The White Peacock (A Draco Malfoy Fanfic)

Chapter 45: Promises

*SEXUAL MATURE CONTENT WARNING*

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Everything had changed from the moment in the corridor with Harry, word had obviously gotten out slowly and almost everyone who was apart of Dumbledore's army knew about me and Draco. 

I had gone from being adored and respected, to being shunned by all the friends I have known since first year. The only people I had left was my fellow Slytherins. Hermione would look at me with pained look every time she would see me, she seemed as though she still cared about me, but was not willing to forgive.

Sixth year was coming to end, so it meant I didn't have a lot of time to feel sorry for myself, or guilty about my actions, all I needed to focus on was that cabinet and my task given to me by Dumbledore. I was worried that we were getting close to Draco's deadline and Dumbledore still had not found out how to kill Voldemort.

However, we had finally made some progress, sending through inanimate objects like apples, but we found out the hard way that a living creature was unable to make the journey. I could feel us getting close, and I just hope Dumbledore would be ready.

"You need to eat" Draco says dryly, as I aimlessly play with my food in the great hall.

"I'm not hungry" I reply solemnly. With everything going on I rarely had an appetite. Draco looks at me with an annoyed expression,

"You need to take better care of yourself" he says coldly,

"What I need is to be working on that cabinet" I snap back

"You are starting to sound a lot like me" he says dryly

"You mean angry, scared and stressed out" I say dryly

"No, lonely" he says coldly, I look at him with a confused expression

"You miss them, and I can tell you are hurting" he says looking over at the Gryffindor table,

"I know you like to think you can read my mind, but you have no idea how I am feeling" I say coldly

"The side you chose to fight for don't want you on their side because they no longer trust you, and you can't confide in the friends you still have about the cabinet or about Dumbledore so now you feel like you are on your own side, alone, fighting your own war" he explains confidently.

I look back at him in shock, surprised at how intuitive he was, or surprised at how intuitive he was when it came to me.

"You are never alone, you will always have me, even when we can't be together" he says grimly

"When?" I say to him

"What?" he replies

"You just said when we can't be together" I say in confusion

"Let's not do this here" he says getting up abruptly.

We get into the room of requirement and I immediately storm over to him,

"Why did you say when we can't be together, I know there is a possibility of it, but you sounded really certain" I say firmly

"Murph, I am just being realistic" he says coldly

"No! we both promised we would try and fight for a future together, do everything we could to ensure that we could somehow be together next year or the year after that, you don't get to just give up" I shout

"We don't even have a plan! We are close to that cabinet getting fixed any day now and you still don't know what you are doing after!" he shouts back