𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 | 𝐃.𝐌

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It's now one week until Vienna goes home. And Vienna is starting to grow more and more scared. Usually, she would have just isolated herself away in her room, only coming out when necessary, like for meals and lessons. But now she has Draco, and she wants to spend as much time with him as possible.

They have been spending most of their time together and people are beginning to realise they are becoming more than friends, although no one would dare question either of them about it.

There was a moment in the common room where they sat beside each other, and Draco couldn't help but kiss her and she couldn't help but kiss him back. People saw. They gazed. They spread rumours. But at that moment, neither of them cared.

He is the only one who makes her feel safe, loved, happy. All of those feelings she craves, feelings she will and has killed for.

He knows that she will have to go back to her father. He knows but he isn't sure what to do. He would offer her to come back home with him for Christmas but he fears his father is just as bad, if not worse.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

"Maybe you could stay here over half term?" Draco said, leaning back in the brown leather armchair, in the library, "I'll stay with you."

"I can't," Vienna said, from the armchair opposite, "he is expecting me"

He looked at her, hand resting on his chin, with that same look in his eyes, that I hate everyone in this fucked world but you look.

"How do you know he won't hurt you?" he asked Vienna.

"He won't," Vienna wasn't sure of that, "not unless I annoy him. I'll stay in my room."

He rubbed his forehead, wishing there was something he could do, "Vienna" he sighed.

Vienna stared at him in awe, as she watched him become stressed, "right" he sat up straight, "give me your address" he demanded.

"What! Draco! You can not come to my house," Vienna now sat up straight, their raised voices catching the attention of Ginny, Hermionie and Ron who sat with books in front of them at a far table.

"Ouch," Draco teased.

"I'm being serious!" Vienna lowered her voice, "if he sees that I have a boy there he will kill you and then me"

"I'll kill him first," Draco said and there was nothing but promise in his words.

Vienna wanted that. She wanted that more than anything, but this is her father. The man and only thing Vienna's scared of. She knows what the man is capable of, she knows that he is strong, he can fight and he is a man of great power. It would take a lot for Draco to kill him. And she knew he would try.

"You can't—"

"I can," Draco responded, a low chuckle in his voice, "don't underestimate me."