AN: this is my first ever attempt at writing a fan fiction story. Im glad it seems to be getting a good response so far. Keep reviewing! Thank a short filler chapter today but tomorrows should be a long one :)
Draco POV
I stood with Pansy as we watched as Harry and Hydra skipped back to the castle. She then turned to me and asked what I thought of Harry coming back. I was planning on just telling her that it didn't bother me, but the words flew out of my mouth. I told her how much I missed him, how much I wished he had never left me, how much I loved his daughter and how much I thought she clearly looked like me as a youngster. Pansy listened and nodded at me all the way through my pent up speech. When I finished I was panting and tired. She hugged me and told me that it would all end up alright in the end. I smiled at her and asked if she was staying for dinner. She said she couldn't and that she had to get back home to Blaise and their son Toby. I smiled and said goodbye to her.
As I was walking to the Great Hall I was lost in thought. Im so pleased she got away from Theo when she had the chance. She makes such a better match with Blaise. And Toby, who is evidently my godson, is a very happy and sweet little boy. He would be a great friend for Hydra. I hope they get a chance to meet.
Dinner was a relatively quiet affair. Everyone was talking quietly between themselves. I was trying to eat as quickly as possible. Tonight was my brewing night with Sev. I got up and left the hall earlier than any of the other professors. I don't think I could stand it if Hydra asked me to go with them again tonight. Its Friday night and I have brewing to do tonight, I cant get caught up in my feelings. I got back to my rooms and got changed quickly. I still had about an hour before I was to meet Severus so I walked to my bookshelf and took out my photo album. It was a faded red colour and the corners were frayed. I opened the book and on the first page was written in a familiar scrawl 'My Dray, Heres a way to record the next chapter in our lives. Our chapter. All my Love, H'. I smiled sadly as I continued to look at the pictures in the album. There were photos of us in the first two years of our relationship. Before he left me. There were photos of us smiling on the quidditch pitch, sitting by the lake and throwing snowballs at each other. Then the photos stopped and were replaced by tears.
