The Girl Who Lived ☆ D. MALFOY

Chapter 29

A/N- Hi! I hath returned! Sorry, I'll never do that again 😂 Anyways, I'm back with another chapter finally. It's not quite as long as I wanted it to be, so I hope you like it. It is very crucial. Enjoy!

Word count: 934

Draco's POV:

"I love you too."

The only words I could ever want to hear in that moment. A moment when I thought I was alone, there was finally something actually there. And that something was her. If I told her the truth... could that lead to losing her?

"May I ask you something else?" I say tenderly, fearing that anymore words could ruin everything.

"Yes,"

"Is it true that you're one of the 'Chosen Ones'?" I ask seriously, not in the normally joking tone I use when discussing the topic of the Potter Twins 'fate'. She looks off to the side for a moment before sighing.

"Yes, my brother and I are the 'Chosen Ones'," she answers quietly. "There was a, er, prophecy about us. You know, I really shouldn't be telling you any of this. I've already said far too much," she continues frantically. I lay a hand on her arm, before looking at her with kind eyes.

"It's alright, you can tell me," I can see a debate raging in her head until it seems she's made up her mind.

"Okay. There is a prophecy about me and my brother, saying we're the ones destined to destroy Voldemort," Her voice is fragile and her expression looks almost pained. Meanwhile, my mind was going wild.

She'll hate me...

She'll hate me...

So many things could go wrong, no matter what I do. She's a Chosen One.

"May I ask you something now?" Her voice hurls me from my thoughts and my stomach churns.

"Of course," I reply, my tone coming out laced with emotion against my will.

"I'm not really sure how to word it," she starts, barely a whisper. "Um, what is your, er, relation to... him..." Her words are like a solid blow to my ribs. I open and close my mouth several times, deciding then changing my mind on what to say over and over again.

"What do you think?" I finally croak out, unable to look at her. She isn't actually touching me in any way, but I can feel her. All sorts of emotions radiate off her body in waves.

"I'm not sure what I think anymore," she replies. "Show me." Her voice is barely audible, but the words seem to scream at me. Slowly but surely, I use a shaking hand to bring the sleeve up my left forearm. All too soon, my definition of regret and torment is revealed in all its glory. I can hear her slightly sharper intake of breath at the sight and my heart crumbles. Not moments ago, I had been the happiest I'd been in years, but now, hatred courses through my veins at the sight of my own flesh.

"Go on," I say shortly. I can feel her looking at me, but I refuse to meet her gaze.

"What?" Her tone reflects genuine confusion, even though I know her heart isn't really in it. She's wandered to endless and questions and feelings.

"Tell me you hate me," I reply darkly, my voice breaking involuntarily at the word 'hate'.

"I don't hate you," she answers immediately in a stern whisper. I know she tells the truth, but I still doubt. How could she not hate me when I hate myself?

"Then why haven't you said anything?" I growl.

"What would you like me to say?" she says, her tone still gentle despite my evidently rising temper.

"I don't know. Something," I mumble. She pauses for a moment.

"Why?" she whispers. I inhale sharply and shut my eyes tightly.

"I didn't want to," I reply simply. "My father..." I can't even say those words without my voice lacing with venom. He did this to me, to our family. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her nod her head. Without warning, she throws her arms over my shoulders.

"I understand," she mutters into the crook of my neck where her head lies. I bury my face in her hair, gripping onto her for dear life, and forcing back tears.

"I'm sorry," I mutter, my voice muffled by her soft locks.
"Don't be," she replies.

"I'm a danger to you," I choke out, barely able to finish my sentence before she starts talking again.

"Don't even say that." she snaps halfheartedly. "You could never endanger me," I wince at the thought of how horribly wrong she is, but say nothing, not wanting to argue.

"What of your brother?" I ask.

"What about him?" she replies.

"What if he found out? Would you tell him?" At this point, my voice is just barely a hoarse whisper.

"I... I won't tell him if you don't want me to." I feel myself breathing a sigh of relief.

"Thank you. How can you possibly be this wonderfully open minded?" Rather than answer, she merely chuckles lightly. Slowly, she pulls out of the embrace to look at my face properly. Her brilliant green eyes are slightly watery, but still glow and shimmer with five times their usually sparkle. Suddenly, without knowing much of what I'm doing, I press my lips forcefully onto hers. Our mouths move in sink and it is pure bliss. Soon enough, I've leaned back, her light body draped over mine. Finally, after what seemed like minutes, we both pull back to gasp for breath, a stupid grin adorning my sunken features. She smiles brightly right back.

"We should probably head back to the common room," I whisper. She purses her lips, but nods with a sigh. A smirk grows on my face at a sudden idea. "How would you like to stay in my dorm?"