Her POV
We walked into the expansive office, which I had visited so often before with Harry. Our great headmaster was seated at his desk, his fingers endlessly tapping, "How can I help you two?"
What can I tell him? What should I tell him? How can I tell him? Does he know already? He surely wouldn't approve of her plans! I nervously looked up at him, at his crinkled old face, and broke down crying.
I cried for minute, but I felt like hours. I was scared, what if he didn't care? Was she joking? Were we imaging things? I could feel my prince's arm around my shoulder, its weight comforting me, but not taking away my tears. Slowly I managed to splutter out the words, and explain to Dumbledore what she was doing.
As I spoke to him, I saw his wise eyes widen in surprise, and slowly switch to determination. "Mr Malfoy, is this true?" his calming voice asked as Draco nodded his head in agreement with me, "Well, we'll just have to mend this problem."
My prince had saved me! He had rescued me from that horrible woman! All of my dreams had come true, I had my Draco, my prince, and he had saved me from a terrible beast.
His POV
"How can I help you two?" his booming voice asked, and I was surprised my princess didn't shrink back. Had she been here before, unlike me, and was used to his powerful presence? I had heard stories, but they all seemed surreal at the time, but they are true. I can see his Phoenix that saved Potter in our second year, and his office really is this huge!
Hermione started to speak, but her words came out in sobs. Her entire body was shaking, as she stood there looking so alone. I put my arm around her shoulders, in an attempt to give her comfort that I felt I couldn't provide. I felt like a stranger, I felt so useless. I wanted to help her, but I knew I couldn't. I had to let her tell Dumbledore, for him to see, to hear, what was happening to my princess. Her words came out broken, and the creases around his eyes deepened with concern.
"Mr Malfoy, is this true?" he asked me when Mione had finished, as he turned his attention to me. I nodded in agreement and he looked us both in the eyes, "Well, we'll just have to mend this problem." I could see Mione relax as he said this, she stopped fidgeting and slightly slouched.
I was glad; my Mione was going to be better. Everything was going to be all right. That crazy bitch could never win, Dumbledore believed us. What is mine, will always be protected.
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Mwah
Queen of the Scoubies