Narcisa was running through the school, trying to find Draco. He was her entire world, he was her reason to be alive. She didn't know where Lucius was, but she wasn't even interested in finding out.

Suddenly, she found him, stupefying some Death Eater. She smiled, proud of her son. After all, he had chosen to fight on the right side. His father could never know, otherwise he would kill him. Narcisa didn't doubt about it, anymore. Her husband's great achievement was, and had ever been, the blessing and trust of the Dark Lord. Now, she knew it for sure. All she wanted to do was leaving with Draco forever, to keep him safe.

"Draco!", she called him.

"Mum!", he was so relieved to see her. "Are you alright?", he asked her, always looking around, to make sure they were still alone.

"Better now that I found you.", she smiled. "Draco.", she was suddenly serious.

Noticing the change on his mother's voice, he knew something was wrong.

"What happened?"

"Nothing happened. But we need to go."

"Go where?", he was not enjoying her tone.

"Away from here."

"What? I'm not going. Not until we win this.", he couldn't understand what she meant. Leaving everything and everyone behind?

"We have to. It's dangerous to stay here."

"It's even more if we leave!", how couldn't she see it?

"You don't know what you're saying, you don't know the risks. You can be killed!", she was desperate.

"I'm not leaving my friends nor my cause behind, mom!"

He could be a lot of things, but a coward he didn't want to be. He didn't want to be compared to his father.

"It's for your own good!", she was already yelling at Draco.

And then, everything happened so quickly. She only had time to run towards Draco and lay on the floor with him. Spells were being shouted and she could only hear two men fighting, yelling unforgiving enchantments to each other. 'What happened?', she thought, in panic. She could feel Draco's hand grabbing hers strongly.

Suddenly, everything was quiet again. For a couple of moments neither of both dared to move.

"It's over.", said a familiar voice to Narcisa. "You're safe now."

"Blaise!", exclaimed Draco, relieved and happy. "But how?"

"How did I know you were here?", he smirked. "I didn't. It was pure luck. Or faith.", he completed, looking at Narcisa, who had already gotten up.

However, for his disappointment, she looked away.

"Let's go, Draco.", she simply said, catching his hand.

"I'm not leaving, I've already told you!", he told her, in a firm voice, leaving her hand. "I'm staying, mom."

Narcisa realized he was not going to change his mind. He was so grown and brave. She learnt, in that moment, she couldn't protect him anymore, he was not her baby boy anymore.

She sighed.

"You're right, I suppose. We should stay and fight for what we believe.", it was hard for her to admit she had lost.

"You were thinking about going away?", Blaise asked, before he could think in what and how he was saying that, almost screaming.

She didn't look at him, turning back and starting to walk.

"I'm checking the wounded, seeing if they need any care."

"Mom?", she stopped at her son's voice. "Be careful."

She looked back, at him and smiled. "You too, my big boy."

He smiled back, proud of his mother. He knew she was only trying to protect him, but the truth was that he had grown and now he had to stay there. It was time to finish all that.

When Draco looked at Blaise, he was still looking at the place where Narcisa had disappeared.

"Hey, mate? Are you ok?", he was intrigued.

"Hum?", only then he realized he was staring at the darkness. "Yes, sure.", he turned to him "Were you leaving?", he was feeling hurt and betrayed.

"My mother wanted to, to keep us safe, you know? But I told her I would never leave you and this cause behind."

Blaise nodded. She wanted to leave without him. She not even thought about saving him. He wanted to cry so badly. What was happening? He couldn't understand.

"Are you listening?", he heard Draco calling him. Apparently, it wasn't the first time.

"What?"

"What? Are you deaf? We have to get away from here. We have to find Potter."

Blaise thought Draco had lost his mind.

"Find Potter? So the Dark Lord knows we are not on his side? Are you insane?"

"Are you coming or not?", Draco was already walking with determined steps.

He had realized it during last year. It was obvious that he would never, ever, tell anyone about it, even because he still freaks out because of it. However, now that he had admitted to himself, everything became a little easier to deal with. He had no idea how people would react to something like that, but it was way too strong for him to deny. And that was the reason why he was desperate to find him and make sure he was alive.

Blaise was running after him, trying to catch him. That was when he heard something behind him. Instinctively, he turned around with his wand raised. When he realized who they were, he lowered his wand and called Draco.

"Draco! He's there."

Draco looked behind Blaise and saw Ron running, assuming Harry should be there too. Without saying a word, he started to run as fast as ever, leaving Blaise alone.

"Dra- Oh great…", he sighed. "What does he want from Harry so much he couldn't wait for me?", he complained to himself.

He decided he had to go find Narcisa and clarify what idea was that of trying to leave without saying anything. Thank Merlin Draco refused. He walked straight to the Great Hall, where he knew the wounded were. It didn't take him an entire minute to find her.

He didn't care if people were going to see him or talk about it, he just walked towards her and grabbed her arm.

"Were you really leaving?", he asked, before she could say anything.

"Blaise, stop it. They're looking at us."

"Let them look. Were you?", he felt his eyes burning.

"Yes, I was. It's none of your business."

"No? We were-"

"We were what? We were nothing!", she rolled her eyes.

"I know that's not true. I just know it."

"You're wrong. And now, go away, otherwise, they'll start to make up things which are not true."

He was really hurt by those words. It would have hurt less to be under the cruciatus curse. A lot less. He run away, he didn't want her to see him crying. It was the first time he actually cried. Not even when he was beaten at home he had cried. But those words and the look in her eyes were like knives ripping his body.

-xxx-

She didn't know how she had been so rude, but the truth was, she meant it. It was all an illusion and all those months without him just contributed for her to be sure of that. She never meant to hurt his feelings, she always thought he was not waiting for her and he had already a new girlfriend. Apparently, he hadn't. However, she knew he would be fine. That's the way kids were these days. Blaise was not different. He was deluded by an older woman, he was dazzled by the experience, the enchantments and the class of an older woman. In two days, he wouldn't even think of her.

She was not happy, but that was the way things should be. What was he expecting anyway? That she was going to leave everything behind to run away with him, in some sort of crazy, passionate, thoughtless and immature act?

He couldn't believe she would ever leave her son and her life behind.

-xxx-

The war was over. Everyone was breathing freely again. The evil had been destroyed and his followers were too weak and afraid to fight back. They were all gone by then. Hogwarts was silent and relieved in those minutes which followed Voldemort's death.

Narcisa was sitting alone, in the Great Hall, waiting for Draco, who told her he had to take care of one little thing, in his words. She had no idea what that was, but she didn't ask.

A couple of minutes later, she saw Blaise arriving. She had decided she had to explain him, so she walked towards him.

"Can we talk?"

He looked at her in disbelief, he shrugged and followed her.

"What?", he asked, roughly, when they entered an empty room.

"Blaise, I need to explain you some things."

"I've got everything. I was just a piece of fresh meat for you."

"That's not true. I felt attracted for you, but it's over. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean this to happen. It just did."

"It just did.", he mocked her, in a sad voice. "You just abused me, took advantage from me, let me kiss you, feel you and allowed me to fall in love with you. And for what? For then, when you were tired of it, just dump me."

"Blaise, don't…", she was about to cry. "I was not taking advantage of you. I wanted that so badly at the time and I risked a lot because of you!"

"I wish you haven't. I wish I could forget you."

"You will, sooner than you think. I was just the mystery, the new, the unreachable who you reached, after all. I was the pleasure of the danger, the ecstasy of an adventure."

"I love you, can't you see that? You were not the older woman with whom every boy dreams of sleeping with. You were the only woman I wanted to sleep with."

Something in his eyes scared her. Maybe he was saying the truth. However, she was absolutely sure that he, eventually, was going to forget her.

"Blaise, you deserve someone who loves you back, endlessly and toughly. And I'm not that person."

"So, you still love your husband, don't you?"

"Lucius?", she laughed, ironically. "No, I'm going to leave him. I was unhappy for much longer than I like to admit. I guess I haven't found the love of my life yet."

"I hope you will."

And saying that, in a miserable and hurt tone, he just left the room and Hogwarts. He knew that was nothing he could do, if she doesn't love him. The only thing he could wish was for her to be as happy as she could. That would make him, not happy, but at least not devastated.

The End