F O R B I D D E N L O V E - Draco Malfoy x Daisy Diggory

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pov of draco malfoy
How dumb was I? How could I have forgotten? I remember the fury and pain Barty was in when Rose passed, but I guess I never connected the dots.

Daisy convinced me to go to Professor Moody's office after our strange conjoined message, but I thought it was a terrible idea.

If Alastor really was Barty, Daisy didn't understand the power he held.

Luckily, she and I had that power as well, but there was a slight problem, neither of us were very skilled in DADA just yet.

"You realize how strong this man could be? I criminal that's presumably dead Daisy!" I was worried for not only my safety, but her's as well. "What are you going to do if he kills one of us!"

"Draco you're a Malfoy, you're a descendent of the most powerful wizards to live," she reassures, but it didn't make me feel any better.

We come up to the entrance of the classroom and freeze. Daisy takes my left hand while my wand is in the other. "Aren't you going to knock?" she whispers. It was still awfully early, far too dark for anyone to be roaming the hallways.

"Me? This was your idea hm?" I snarl.

"Together?"

"Why not."

We un-intertwine our fingers to knock at the door. Our fists hover over the old finished wood.

Then knock.

But instantly, the door opens.

We exchange a glance and walk in.

...

pov of daisy diggory
I reach down to grab Draco's hand, out of fear. I was too curious as to what this man wanted with us to just let it slip away. Hell, Barty could kill us in our sleep if we didn't obey.

Professor Moody sat in a desk chair on the far side of the vacant DADA classroom. He slowly sat up.

"I've been waiting your arrival," he growls, slinking closer to us. Draco and I had completely frozen in the doorway.

"What do you want from us," Draco mutters.

Moody comes storming around desks til he holds his wand to Draco's throat. I grasp tighter onto Draco's hand as I watch him fearfully stand.

I look to Moody's wand again.

His wand.

It was his wand.

"I'm not here for you, I just invited you to our party so you didn't feel excluded," Moody murmurs. He lowers his wand and makes eye contact with me.

My face was warm and my head was throbbing. I could hear the whooshing of my pulse in my ears, and feel my heartbeat in my stomach.

Moody's face begins to poke in all different directions, and his appearance changes before my eyes. His shape, size, color, poking and nagging at the surface to be revealed. It was a terrific sight.

A grin grows onto his lips, which soon grows into laughter. What's so fucking funny?

Finally, there stood Barty Crouch Jr in the flesh, staring deeply into my soul.