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I follow Draco as he rushes into the laboratory, Harry behind him. I stay quiet, not feeling like announcing myself was a good idea. I stand in front of the room as I stay hidden. I cover my mouth as I hear the sound of blasts and collision happening.

I run into the laboratory as I see Harry pull out his wand.

"Stop it!"

I scream as I go in front of Draco, shielding him from whatever cruse or hex that Harry just performed.

I fall onto the wet ground as I watch the horrified look on the two boys. I breathe heavily as I feel excruciating cuts across my body. I look at the ceiling as I cry out from the pain. I then look to my side as red liquid flows out. Draco falls to his knees with shock, my blood flowing against his hand as he clutches onto the ground.

"Celeste."

Draco cries out as he panics.

Harry stands there, frozen in place with shock as I bleed out. I sob out as the pain is unbearable. I begin to feel lightheaded as the scarlet liquid flows through my hair.

"Draco.."

I whisper as Snape barges in.

I feel less light headed as the blood rushes back in.

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Draco holds Celeste's hand as she sleeps peacefully at the hospital wing. He is sitting on the chair that is beside her hospital bed.

It is in the middle of a May school night, the time period where most students would be happy. However, Draco is in misery as his head is filled with impossible missions.

It felt like his life was crumbling. He has to partake in the murder of Dumbledore, a man that he looked up to secretly. He was cunning and lacked the emotion when it came to his own benefit, but he dreaded the night when it would eventually happen. He never wanted to get blood on his hands, he was not an angel but he definitely wasn't a cold blooded murderer. Now with Celeste injured, he felt like he was hopeless. He felt like a failure as the lover he swore to protect was now in the hospital wing, because of him.

Celeste stirs as she slowly wakes up. She immediately turns to her side, towards Draco with an angelic smile. A smile that is soft and filled with love, as if she was not just hit by the 'sectumsempra'. Her smile so delicate and tranquil that it made Draco forget about all of the worries in his head. One look at her and the devil could turn soft, with just one look.

"I'm glad that you are okay."

Celeste says as she caresses his cheek.

"God, Celeste, I should be saying that."

Draco curses as he brings her hand to his forehead.

Tears drop to his pants as Celeste stares, her smile falling from the heavens.

"Don't cry, I'm alright. I'm still alive and well with you, that is all that matters."

She says.

"I should have protected you, you weren't the one who was suppose to get hurt."

He says as he brings his face closer to her, a couple of inches away.

He runs his hand through the hair that is to her side, brushing his hand across her cheek. Celeste closes her eyes and smiles as she feels his gentle touch.
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"Let's go back, I'm tired and I only want to sleep at our bed right now."

I say as I sit up.

"Sure."

He says before walking over to the matron.

I slowly stand up, letting my feet dangle from the bed as I slip on my shoes. I walk towards Draco as he talks with Madame Pomfrey.

"I will get going now."

I say before thanking her for her work.

She smiles at Draco and I as we begin to walk away.

Draco and I walked in silence as we made our way to our room. We were both so fatigued from the day, everything happened so quickly in a matter of twenty four hours. The halls and common room were empty as the moon illuminates the castle through the glass window.

Draco and I quickly take a shower, brush our teeth, and tuck ourselves into bed the moment we arrive back home. We stay silent for a moment as we lay next to each other, our bodies to the side, facing each other. His arm is draped around my waist gingerly, as if I will shatter at any moment.

"I love you"

He whispers.

"I love you too"

I whisper back.

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Draco watches Celeste slowly drift of to peace, admiring her. He never understood how Celeste fell in love with him, he has been nothing but cruel to her since the beginning of time. Celeste is his treasure, something that he is willingly to sacrifice his life for.

He continues to gaze at her; admiring her pure and divine features, something that he swears god himself sculpted. Her soft breathing touches his finger as he pushes a strand of hair away.
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