Cardigan

& when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someones bed,

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DRACO
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Draco was anxiously waiting for Emersyn outside of the Ravenclaw common room the next morning. The morning after the fight, the Christmas party and... him helping her out in her room.

He didn't want her to go home, but the Dark Lord waits for no one. Duty calls.

She came out of the door with her small trunk, She was wearing a Ravenclaw hoodie, leggings, and running shoes. Her hair was up in a messy bun. She had her glasses on like she used to dress before all of this mess. He couldn't help but smile. That's the girl he fell in love with.

"Hi. I didn't know you would be waiting for me, or I would have let you in."

Draco internally scoffed, as if he would be caught dead waiting in the Ravenclaw common room.

"It's okay, Em. Do you have everything?"

She nodded and tapped her trunk. "All in here. One month's worth of shit." she took a nervous breath. "Are you excited about Christmas? Will your dad be home?"

Draco sighed at the mention of his father, they hadn't talked about him since he left, and frankly, he didn't want to give him the time of day. "No, I don't think so. He won't be out, until... you know. The task is complete."

Emersyn nodded, her eyes widening, "Right, sorry." she quickly mumbled, "So, it's just going to be you and your mum?"

Draco sighed again, "Yep. Emersyn, we don't have to talk about my shitty Christmas right now."

"Well, I would take your shitty Christmas with your mum over one with whatever the fuck I'm going home to."

"Is this a competition?"

"No, just... wanna make sure you'll have a good holiday."

"I will. My dad won't be there, remember."

"I guess, we both have daddy issues, huh?." she laughed at him, turning the corner of the hall.

They came to a halt when they arrived at Snape's office. Her blue eyes were filled with sadness. Draco wishes he could go with her. He wanted to say fuck exams and just leave but, Snape would never allow it.

"Owl me as soon as you get home... and after the meeting."

She nodded, "Okay."

"And please for the love of everything known to man, don't give him attitude."

She nodded again. "I won't."

Draco wasn't sure if he meant for her not to give her dad the attitude or Voldemort but either of them was a good answer.

He pressed his lips into hers, cupping her face with his hands. His forehead rested on hers when he pulled away, her eyes were closed.

"Emersyn. Please just keep your head down, okay? It's just one month. I know they probably won't let you leave the house, that's okay. You just keep busy."

"Draco, I'm 17. I've been doing this for a while."

"This time is different, Em." He knew that she knew that he was talking about her dark mark, but he wanted to make sure she was taking it seriously.

"You owl me when you need me, okay?"

"I won't. But, I know," she said confidently. He could tell she was sacred. He would be too.

She was so fucking stubborn it got him extremely frustrated, but he decided to let the comment go.

"You'll come back to me," Draco mumbled to himself, mostly for reassurance of his own.