Dirty Little Slytherin

5.

I woke up to my ears being filled with hushed whispers, the room was dark, the only light coming from the candle that burned slowly next to my hospital bed. I realised that Draco was no longer next to me, a dull ache forming in my chest at the realization. I was alone again, and even though I knew that he didn't really care for me, his company was enough at that moment.

"She's awake." Madam pomfrey started, gesturing to my weak body in the cold bed across the room. Professor Mcgonagall turned her body to face me before coming to the seat by my side.

"Miss Snape..." She sat down, grabbing on to my hand in a comforting way.

"There's something I must tell you." My professor glanced at Madam Pomfrey behind her.

"As you know, earlier Madam Pomfrey told you that it seems someone has used a memory charm on you..." She stopped, waiting for me to give her some sort of reassurance that I remembered the conversation I had earlier.

I nodded. I had remembered her telling me, I had also remembered myself lashing out at her when she mentioned my father. I took a deep breath, composing myself. Being calm was the only way they were going to tell me what they knew.

Professor Mcgonagall sighed. "Serverus... Your father... Something happened in the war last year. He passed away." Professor Mcgonagall's voice was unstable, her words shook as she spoke. Her eyes never leaving my face. The grip on my hand became tighter as I began to sob.

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I didn't leave my dormitory for three days. No one had come to look for me, the only time the door opened was when Millicent came to bed, and then left again in the morning. By the time I made it back to my room on the night I had found out about what had happened to my father, news had spread that a memory charm had taken everything from me from last year.

It was close to eleven in the evening when Milly waltzed into the room and sat across from me on her bed, starring.

"Is it true that you don't remember anything?" Her tone was arrogant, and I could tell she was smirking.

"Yes it's true. Now please if you don't mind I would love it if you could leave me alone." I replied quietly, wrapping the green quilt around myself tighter.

Millicent grumbled something to herself, before pulling her covers back and settling into bed. Fifteen minutes had passed before the sound of soft snores filled the room. I decided I needed to stretch my legs, slipping out of my bed I made my way towards the common room.

The air was cool, much colder than it had been in the room. So I was looking forward to curling up beside the fire for a little bit. It wasn't until I was halfway into the room that I noticed someone sat on the couch.

I turned instantly, with the plan of heading back to the comfort of my own bed. I was in no state to deal with any of my classmates.

"Lilian." Draco had been watching me. His voice was quiet. I turned to him, a look of concern on his face.

"Draco." I nodded towards him.

"Come sit down, we can talk if you want. I've noticed you've not left your room for three days, I was worried about you." I stared at him, wondering if I had heard him correctly. He seemed genuinely concerned about me, it was odd to see him this way.

I made my way over to the armchair directly in front of where he was sitting. We sat in a comfortable silence for a while, and as much as I enjoyed the quiet I needed to know why Draco was being so nice to me.

Draco watched her sitting in front of him, she looked like she had lost weight and her skin was a ghostly white colour. She looked so different then she had when they were together, but he still thought she was one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen. He had seen her go through this pain before, and it made him feel guilty having to watch her suffer the same pain the second time around. The last thing he wanted was to see her in pain if she was to ever find out that he had taken her memories.