

"By who?" he interrogates, though it doesn't really sound much like a question. Still, I'm not sure I want to tell him the honest answer.

"It doesn't matter. I'm safe now," I say, not looking at him. He uses his fingers to tilt my head up, forcing me to look up, but I still avert my eyes.

"It does matter. I care about you, and I want to know what happened." he say bluntly. The look in his stormy eyes tells me he isn't lying, but I still feel like he has an interior motive for knowing what happened at the Burrow. I sigh, but give in anyway.

"Death eaters. Bellatrix Lestrange and Fenrir Greyback seemed to be leading." I explain with my head down.

"What did they do?" he questions again.

"They taunted Harry and I first. We dueled them; that's how I got this," I say, gesturing to the scar, "then they- they set the Weasley's house on fire." I choke out the last bit. Thinking back on the event makes me think about everything. It also makes me think about how much I wish I was normal. How I wish I could go to my friends house without almost dying. How I wish I could go anywhere without almost dying. My overactive mind was often very annoying, especially in cases like this. Draco must have noticed my change in mood because he wrapped me in a hug.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers. I place my hand on his back.

"You have no reason to be sorry. I should have listened to you." I reply. He pulls away from the embrace much sooner than I would have preferred.

"You couldn't have known," he says, again in a hushed voice.

"Neither could you." He doesn't look at me, but nods. "By the way, Harry is okay with us... you know... us being... uh..." I say, immediately regretting starting the conversation. He just smirks at my awkwardness.

"Well, I suppose now is a better time than ever to ask you this question then." he replies. I look at him, confused for a moment and he takes my hands in his. His cheeks are slightly flushed and his hands are a tad bit sweaty as opposed to their usual chilling temperature, so I wonder what could possibly be making him this nervous.

"Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?"