Hello from Hogwarts Part 1 & 2

The Wrong Side

"Y/n?"

I saw him sitting in his usual spot, looking out at the stars alone. Though my appearance interrupted his deep thinking, I could see a slight sign of relief flush over his face. I began limping over as he leaped from his seat, rushing over to me.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in bed, resting," he asked in a worried tone.

"I'm fine Draco, we just need to talk. Will you let me do that at least."

"Yeah, I've been wanting to talk about what happened," he gulped.

Wrapping his arm around my waist, he helping me take a seat at the ledge where we both had spent countless hours discussing the nonsensical topics of the universe.

"I'm sorry I punched you. How is your jaw feeling?"

"It's fine. But, I should be the one apologizing."

"There's no need. I know you were under Delphini's control."

"What happened to you? Those knuckles of yours were bruised way before they came in contact with my face," he had begun wrapping itself around mine.

Typically in a moment like this, I'd rip myself away from him, but the exhaustion took hold of any strong emotion I had toward him.

"When I found out what she was doing to you, I chased her into the forest. We got into a huge fight, and I..."

"What?"

"Well, she stabbed me...and I-I killed her," I replied, looking down at my lap.

I could feel the tears welling in my eyes as I looked back up to see an uneasy Draco. With the hand that was clasped into mine, I abruptly pulled his arm close to me, bringing his sleeve over his elbow. Immediately, I cupped my mouth, feeling the tears trace down the sides of my face.

"This wasn't supposed to happen," a soft murmur escaped my lips.

I looked down, watching the tears soak the ground when I felt my forehead pressed against his chest. Though he didn't say anything at this moment, his actions spoke louder than any words that could have come out of his mouth.

"Draco."

"Yes."

"You weren't supposed to get it. You weren't-he promised," I wept into his shoulder.

"Voldemort said if I didn't get the mark, he would make you become one of us. He said I had to break up with you, and so I did that exactly. He promised and- and he lied to me. I just-I was just trying to protect you," I exclaimed in between sobs.

"I did everything he said, and we still end up with the same results. What did I do wrong."

With every word I spoke, only the burning sensation of failure, frustration, and betrayal coursed through my veins.

"He told you what," he questioned softly as his hand wrapped around the back of my head.

"You know I never stopped loving you. I just wanted to protect you to keep you safe. You don't even know how long I've wanted to tell you this," I sniffled.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, placing a kiss on my forehead.

For several moments, I sat there cradled in his arms. The low hum of my sobs subsiding for once.

"Draco, he told me about your little "gesture," and he approves of us being together."

"You talked to him. When?" I began to see his pale cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.

"When I touch the mark, I can speak to Voldemort at any time. Kinda like a telephone. I've also been going to meetings at your home. A couple of weeks ago, in the middle of the night, I transported the vanishing cabinet into the room of requirement."

"Wow, so I see you've been busy," his lip curves up the slightest bit.

"It isn't going to get any easier. Things are about to go downhill very soon."

"What do you mean," Draco asks, pulling me into his lap.

"Dumbledore is going to die a week from now, and I have to do it. Or at least I have to attempt to do it right here in the tower."

"What? Was that an order by Voldemort as well? Is there any way we can avoid it," Draco babbles on?

"Everything has to go in the order of these events. There's no way to change it. It has to be this way."

"No, let me do it. You've been through so much already."

"I can't let you do that. Just be ready. Once he is dead, the death eaters will ravage through the school, and we must leave with them."

He took a long pause, staring out at the stars.

"We are on the wrong side of the battle, aren't we," he murmured.

"...Yes," I reply reluctantly.

"Then I guess we'll just have to enjoy these last moments here at the school."

I nod my head, just as he brought me into a warming kiss.

"I've missed you so much y/n."

"I know," I dart a weak smile in his direction.

"Have I told you how you look today," he whispers into my ear.

"Like an injured 90-year-old moping around the empty halls."

"Very funny," he scoffs.

"You look beautiful, and if I had to get the mark again to hold you in my arms, like this right now, I'd do it a million times."

A genuine smile came over my face as he cupped my face. I proceeded to kiss him on the forehead, reigniting our little inside joke.

"I'm going to miss this place."

"Then let's not waste any time," he replies, climbing on top of me.

"I don't know what I'd do without you in my life, Draco Malfoy."

"I know," he snickers.

"Me too."