Belinda
It's midnight. The clock in the Common Room chimes. I can't help but feel like I'm trapped inside a life I haven't chosen. Because it sure doesn't seem like I have control over anything anymore.
"Harry?" I ask quietly, staring into the fire. He looks over at me in reply.
"Do you think we'll all be okay after this? After the War?"
"No," he answers quietly, shaking his head. "I'm sure we'll all be okay eventually, but it's going to take time." I nod.
"I don't want to think about it."
"Me neither," he replies. There is a moment of complete silence. I move closer to him on the couch. I look up at him and softly smile.
"You've got a lot to worry about Mr. Potter," I say quietly, still smiling. He looks at me for a moment, his head tilted slightly to the side. Then, he slowly takes his hand and places a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"Somehow, when I'm sitting here with you, it doesn't seem as though I have quite as much to worry about," he says softly. Its times like these when I get the incredible urge to throw myself on top of him and kiss him like there's not tomorrow. Unfortunately, I have more class than that.
Harry
She sits right next to me, her violet eyes sparkling. I can tell she's concerned. But I can't just tell her what's wrong. I can't be comforted. Not by her, not by anybody.
Because I know all too well about what's to come. And it's coming soon.
My dreams lately have been all ones I've had before. My scar burns more than usual. Talking, whispers, everything has set me into high alert. The beginning of the end is coming. The War of all time is right at our heels. And soon, I'm going to have to do that hardest thing I'll ever have to do.
And I could die. I understand that. There's no avoiding it.
Draco Malfoy is falling apart. Lucius Malfoy is breaking down. Bellatrix Lestrange is up to something evil. And Belinda is stuck in the middle of both sides of The War that's going to kill possibly the entire face of the earth. But even if people think that they are on my side, they aren't. They're supporting me, but I'm on my own.
I guess if life were simple, it would be particularly dull.
But what makes this just even worse is that the last thing I need is Sirius Black's daughter as a distraction. Oh, but there could never be a sweeter distraction. And I know I love her. But I can't. It's too dangerous. Loving her just puts her and danger. Not that she isn't in danger at the moment.
Betrayal is the only thing that exists right now. Everyone's betraying each other. And the only person that anyone can trust right now is themselves. Nobody's safe, and they all know it.
It's all up to me, now.
Draco
"Kyla….."
"I CAN'T believe you have to leave. Especially after all of this!"
"I don't want to, sweetheart but I'm needed. Things are starting to happen," I say quietly. Kyla freezes.
"What do you mean?" she asks quietly.
"The Dark Lord needs me. Kyla, I don't want to do this. I know he's after Belle and at the end of this meeting someone's going to get hurt. This gets out to no one."
"Oh Draco, do be careful."
"I will Kyla. But promise me, watch yourself. Things aren't safe anywhere anymore. Everyone's deceiving anyone else. Don't trust anyone but yourself."
"Okay," she whispers, fear in her eyes. Slowly, I wrap my arms around her.
"Things are going to be very, very dangerous from now on. Things aren't ever going to be the same. I love you Kyla. It's against everything I need to do, but I love you. Just remember that."
"I love you too, Draco. Be careful," she replies, tears filling her eyes. I gently kiss her lips before apparating to my destination.