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Thought I was gonna be slow with these updates, didn'tcha? Let's hear it for choosing fanfiction over studying! Please review so I at least have your reactions to comfort me when I fail my midterm.
Harry Potter's point of view
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It took them over an hour to calm me down. I threw a fit when Draco told me he was wanted in Azkaban by the Ministry. Under bullshit accusations! They called him an accomplice to his father's actions. Draco had nothing to do with Lucius' killing of a Muggle. He did that on his own. The woman he killed didn't do anything wrong either! She was an old beggar woman, asking him for money. He refused. She persisted, following him home and blocking his path up to his house. He tried to push her aside and she grabbed a hold of his robes. Lucius thought she was trying to attack him, so he attacked back. Draco wasn't even there, yet because of his reputation and famous family, he was assumed to be one of the brains behind it. It was utterly ridiculous and made me furious.
Draco now had me on his lap, one arm tight around my waist and the other rubbing my back. I reluctantly agreed to listen to Hermione tell the rest of the story.
"Alright, well, after the man from the Ministry left, they realized that Ginny was gone. She had left a note saying she was going to go out and find Ron. Arthur and Molly freaked out and left for Ireland to go find Charlie to help find them. And since Ron had been with him there when he was studying dragons, they figured that was the best place to start looking. Percy hasn't heard from any of them yet."
I stared at the blanket on the bed, lost in my thoughts. Draco knew what was going through my head.
"This isn't your fault, Harry."
I turned up to meet his soft grey eyes. It felt like it was my fault. I didn't know how, but it seemed like my whole life I've always been the cause of bad things to happen. And now here I was, hurting the people who meant the most to me.
Hermione stood and took back the tray with barely touched food. I thanked her and she kissed the top of my head before leaving the two of us alone again. I curled up against Draco, tugging him closer to me. He held me close, wrapping both arms around me.
"So what's going to happen now?" I asked him quietly.
He sighed into my hair and rubbed my shoulder, lost in thought. "I'm not sure. Have a talk with the Ministry, I guess."
I looked up at him, my eyes wide with fear. The Ministry has never been one for the whole "innocent until proven guilty" way of thinking. He flashed me my favorite smirk of his.
"But we don't need to worry about that right now." He pressed his lips against mine softly, and all my fears and worries melted away.
He lay me down on the bed, his mouth working heatedly against mine. I pulled at him to bring him down on top of me, but he kept himself propped up on his elbows on either side of my head. He kept himself hovered above me, never letting his full weight press against me. I guessed this was because he knew my body was still so sore.
We pulled apart for a brief second, gasping for air. I stared at the gorgeous smiling face above me, and a wave of sadness swept over me. I couldn't lose him. I couldn't bear thinking about Draco in Azkaban. I would not let that happen. We had to stop the Ministry from taking him away. Somehow prove his innocence. But how? How could we stand up against the Ministry? It seemed impossible.
"What's wrong?"
His eyes were searching my face for some clue as to what I was thinking. I just shook my head.
"I love you."
"I love you too" he replied with a force behind his voice. The words seemed to have more meaning to them tonight.
Our lips met again, and for several minutes I was in a dazed heaven with him as my blonde haired angel.
When we both were breathless and our lips slightly swollen from the passion between us, Draco looked out the window at the midnight blue sky. He leaned back down and nipped at the base of my neck before draping a heavy blanket over me.
"You need to sleep" he told me. I opened my mouth to protest, but a yawn escaped instead. Draco raised an eyebrow and grinned, tucking the blanket around me. He moved to step off the bed, but I grabbed his wrist. If there was a possibility of Draco being sent to Azkaban, I would spend every second I had as close to him as possible.
"Will you stay?" I asked pleadingly.
He hesitated. "Of course" he replied with a nod.
He climbed carefully over me, pulling back the blanket and lying with his body pressed against my back. He curved his body against me and wrapped an arm around my waist. His hesitation before had me worried. Would he try to leave again to go find Ron or confront the Ministry?
"Drake?"
"Mm?"
"Promise me you'll be here when I wake up?"
There was a second of silence as Draco picked up on my meaning. He kissed the back of my neck.
"Promise."
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