Author's Note: I am an awful author :[ I feel terrible that I haven't updated in so long. I've been struggling with where I want to go with this. I'd appreciate any feedback you guys have. Also I'm super sorry it's so short. I love you guys for still sticking with me though and reading my story!
That night I had a lot of weird, vivid dreams. Some I would wake up screaming from and Draco would hold me until I felt safe enough to fall back asleep. Others were happy and gave me a glimpse of the future we might have. One in particular, however, kept coming back to me all throughout lessons the next day.
It wasn't so much a dream but a memory from my childhood. I was ten and staying at the Malfoy's for part of the summer. Back then, Draco and I were still best friends. We were out by the pool splashing around, playing like kids do. Draco got me full in the face with a bunch of water; I didn't really appreciate that, I gasped at just the wrong time and inhaled some. I immediately started choking and spluttering. In my adolescent mind, I decided to exact revenge on the one who started this. So I took one big breath, fell over and stopped moving. Draco started to panic and rolled me over trying to shake me awake. He called my name over and over again beginning to sob. I decided he had learned his lesson just as his lips came down on mine. I'm sure he thought it was like some fairytale when I seemed to come back to life after that, until I slapped him of course. We both pretended it had never happened, but for the next two years, I secretly hoped he might do it again when he didn't think I was dead or dying.
As history shows though, that never happened and once we got to school and found new friends, I had stopped caring. I wondered for the rest of the day if maybe the only reason I had hated Draco all these years was that he had chose Pansy to be with instead of me. Which was preposterous really, I hadn't seemed interested had I? I sighed and sat back in my seat in Potions. All I was doing was beating myself up over things that I couldn't change and didn't matter anymore. We were together now weren't we? Nevertheless, I couldn't help but think that if I had done things differently, we would've had so much more time together where we could've been way more happy. Of course, that was a fantasy in its own as well. Draco had never been a one-girl kind of guy until recently. So maybe everything does happen for a reason. We weren't put together until now because we never would've worked until now. That made me feel slightly better after my all day headcase-ness.
I looked up to see Draco staring at me oddly. Which made sense I guess since I hadn't spoke most of the day and last night I was having nightmares. He probably thought I had totally lost it and had his kid gloves on with me now. I gave him a small smile of reassurance and tried to concentrate on the rest of the class.
As the class was dismissed, I decided I should probably try to convince Draco that I'm not completely crazy. Which would probably be quite the feat considering all he had witnessed lately.
"So… I was just thinking, this thing with us, it never would've happened until now or at all if it wasn't for our overbearing parents."
"What do you mean until now?"
"Well, you and I never would've worked except for these specific circumstances. Isn't that weird?"
"Yeah I guess you're right."
I smiled and grabbed his hand as we walked down to the Great Hall. Even with everything being a mess and a deadline breathing down our necks that was do or die we still had found love in each other. If there wasn't hope in that I didn't know if there was hope anymore.