Dance with Me

I didn't want to do it. I wasn't that kind of person. Every time I thought about killing Dumbledore, I fell apart. If it wasn't for my father, I wouldn't have to do it, but he failed. Now Mother and I have to suffer for his mistakes. If I don't do this, he'll kill me.

This school isn't helping anything either. I hate being here. Every minute, one minute closer to my destiny, one minute closer to my final moments. Being here isn't how I want to spend it. Potter's being such an imbecile. He doesn't understand; why can't he just leave me alone? Everything would be easier if Potter wasn't around, but even though the Dark Lord wants him, I can't touch him…not yet.

My thoughts wonder back to Dumbledore and my mission. I've got everything planned. Use the vanishing cabinet in the Room of Requirement, bring my aunt and the other Death Eaters here, and finish him off in the tower. That's how it'll work. Apparently Snape is supposed to be helping me, but I don't want his help! I was chosen! It's my job! Why does he have to interfere?!

I can't help myself any more! I can't fight back the tears, so I let them fall. no one can see me. I'm safe. If my friends saw me now, what would they think? What would the Dark Lord think if he saw me cowering in a corner crying like a baby? I don't care. He can kill me if he wants.

"Draco?" Someone said my name. Who in the bloody hell found me?

I turn around. "Oh," I say, wiping my eyes, "what do you want?" It's Granger. She always finds her way into other people's business.

"I heard someone crying. I just wanted to make sure that you were alright."

"Yes," I sniffle. "I'm fine. Now leave me alone!"

"But I just-"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I don't want anyone around! Can't she understand that?! Instead, I feel her coming closer. I'm in no mood to argue, so I allow her too.

"Dance with me," she whispers.

"What?"

"Come on, dance with me, Draco. It'll make you feel better."

She pulls me up and wraps her arms around my neck slowly. I barely touch her waist, but we start the slow circle. As we go along, I do start to feel better and soon I have her pulled to me, holding on tight.

I stop my motion and just hold her against me for the longest time. It felt so wonderful just to be here, knowing that someone actually cares about me and my fears and worries.

"Thank you," I whisper in her ear.

She pulls away slightly and looks up at me. As I brush the hair from her face, she kisses me; softly, gently, like a lover. I don't fight her. I want her to kiss me. I love her.

"I'll never leave you," she promises.

"I'll never let go of you," I promise. "Never."