The Heir. ~| Draco Malfoy Fanfiction|~

24.

Draco's POV:

I watch her as she falls asleep on my shoulder.

She is so perfect it's amazing.

I gently pick her up and place her back down after I stand up.

Her brown hair gets in her face so I gently brush it away for her.

I'm not a softie.

Far from it.

And neither is she.

But she is my best friend, the only exception.

She inhales and exhales almost as if she is a goddess.

If she was she'd be the goddess of the underworld.

But she isn't, she is a lord instead, the future dark lord.

Her father's legacy would be passed on to her if something was to ever happen.

But unlike her father, she had real goals, better ambition, and she had a heart, but only when she wanted to have one.

I quietly slide out of the compartment looking for Kalvin, Michael and Blaise.

I find them sitting in a compartment with another boy.

"hey draco." Blaise says and I sit next to him.

"who's this then?" I ask motioning towards the boy.

"this is Keitheria's older brother Chris." Kalvin says and Chris gives me a smile and nod.

"and where were you this summer?" I ask assuming since his sister was a junior death eater he was to.

"buissness trip." He says and I nod scepticaly.

I look out the window and see that we are approaching Hogwarts.

"we are almost hear. Go get the girls. I'll get Keirana, she's in a different compartment." They nod and I get up swiftly and in one motion.

I walk towards her compartment.

When I reach it I slow down and open it softly.

I brush some hair out of her face and tap her lightly.

"Keir, wake up, we are here." I say quietly and her eyes flutter open almost angel like.

She smiles widely at the sight of me her white teeth shining as her lips stretch upwards

Out of nowhere she goes still and her pupils turn into slits.

She stays still and quiet.

I begin to panic searching her eyes and shaking her.

All of a sudden she shoots up and her eyes go back to normal.

She loosens up and looks around frantically.

Then she stops and smirks.

"Draco." She breaths looking at me.

"Voldemort will return next year." She says and smiles.

I bring her into a hug smilies until she can't see me.

This wasn't good.

She would go back to isolating herself from emotion next year.

This was not good.

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