Harry's Point of View
After searching every inch on the school for practically an hour, I ran up to Hermione who was waddling back from the library, hauling a mountain of books. "Hermione. Have you seen Grace?"
She shook her head, wild curls bouncing around her face. "No I haven't Harry, sorry. Why?"
I just groaned and didn't answer, turning on my heel and striding away from my friend quickly. If I couldn't find Grace to tell about my dream, I needed to go to Dumbledore. He would make sure the proper precautions were taken. Or tell me if he thought the dream was a complete fake; just like last time. Last time, when everything had gone so horribly amiss and I ended up without a godfather.
I sucked in a sharp breath, banishing the memory from my mind. It brought nothing but pain. But I was determined to help Grace, and not being able to find her was certainly not helping.
I took the stairs two at a time, practically running toward the headmaster's office. I couldn't lose her too, not after Sirius. I wasn't even sure what the dark lord was talking about with Wes McFereson, but I knew he was planning to use the man against her. That couldn't happen.
I shoved open the door without knocking and burst into the office. "Professor! I had a dream, I tapped into his mind. Grace is in danger I think!" I cried, looking around frantically. I gulped when I saw that the elderly wizard was not alone; Professor Snape stood standing across from him. His dark robes and scowl completely opposed Dumbledore's white beard and pleasant smile.
Snape crossed his arms. "Don't slur your words, Potter. What did you say?"
Annoyed, I gave him a cold look and repeated, "I tapped into Voldemort's mind through a dream. He was talking about Grace."
Snape opened his mouth to speak but the headmaster held up a hand, silencing him. The potions professor rolled his eyes. I allowed myself a small smirk. Then Dumbledore spoke, "Take a seat. What was said in this dream of yours, Harry?"
I sat down somewhat reluctantly, with all my nerves I'd rather have been standing. I took a deep breath and retold my dream. I said every line that had been said by Voldemort and the unknown death eater. As I continued, Snape's face grew more and more distressed, though he tried to hide it. It did nothing but add fuel to my previous worry.
"And then this morning I searched everywhere and I couldn't find her." I finished, slumping back in the chair. I felt better after telling Dumbledore about my dream, whether it was real or not. I just wanted Grace to be safe.
Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak, but Snape spoke first. "I did receive a letter from Wes McFereson. I believed it to be real, as did Grace, though I suppose it was just a fraud after all..." He drawled, turning away from us and crossing his arms in thought.
So my dream was real.
"Though you recall Severus," Dumbledore said. "Voldemort said 'Severus believes Wes is acting alone', not that Mr. McFereson was completely fabricated."
He stroked his beard thoughtfully. "I believe Wes McFereson does exist, and is most likely alive, though is probably being used by Voldemort. Held captive."
My eyebrows rose. "Wait, who is Wes McFereson?"
Snape turned back around. "He claims to be Grace's uncle. Her mother's sister."
"Well then we have to save him!" I exclaimed. Both eyes widened slightly at my passion. "If Grace actually has a family member that's not bloody mad, then she's going to want to meet him!" I knew perfectly well that Grace would do anything to find him. Anything. And I, like the dutiful friend-zoned boy I was, would do anything to help her.
God, I was really pathetic sometimes.
"She will meet him then. As planned." Dumbledore said, taking a seat behind the ornate desk.
"It's too dangerous!" Snape snarled, growing angry. "You-know-who would just snatch her away again!"
"We will be with her Severus, ready to fight. Hopefully, we will get Mr. McFereson out of this."
Snape was still clenching his fists with anger, but he did not reply.
After a moment, I said, "But we still haven't discussed the other problem here! Where is she now?"
The potions professor suddenly looked somewhat guilty. He cleared his throat and began awkwardly, "I believe I know where she is."
Dumbledore cocked his head to the side and had a twinkle in his eye as he asked, "And where would that be?"
His reply was almost inaudible, but every word rang in my ears like a gunshot. "She's in the Room of Requirement. With Mr. Malfoy."
Oh.
Hell.
No.
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Draco's Point of View
If a person could spontaneously combust from being too happy, I would have been dead hours ago. I felt warm from the core out, literally tingling with joy and satisfaction. She had fallen asleep again and I would have been content to simply hold her to me for the rest of my life, to stay in this perfect room for the rest of my life. As long as I had heard, everything would be okay.
I pressed my face to her hair and inhaled the smell of sunshine, cinnamon, and trees. Last night and this morning were definitely not what I had expected, not that I was complaining in the slightest. I had finally been allowed to indulge in my Grace addiction, and by god it was spectacular. She was mine, and I was hers. Finally.
Luna had been right, I thought with a smile, I would need to tell her that.
Grace sighed in her sleep and rolled over so she was facing me and her leg was draped over my waist. I smiled and wrapped my arms around her waist, forming a possessive cage, and loving everything about her. Her creamy skin, her crimson curls, her electrifying touch. It was all endearing. I would never let her get away from me again, no matter what happened. I swore that to myself. I was too selfish, too proud, and too determined, to ever let her slip through my fingers again.
Her eyes opened sleepily and a lazy smile crossed her face when she noticed me staring at her devotedly. I kissed the tip of her nose. "You're even more beautiful when you're naked." I said with a smirk.
She laughed and threw her arms around me, pushing me on my back and lying on my chest. "Can we just stay in this room forever?" She asked, brushing a hand through my hair.
"I was thinking the exact same thing." I said, running my hands over her back, causing her to shiver. Smiling, she kissed me lightly. I growled and hugged her closer, kissing her hungrily. My hands traveled lower and she keened softly, filling my mind with lust. Knowing that I could make her make those noises was definitely one of life's greatest pleasures.
"I love you." She murmured between kisses. My heart swelled and the feeling of ultimate triumph coursed through me. "I'm sorry I was so stupid."
I locked eyes with her and replied, "This isn't a mistake Grace. Love can be good. I know you're scared because of your father, but I promise you that this will be completely different. Because I just want you to be happy."
Grace stared at me for a long moment before kissing me again and holding her forehead against mine. "I trust you."
I grinned and trailed kisses down her collarbone. "Good."
The moment was broken when the door of the room swung open, revealing a furious Harry Potter. Grace yelped and slid over in the bed, yanking the blanket up to cover herself. There was now a foot of space between us, and Grace's face was as red as her hair. I just rolled my eyes and gaze Potter a lazy, if not somewhat cocky, gaze. He was standing with his mouth open, obviously not prepared for the scene he had stumbled in on.
She isn't yours Potter. I thought to myself with glee. She choose me over you.
Trying to break the immensely awkward mood, I said, "We have to stop meeting like this." Grace snorted but quickly stopped herself and the silence returned.
"Uh...hello Harry." She stammered.
Potter exploded. "Hello? That's all you have to say? Hello? Do you know how long I was looking for you? And you're just in here with him! That's just-"
"Why were you looking for me?" She interrupted.
He shot me a wary glance then snapped, "I'm not sure if I should tell you. You know, in front of a death eater."
Fury rose up in my throat, threatening to escape. Stupid arrogant git Potter. My wand was on the other side of the bed but I could probably-
"Don't you ever say something like that again." Grace threatened. "Now just tell me what you wanted."
Potter crossed his arms, still very angry. "Fine. I had a dream Grace, I tapped into your father's mind. It was just like before with Mr. Weasley, except he was talking about you. Wes McFereson, sound familiar?"
Grace nodded slowly, suddenly looking a bit ill.
"Well it's all a lie. He's using Wes to try to trap you. You're fucking welcome." With that he turned on his heel and slammed the door behind him, leaving me in a state of confusion, and Grace in shock.
After a moment I asked, "Who's Wes?"
Grace just shook her head and pulled her knees to her chest, curling up in a ball. "I thought...I thought that I could have a family...someone normal. To spend Christmases with and to go to in the summer. I thought..."
Before I could ask, she continued, "Fuck him! I'm so done! I'm tired of getting my hopes up and I'm tired of living in fear and I'm so tired of this unresolved mess! I'm getting Wes back, and I don't care if I have to face him to do it. I'm going to save him."
She stood up and started pulling on clothes. "I need to talk to Dumbledore. And we need to put this plan into action." She strode to the door and looked back at me. "Are you coming or what?"
I followed.
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