And if we dream - Draco Malfoy/ OC

Chapter 26- Another step towards you.

Summary: Like some magnetic force, like some unbreakable bond she was drawn back to him again and again. And now, staying away was an inconceivable notion. "Always." she murmured, one hand finding his, the other tangling into his platinum hair, "Always."

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Over the last few days my life has become a complete shit storm of crap and asshole family members and I literally don't even know what to do at the mo… but yeah, here's this anyways- had a bit to finish at the end so could upload, don't know when the next one will be though so please bear with me. Xx

Dear Guest who reviewed on the 26th- Thank you very much for telling me what I should do in my fan fiction… really thank you (sarcasm). I mean, just sit there and call my OC a loser and write it for me! By all means!

To everyone else thank you for your constructive criticism and responses they are what spur me on, not telling me that I should do this and should do that. Suggestions are good, demands and slagging off not only my OC but canon characters is not… If you have a problem with canon characters take it up with J. .

Also another note- please remember there will be canon divulgence - other wise Avery wouldn't exist!

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Because I wanted to.

Avery stared, mouth agape, "Because you wanted to? That's it?"

"I want to." Malfoy amended, "Not past tense."

"You-?"

"Yes."

Avery sighed, eyes on their touching hands, feeling like the wind had been knocked from her, "I-"

A familiar throat cleared behind them and their hands immediately parted, Avery's gaze found Snape's baleful glare and quickly flicked away.

"I have to go." Draco hissed, eyes following the professor as he perused some aisles, obviously observing the two students in the library.

"Malfoy?" Avery asked as the Slytherin rushed to pack up his things, scrunching up his homework parchment in the process, "What's wrong?"

She received no response but for Malfoy swiftly leaving the library.

She sat for a few moments before gathering her own belongings, carefully placing her homework where she would find it again.

"Whatever it is you're doing Greenwood." Snape's voice stopped her by the exit. "I would stop immediately."

Avery turned towards him, he had given up all pretence of looking at books and now stared at her harshly. "Immediately."

Avery shrugged, "I'm not doing anything."

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The common room was warm and inviting when she returned the fire burning brightly. Avery felt an immediate sense of comfort wash over her and smiled. "Hi Ave." Ron called from the most comfortable couch where he sat, Lavender sprawled across the other side, head in his lap. Avery eyed her, "Hi." noticing how the girl tensed when she asked, "Mione not back yet?"

Ron shook his head as Lavender glared, hair spread out over Ron's legs behind her hair band. Avery had always thought it ridiculous that Lavender constantly wore the colour she was named after.

Avery took the seat opposite the couch and sighed as the fires warmth reached her.

"Was the library okay?" Ron asked.

"Brilliant." Avery replied, in faux excitement, "Just wonderful."

Ron laughed, "Good to hear. I-"

"Won?" Lavender whined from his lap, "You should include me in your conversations you know."

Avery raised her eyebrows and shook her head, "Don't worry about it Ron. I'm gonna go and find Hermione, she should be finishing soon." She smiled at Ron's apologetic look as she rose from the seat and resolutely ignored Lavender as she left.

Avery thought Hermione would probably be in the main hall this evening, sometimes the prefects held meetings in there with the first years to check there was no problems, Hermione had mentioned before that she really enjoyed that side of being prefect, she liked helping people- and elves.

"Hi Avery!" A third year Hufflepuff that Avery vaguely recognised called from her group of friends in the hall way. Avery nodded hello, used to the extra attention since the whole ministry affair had reached the papers before their return, swiftly followed by the attack on Ron's home. She, the Weasleys and the others were almost as famous as Harry these days, though nothing could quite match the notoriety of Harry and his lightening scar. The boy who lived.

She ignored the girls attempt at any further conversation or question asking and carried on walking towards the main hall. It took a few minutes and she arrived just as Hermione emerged from the great doors and smiled at her, waving off a first year as she did so. "Hi Hermione." Avery said, "Are you finished?"

"Yes. All done. Did you get your work sorted?" She asked.

"Some." Avery conceded, "Potions."

"Good. Why did you come to meet me?" she asked.

"Lavender." she grumbled in reply, not needing to elaborate any further. Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes, shoulders slumping. "I thought he would have realised what she's like by now."

"Not yet Herm, not yet." she linked their arms.

"So Harry tells me that Draco Malfoy was in the library with you tonight?" Hermione stated.

"Yeah? He on the Maurauders map again?" Avery laughed.

"You know Harry," Hermione said, eyeing her shrewdly, "So why was Malfoy with you?"

"He was just in there, being Malfoy." Avery answered evasively. "Charming my parchment and generally being a nuisance."

Hermione nodded, still eyeing her. Avery kept her eyes ahead ignored the look as they headed back towards the Gryffindor common room, Avery didn't believe she had done anything wrong, she hadn't invited Malfoy to the library, they hadn't been plotting anything nefarious. She wasn't passing on the rare information that was shared with her to Malfoys father. They weren't even friends. She didn't feel that she would be able to explain it to Hermione or the others though, how recently the sharp feeling of contempt she felt around Malfoy, she had always found it difficult to truly hate someone, except perhaps Voldemort, had faded away to a pang of confusion, of wondering who the blonde boy she had been so sure she knew really was.

They weren't there, they didn't see it and they would absolutely not understand. Avery, lost in her thoughts as she was didn't realise what was happening until Hermione's hand wrapped around her robes and yanked her back. "What's hap-" she began to ask before Hermione's hand slapped across her mouth.

"Shut up!" Hermione hissed, "Look!" Avery followed her friends eye line wincing at the residual sting across her mouth from where Hermione's hand had made contact. She glanced around the wall they hid behind and noticed, of all the people, Malfoy, talking, though she couldn't hear anything, fast and gesturing angrily towards the large greasy shape of Snape. "Can you hear what they're saying?" She asked her bushy haired friend.

Hermione shook her head, "No. They don't look happy though."

Avery watched as Snape loomed above his godson, seemingly much calmer but no less angry than the student. Malfoy, he looked frazzled, skin flushed rage red, arms waving. He was the least composed Avery had ever seen him.

"Oh no!" Hermione hissed as Malfoy stormed off into the opposite direction and Snape turned to head towards their hiding place.

The two girls ran back the way they came, and started walking again, as if they hadn't just been spying just seconds before. "Granger, Greenwood." Snape drawled as he rounded the corner, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing Professor." Hermione answered, voice shaking slightly with adrenaline. Avery suppressed inappropriate laughter hoping they didn't look to harried or guilty.

The proffesor eyed them for a long moment, "Back to your dorms, curfew is near."

"Yessir!" Avery said quickly, stepping around him and dragging Hermione behind her. She breathed deeply trying to stop any laughter echoing back towards the teacher.

"Mione!" She whispered, "He would have known if you hadn't dragged us back there so quickly! You're brilliant! It looked like we hadn't been watching at all!"

Hermione laughed, "I miss the days when all this sneaking around was fun!" Avery exclaimed.

"Me too Ave." Hermione said, still smiling but sounding more solemn than before. "Me too."

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"Dragon!" Avery hissed at her cat as he pranced along the Astronomy towers ledge, "If you fall… Well lets hope you land on your feet because I don't have my wand!"

Her cat flopped onto its butt and purred contentedly. "You wont survive that fall, nine lives or not. Even if I had my wand I'd probably mess up the levitation spell in my panic anyway. For someone whose been on so many 'adventures' as the Prophet called them, I'm pretty useless." Avery shrugged. "I can't even produce a Patronus you know Dragon. Harry taught everyone in fifth year, in the DA. Neville managed one, even with the terrible things that happened to him."

Dragon gave no response, not that she had expected any. "Harry said I wasn't thinking of a happy enough memory." She said. She turned around and barely jumped at the sight of the blonde Slytherin walking out onto the tower.

"No snaky comment on how I'm talking to my cat?" she asked.

Draco didn't speak , just moved to lean across the ledge where Dragon sat, alert at the newcomer.

"I wouldn't get so close, he's not good with people he doesn't know very well. Malfoy-" Avery's words trailed off as Dragon nuzzled his furry face into Malfoys stretched out palm. "Okay then." Avery sighed, feeling a little betrayed on behalf of her friends, Dragon had scratched at Hermione only a few days ago.

It made sense though, that he would like Draco Malfoy, she'd always believed her cat was a Slytherin at heart.

Avery told Draco as much but once again received no response. The blonde did however, wrap a gentle arm around her cats midsection and lift him into his arms. Avery raised an eyebrow when Dragon barely moved but to snuggle closer to Malfoy's chest. Avery moved to lean against the ledge beside him, "His names Dragon." she told Malfoy, "You're good with him."

"Dragon." Malfoy repeated, the first word she'd heard him say since his arrival. She nodded and watched as the Slytherin stroked gently down her cats flank. His pale skin a stark contrast to the midnight black fur. Her eyes flicked to his face, he looked tired, drawn, a little sad and a whole lot scared, she thought he might be on the verge of tears and his voice sounded thick and watery when he next spoke, "My name means Dragon."

"Oh yeah." Avery chuckled still watching him closely.

She raised a hand towards Dragon to stroke him and was shocked when Draco flinched back as if she had moved to curse him. He recovered himself quickly though and had she not been looking so closely she may not have even seen it.

"Malfoy… What's wrong?" The blonde ignored her, "Malfoy. What's scaring you? What are you afraid of?"

Wide blue eyes met hers, "Nothing."

"Malfoy-"

"Just don't ask me Avery." he snapped, harshly. Avery stepped back. She breathed deeply, wanting to continue, to dig deeper. However she found herself too shocked to find that Draco had just used her first name. There must be something wrong for him to have done so. She nearly missed him whisper, "Please don't ask me that."

She raised a hand again, slower this time, knowing how jumpy he was, instead of her cat though her hand found his shoulder, moving by instinct, by some basic want she stepped closer, "Okay." she whispered, "I'm sorry." His eyes met hers and they looked wet, like he would cry any second.

She smiled reassuringly. Leaned forward and kissed him.

Potions, ingredients, spells etc from Harry Potter WIKI.

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