The Girl Who Lived

Hogsmeade

*MATURE CONTENT*

*MATURE CONTENT*

*MATURE CONTENT*

In the morning, I realize that I've moved onto Draco's chest. How embarrassing. I'm such a bad sleeper. I get up. "Finally, you're awake," He says, pushing me off. I blush.

"Sorry. You could have just pushed me off of your chest, you know."

"I know." Cool. I get up. My leg's all better.

"Well, thanks for this, but I should probably get back...wanna go to the storage closet?" I ask, smirking. He shakes his head. "Why don't we do something else?" 

"Like what?"

It's his turn to smirk. "You'll see." He closes my eyes and guides me somewhere. I don't know why I'm putting so much trust in him. At least my leg's all better. "Here. Open your eyes." He takes me outside and he's holding two brooms. "No way! And do you see what I'm wearing?" 

"Nothing I haven't seen before," He replies. I blush. He's not wrong. I pick the broomstick up. He teaches me how to ride it. "Up!" I say. It floats up to my hand. "Huh."

"Come. Do as I told you." I try, but it doesn't go more than a few feet up. 

"It's no use!" He thinks for a moment. 

"Come on mine. We can ride together."

"Really?"

"Just get on." I get on behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. Soon, my feet leave the ground. "THIS IS TERRIFYING!" I scream. 

"How Gryffindor of you."

"I SAID IT WAS TERRIFYING, NOT THAT I DIDN'T LOVE IT!" We fly around for quite a while.

"Shoot. There are people out," I say. 

"Don't worry. I'll take care of it." He lands the broom in a different part. "Go. I'll put these back." I nod and leave. I go back to the Gryffindor Dorms. "Where were you?" Hermione demands.

"Got hurt in detention. I was stuck in the Hospital Wing," I explain. I go upstairs and change. Much better. I feel kind of bad for lying to my friends, but they wouldn't understand. It's not necessarily a lie, actually. There is nothing romantically going on between Draco and me. We just more than occasionally fuck. But, there's nothing going on between us. My friends wouldn't understand, really. I go down and join them. We go down to the Great Hall. "So?" Hermione asks.

"Huh?"

"You're acting so strange. Are you going to Hogsmeade next week?" Hermione asks.

"My parents...never signed it," I sigh. 

"Then ask them," Ron says.

"They're dead. I can't really do that." I walk a little in front of them and take my old place.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know that," Ron says. He does look like he regrets it.

"Don't worry about it. It happened a few weeks ago. I didn't tell anyone..." Except for Draco. I told Draco. "I'm sorry too. I know how it feels," Harry says. I nod. I double know what it feels like. 

"It's okay. I miss them a lot. Luckily, I've been able to keep my mind occupied with other things. How about you guys?"

"Ron and 'Mione are. My Uncle and Aunt didn't sign mines, so I'm stuck here."

"Sorry. At least we'll be stuck together!" I give him a slight smile. He smiles back.

"Yeah. It'll be nice to have a friend."