Sly

𓆙𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑒𓆙

"Did you hear about the girl who got cursed?"

"Yeah, it's horrible."

"I heard that she almost died."

"No way."

I hear a couple of girls whisper across form me as I read in the common room. My eyes jolts up from the book when I see Draco rushing into our room, a terrified look in his eyes. I slam my book shut and begin to follow him as I piece the puzzle together.

I slide into the door, right when it was closing.

"Celeste"

He breathes out as he hugs me.

"Draco"

I say, concern filling my voice.

"Did you?"

I ask, my voice vibrating against his chest.

He nods, confirming my suspicion. He sobs as he clutches the back of my sweater.

"I didn't mean to, I didn't want this to-"

He stammers as he chokes up.

"Shhh, I know."

I assure as I stroke his hair.

"I know that you wouldn't even hurt a fly if you weren't in this position."

I assure.

"I'm a horrible person."

He mutters to himself.

"You're not horrible, you didn't have a choice".

I assure as I hug him tighter.

He places his forehead onto my shoulder as he clutches my back with his dear life. I hush him as he tries his best not to cry.

"It's okay to cry, Draco"

I softly assure.

I feel his tears bleed through my sweater as he shakes with his sobs. It was the first time witnessing him cry, he always held his emotions in.

"I am such a coward, I could have used a different method."

He says, resenting himself.

"I could have just gone to Dumbledore myself but I didn't have the guts to."

He says, to which I shush away.

"This task isn't easy, no one would have known how to handle it at this age."

I assure.

"You didn't have a choice, I know you. You will never willingly do this if your loved ones weren't at risk."

I assure him, reminding him that he is not the definition of evil.

His fists that were balling around my sweater relaxes as he lets me go. He follows me as I lay on the bed. He lays next to before rolling over to me for a warm embrace. His arms are snaked around mmy upper torso as he lays his face below mt collarbones. His silent cries drenches my soul as I run my hands through his silky hair.

"Everything will be alright, everything will be over."

I delicately assure.

"What if it never ends?"

He asks against my sweatshirt.

"Then we will run away."

I reply as I doze of to the wall, thinking to myself.

"To where?"

He asks.

"The woods, or to one of those muggle villages that exist in the country side."

I say, painting a picture in my head.

"We can both take our inheritance out and turn it into muggle money, we would never have to work a day in our lives."

I lull.

I feel him calm down as I go on. I smile to myself as I imagine living in the country side.

"We can go to France, Spain, or even Ireland."

I begin.

"But I feel like Italy sounds the best for us."

I say with a chuckle.

"We can have one of those lemon trees in our back yard. We can also have swing sets if we have kids."

I say as I imagine the scenery, what the lemon trees must smell like as I stroke his hair with my fingers.

"Our house will be big, but not too big. We don't need a big Castle for a couple of people."

I continue.

"And if our kids get a letter from a magical school, we can sit them down for a talk. We can give them a straight to the point lesson about the history and why we ran away."

I continue.

"If they decide to attend Hogwarts or Beauxbatons, we should let them. We should also let them attend one of those muggle schools if they want to, it's their choice."

I explain.

"You know what we definitely should have?"

I ask him, making him look up.

"What?"

He asks.

"We should have one of those fireplaces that has a seat near them, so we can sit around the fire for Christmas."

I say.

"What if it turns out great for us? What will we do then?"

He asks with hope as he snuggles back against my skin.

"We would probably graduate..."

I start out as I think.

"I would probably get a job, I want to work."

I say.

"Whether you work or not, we will have a lot of money..."

I state with a chuckle.

"We will probably live in the Malfoy manor or in one of the Saloux Chateau."

I say as I begin to caress his hair, making him sigh as he relaxes.

"Our kids will then attend Hogwarts. We will be accepting of their houses, even if they don't get into slytherin."

I say.

"We will have a rose garden and a lemon tree, no matter which house we live in."

I explain as I think, trying to imagine what it would be like in the future if everything went swell.

"Oh, and in the summer time, we should always visit the second Saloux home as tradition."

I continue.

"What do you think?"

I ask Draco in a whisper, just in case he is sound asleep.

His silent answer responds to my curiosity. I sheepishly smile down as his soft breathing touches my skin.

"Everything will be alright, Draco."

I whisper as I push his hair away from his face.

"I promise, I would be by your side."

I add before placing a tranquil kiss on his forehead.