Enemies to Lovers

Part 8

DRACOS POV~

I admit, maybe it wasn't the best idea. Who am I kidding?! This was totally going to backfire to my face, but did I care? No. 

What was this shitty idea you may ask? Well, during the next quidditch match, I planned on asking Amber to the ball. I know how it sounds, your going big! Well, that's exactly how it sounds- but that's besides the point...

I was getting somewhere. I just couldn't help this nagging feeling that I got in the back of my gut. "Return her to me." That's what Voldemort wanted. I really didn't want to do it. The pain and the burden that falls onto you... no child deserved that. Frankly, no one deserved that, let alone a child who is still technically not an a adult. 

That day was horrible. I had though of it almost all the time that I was around Amber. I knew that eventually.... eventually, I would lose her. 

I thought about her smile. Her laugh. The way she made my stomach flutter and my heart soar when she hugged me. The wet pine-tree sort of scent that she gave off. (I liked it) I couldn't lose another person to the dark side. Not again. 

I was dreading the day I would bring her to the Manor. I knew I would be the one responsible for ruining her life. All of the hope and happiness sucked out of her life. 

I shook the train of thoughts away. This year, I wasn't doing quidditch. All of the pressure. The death eater stuff.....it was too much.....but I knew that she was on the team, so I figured I would do something to make my move. 

Anyways, later that day I found myself at the quidditch pitch, wandering around and breathing in the fresh air. The much needed fresh air may I add. 

I hopped onto my broom and soared into the air. I circled around the stadium a few times and took a few dives. 

 Then I noticed a tiny, black, blotch in the sky. It was coming towards me. Then I realized it was a person. Most likely a Gryffindor practicing. I scoffed. Great. 

AMBERS POV~

This guy! Why did we always bump into each other?!  

"Well well." He rolled his eyes. I stuck out my tongue. "I didn't know you played such a manly sport." He smirked. I scoffed at him in disgust. "You think a female can't play quidditch?" 

He narrowed his eyes. "Not really... but could you prove me wrong?" He seemed to like how I was getting so annoyed. And he wasn't wrong. 

"Do you want me to start the crushing-into-pulp early?" Draco smirked like he liked that idea, which didn't seem very.... friendly? Not that we were friends or that I wanted to be friends or more than that... I mean maybe- ugh what was this Malfoy doing to me! 

Clearly Malfoy saw my facial expressions of confusion and frustration because what he said didn't help. "Regretting the thought of what was it you said? 'Crushing me into a pulp'?" I put on a brave face. "Never." 

We shot up into the air. The air forcing my hair apart. The wind rippling through my robe. The laughter that escaped my mouth. That feeling. I felt so light. So..... free. Something I hadn't been feeling at all lately. 

"Great feeling isnt it!" I heard Draco shout over the roar of the wind. I smiled. 

"Amazing!" I raced up and stopped. He steadied his broom beside mine. 

I saw him looking over at the tall spires of Hogwarts and I studied his face while I got the chance. His face was different. Every time I saw him, he was always angry, he was making fun of people. I realized he might just need a friend. Someone to talk to. He was taking out his sorrow on others to make him feel like the bigger person. I related to that. My old life-

"Enjoying the view?" I hadn't realized I was staring at him the whole time. He smirked. 

"Piss off..." I looked over at Hogwarts to change my focus. "What do you want? Why are you always so...." I wanted to know. About his disappearances, about everything.  

"Mean? I guess," His voice faltered. "It makes me feel better about myself. I mean why did I have to get wrapped into all of this.....all the-" He looked over at me like he hadn't realized  I was there or listening even. Like he was about to give something away....

He sighed and scowled. "Do you like seeing me with emotions?" I let out a weak chuckle.

"No....I- I get it." I forced a smile. He studied me intently then his eyes went full with shock. 

"What?!" I grabbed his arm. He looked around and groaned, not even realizing my hand was on his. 

"I- come with me....." He looked at my hand, finally realizing, and paused. "I-" 

I moved it quickly and looked out at the sun setting. "Where?" 

He looked terrible all of a sudden. His skin was pale and he was shaking. "Home."

Then he grabbed my hand and we were gone.