amortentia [d.m]

chapter. 13

*** Draco's pov

"I just-I can't believe it", I sob uncontrollably. I hate crying in front of people. It makes me feel weak and fragile. But not with her. I feel safe, loved.

"You're gonna get through this. I promise. I will be by your side", she puts her arms around me.
"And remember, I love you", she continues.
"I love you too", my head sinks into her shoulder.

We stay like this for what feel is like hours.

She lifts my head and plants a kiss on my forehead.
"Come, let's get you up", gently tugging at my arm.
I get up, and she wraps me in a huge towel.
She also wraps a towel around her perfect, little body.
"Let's get you dressed", she ruffles my hair.
She picks out an all black outfit for me. I get dressed while looking at her. She puts on a black skirt and a black jumper, matching me perfectly.

"The next train leaves in half an hour. Have you eaten today?", I look up at her.
"Ok, and I lost my appetite", she walks over to me.
"I hate this", my face is close to hers.
"I know, it's hard loosing a parent", she leans in closer.
I press a kiss on her cheek, and lead her out of my room. We walk through the school, and out to the trains.

There is a comfortable silence. I don't want to talk, and Frey respects that. We get on the train, and get in and empty cart. I sit down next to Freyja, and lean my head on her. She holds my hand, and squeeze it slightly. There are only two other people on the train, so it's very quiet. I can hear her heartbeat, and every breath she takes.

"Seeing my father ill and on the brink of death will be strange. He never lets anyone see him when he's weak. He always has to be perfect and strong. He says crying is for the weak", I draw circles on her hand.
"Crying doesn't make you less of a man, it makes you strong. You allow yourself to feel. Only real men can do that. Remember that. Always", she looks at me with her forest green eyes. She grabs is hand, and kisses it.
I lean further into her warm body, smelling apple and plum. A mix of my soap and her scent.
She glides her hand over my cheek.

I love sitting like this, with her. She's my best mate, and the person I love. What have I gotten myself into?

"We're here", Freyja pulls me out of my thoughts.
The train stops, and we stand up.
I lead the way out to the platforms with her trail behind me.
Snape appears behind a flock of people. He has a more serious look than usual. I can't stand that man, even tho he's Freyja father. He and my father are fairly similar, but Snape doesn't get that disappointed. Snape is quieter, more distant.

"Very well, let get going", he looks at us, quickly.
"I really do hate this", I whisper into her ear.
"It's going to be fine", she whispers back, and gives me a reassuring look.