Harry Potter - Fanfiction

Year 6 - The Unbreakable Vow

Everything Draco explained to me up in the Astronomy Tower that night, what he showed me... His actions are starting to make sense. He didn't choose this. It was forced upon him. It doesn't make his behavior toward me hurt any less, but I understand that he's trying to not feel the way he does towards me anymore. 

I will not give up on trying to help him though, however I can. I will ensure to be there for him from a distance; to protect him and ensure he doesn't do anything reckless, like a guardian angel in the shadows.

I just can't get over the shock of him being a Death Eater, I never thought it would come to this. He always promised me, however, I know there was nothing he could do. And even though other people think so poorly about him and his family, Draco is too pure to be a Death Eater. He doesn't deserve to be forced into this situation just because of his father; having his life laid out for him before he was even born. He didn't ask for any of this, but yet he has needed to grow up quicker than is expected.

Draco and Harry are actually a lot more similar than they would ever admit, but their lives have both been set out for them, not allowing them to enjoy their lives as teenagers should. Having to make life or death choices that most people would never have to make in their whole lifetime.

And as the days pass by, I keep that very fresh memory of that night lingering in my mind, especially the words he said just before he said goodbye, 'this was a moment of weakness in me, it's why I can't be around you anymore. I meant every word; I am still toxic...'

I could feel that for him this was the first time pushing someone away where it was the hardest thing for him to do.

Something about that night makes things feel so final between Draco and I; makes it feel like even once all this is over that there is no chance of us ever becoming close again.

With that sinking thought weighing down on my heart it makes me hang onto that memory even more as the snow swirls against the icy windows once more at Hogwarts; Christmas approaching fast. Hagrid has already single-handedly delivered the usual twelve Christmas trees for the Great Hall; garlands of holly and tinsel has been twisted around the banisters of the stairs; everlasting candles glow from inside the helmets of suits of armor and great bunches of mistletoe have been hung at intervals along the corridors which creates much chaos as the girls all converse underneath these hoping to catch the right boy under one.

Draco is more distant with me now than ever before, however, as I promised I try to keep my distance. I still find myself mindlessly from time to time following him secretly, though, to see where he goes and what he gets up to, but each time we end at the same place, the 7th Floor prefect's bathroom.

What is he doing in there that he sometimes spends hours on end in there before coming out. When he does finally emerge from the bathroom, he always looks pale and as though he had been crying. I tell myself I'm imagining things because there is no way Draco would shed even one tear. All he knows is hatred towards others.

I just need to know what his task is that was given to him, that way I can find a way to secretly help him and try lightening the burden for him, making it easier. However, finding out that information is proving to be difficult.

At least one thing which is taking my mind off from my own troubles is that my sister is also tagging along again with Tracey and I nowadays in between her busy schedule, should our paths meet between classes or breaks, or when we're up in the library and Harry isn't there.

She explained a couple days after the night of the Gryffindor victory bash that Ron had started snogging who I deduce is Lavender Brown, as Hermione described her in a much less kind way; I was shocked to hear those words come out from my sisters mouth.