To Be (Draco Malfoy x Emerald Black)

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My mind was racing with every possibility. Harry knee Draco despises him; hell, Draco even put up with him the times I had seen him or talked to him. Draco didn't even shoot first, and Harry took it upon himself to do so. Sectumsempra, at that. If it wasn't for Snape, Draco would be killed. I didn't know why he was crying in the bathroom, according to Harry. I know these last few weeks had been hard on him. I don't think Draco would ever kill Harry despite how much he dislikes him. I didn't care about working with Harry now; I cared about helping Draco. If I have to battle hundreds of those Death Eaters on my own, I would; I'll figure out how to conjure my own Patronus and I'll figure it all out. I was the daughter of the man I was trying to kill after all.

I speed up my walk, and as I do so I pass Snape. I stop.

"Professor," I say breathing.

"Ms. Black." He says slowly looking at me. He cocks his head up.

"Thank you, you saved him.." I look down and breathe in, trying to rid the image of him bleeding out of my brain. I was genuinely scared and lost. What would I ever do without him.

"Indeed I did." He says slowly again.

"What spell did you use?" I ask. This would be helpful for the battle; I felt like confiding in Snape, but he seems like a weak link for classified information like this. I didn't trust him, but I did.

"Why the curiosity, Ms. Black?" He raises his eyebrows. I'm sure I learned this spell before but forgot it.

"I don't know, Sir. Just still in shock, I suppose." I shrug. He looks me up and down and starts down the hall again snatching his robe. The man was a mystery who kept to himself; for apparent reasons. I felt bad, admittedly. He had a good and dark side to him, just as Draco did.

I continue on down the hall and I near Pompfrey's room. On one of the beds in the far corner, I see a tuff of blonde hair sticking out. I start over to him, eager to hold him.

"Ah, Ms. Black. I've been expecting you." She offers me a sweet smile then looks behind her, frowning at Draco. "The poor boy never got any company when he came here during his Quidditch injured. Not even his father nor mother." She looks down and her smile turns to hurt. "I'm just glad he has you to keep him sane and afloat. Such a tragedy. He should be okay, but his body is slowly healing still from the damage." I look down. That was quite sad. All those times Draco was hurt during Quidditch practice he came here and was bed ridden for days sometimes; yet no one visited him. No wonder why he wanted to be alone.

I go up to the bed and pull back the curtain. The bed revealed a lean boy with messy blond hair. His skin stood pale and sweaty, and his mouth was slightly open and his breathing was raspy. "Draco?" I ask softly. I kneel over to him and I place my hand on his head full of sweat, pushing back the hair from his eyes. He softly groans and his eyes move under his lids. "Love, I'm here." My voice cracks slightly. "I adore you." I sit there and I'm holding his cold hands now. He was unresponsive; seeing him in this state broke me. But I guess I have to get used to it, I'm only going to see so much worse when the battle begins.

"I adore you too." He softly says, his eyes still shut. He breathes in deeply and his eyes start to slowly open. A smile grows on my face and he forces a small one too. It was our way of saying I love you. We said we adored one another, said we would die for one another. If that wasn't I love you, what was?

"You're awake." I breathe. I lean down and give him a slow kiss on his forehead. "I missed you so much, and my heart leapt when I saw you walk into the Great Hall. Blaise started to apologize to me, and I turned around to look for you. If I had seen Harry go after you I would have followed you immediately, and I would have been able to prevent this all from happening. I don't ever want to hold your dying body again, Draco." My voice grows heavy and I look down. My robes were still covered in his blood and my arm had a few stains on it.

"It wasn't your fault." He says straight. He reaches a shaky hand up to my face and I lean into it. I frown.

"I thought I was going to lose you, Draco. I can't lose you. Please don't ignore me again, I need you by me. I can't play this cold shoulder game with you anymore, I can't." I close my eyes and I take in a shaky breath.

"Well, you didn't lose me, Little Bird. And I couldn't agree more. No more cold shoulder, no more ignoring. I'm sorry for being so.. distant. I just, I.. this whole task is stressing me out, I don't think I can do it." He looks around and his icy blue eyes were bloodshot. "I don't want to do it, but I have to. He chose me, Em. Me." He looks up and breathes in.

"I know, Draco. I know. We will figure this out, I promise." I squeeze his hand a little tighter. I was unsure of what to say next. He felt special and chosen; he wanted to feel special and wanted for once. He wanted to win. That's what Draco wanted; victory. But little did the stupid boy know, he already had won my heart.