I saw him looking around people for help, but nobody dared to move. I could hear 'them' calling for him from the other side, but he was not listening. He was hoping that someone would help him ever after what he's done. I started slowly moving towards him. Step by step. I heard people whispering, calling after me to stop. I stopped when I stand next to him. I grabbed his hand and interlocked my fingers with his. He froze at the moment and when he realized that somebody helped him, he felt a little warm in his chest. "Stay" I whimpered and tightened my grip. He moved a bit closer to me and finally after a while he said "I will". I smiled to myself because I knew that he made the right decision after many years. Even though he was my bully the entire time while we were at Hogwarts I always looked up to him and was so proud of him, because I knew that he had it hard at home and when his father was sent to Azkaban he had to do all of his dirty works and became death eater. After that, his life was getting more miserable each day. "Draco, how disappointing of you." said the Dark Lord angrily when he realized that he was not going to join his side once again. Even though the good side won the war and Harry Potter was still alive. Draco still felt something hard in his chest. The only girl that helped him was no longer by his side when the war ended and he desperately wanted to find her and thank her, like he had never thanked anyone before... What if they both get their Hogwarts letter over the Summer to join again in their final 7th year? What if only one of them shows up? And what if, when they meet, they start to gain feelings towards each other? You can read and find out!