When strong emotions meet a dormant line of ancient magic that was thought to of gone extinct resurfaced along with the Dark Lord, everyone is on edge...
THIS IS A DRACO MALFOY FAN FICTION
TW:⚠️ SMUT ⚠️
-bad language
- viewer discretion advised
I flutter my eyes open, to see Draco's clean room. I look up to see his stunning grey eyes, looking into mine. I softly smile at him, all of my worries fading.
"Morning love," I say, my voice raspy from sleep.
"Morning love" Draco hummed back, "Sleep well?"
"It was an okay sleep," I don't want to worry him with the nightmares of the Phoenix and Death Eaters winning the upcoming war,"You?"
"Yeah it was good." He replies.
There was a short but peaceful silence, where I rested my head back on Draco's bare chest.
"How long have you been awake?" I ask him. I know that he hasn't really been sleeping, but who can at this time?
"Not that long..." He lies.
"Okay..." Is all I could reply to him.
There was another comfortable silence where we just embrace each other's presence.
"When do we tell them? The others..." I ask him, looking up into his piercing grey eyes again.
"I don't think that we can... It's safer if they don't know..." He answered.
"Okay..." I rest my head on his chest again.
Mine and Draco's communication skills haven't been good since we got back from Hogwarts. It was like being at the Manor was straining our relationship... It is straining our relationship. We hardly speak about how each other are feeling, and when we do, it ends up in an argument... I hate arguing with Draco. He has a lot on his plate but so do I... He struggles to show his emotions and I know that because I do to sometimes... I just wish that it didn't have to end in an argument every-time.
Sometimes I wonder if I am the problem... I wonder if he would be better off with Astoria, and that I am only going to cause him pain and despair. I think about this most of the time. Like what would of happened if I left him to his devices... What would of happened, if we just stayed as friends of a friend? I snap out of my thoughts when I hear a knock from the door.
"Draco? Raven?" Narcissa's voice calls. She knows that me and Draco are sharing a room, "There is a meeting in an hour... Would you like me to make you some breakfast?"
Narcissa is so sweet. She doesn't deserve the cruel life that the world has given her.
"Yes please Narcissa. That would be lovely." I call out to her.
"Okay Raven, it'll be ready in 15!" She replies as I hear her footsteps fade away.
I sit up in bed, and walk over to Draco's dresser and pull out a drawer that he has dedicated for my clothes. It was a sweet gesture really. I pull out some black dress trousers and a black silk vest top, and a black blazer as well-
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