Chapter Twenty-Four

Powerful

I stand in front of the wall on the seventh floor, imagining the door that will take me to Draco. I'm sure I'd find him in the Room of Requirements, because that's where he normally is when he's not with me. The door materialises, as I scan the hallway for anyone that might be around. It's clear, as I open the door, slipping inside. If it's possible, it appears more messy than usual. I shake my head, my need to clean overwhelming. It's a consequence from growing up with a mother that's a neat freak. I ignore my incessant need to clean, turning a blind eye to the mess, going about finding Draco in this vast room of artefacts, broken furniture and junk. It's not a junkyard, I think to myself; it's a graveyard for broken and useless items. The rows and columns of clutter lead me to the place where Draco stands, bracing his hands on the steel cabinet in front of him. "Draco," I say, climbing over a pile of discarded papers. Draco's shoulders relax, as he turns to look at me. Those grey eyes of his as stunning as always, making it easy for me to be distracted. "What are you doing here," he asks with a smile.

"Seeing if you want my help," I state, coming to a standstill next to him. Draco shakes his head, that same goofy smile he only has for me, lighting up his face. "You don't have to," he says, taking my hand in his. I told him days ago that I wouldn't help him, that I wouldn't turn my back on doing what is right. Since that conversation, I realised that if I love Draco, I'd help him no matter what. He's the love of my life, and if I'm willing to die for him, then surely, I'm willing to assist him with a task that his life is dependent on. "I want to, Draco," I murmur, stepping closer to him. Draco meets my blue gaze, his grey eyes soft. I've only ever seen his eye colour that soft grey when he's around me. Draco wraps his right arm around my waist, hoisting me against him, our bodies flush against each other. "Have I told you lately how much I love you," he breathes, his lips brushing against mine, soft and warm. I close my eyes, as our lips touch, the instant chemistry setting my soul ablaze. Draco kisses me softly, savouring the moment, letting go of my hand. I reach around Draco, placing both my hands on his back, pressing my fingers into his shoulder blades, relishing in the contact between us.

Draco's hand grasps my behind, pressing me tight against him, lifting me up. He carries me a short distance, putting my down on an abandoned table, the wood cold against the back of my thighs, my skirt no longer covering my skin. Draco's hands push my skirt up further, his fingers pressing into my hips, as he trails wet kisses down my throat and over my collarbone. I start unbuttoning my shirt, meeting Draco's eager gaze. "You're so beautiful," Draco states, his eyes following my hands as I unbutton the last button. I smile, spread my legs and pull him closer, our lips in a familiar dance. The power within me, surges to dangerous levels, my skin tingling, my connection with Draco palpable. Draco deepens the kiss, his fingers tangled in my hair, his body flush against mine. The force between us, strengthens, pulling us closer. Our need for each other grows, and swallows us, as we discard our clothes, feeding off each other's desires. Naked bodies meeting in a passionate encounter, all worries and fears forgotten.

We reach the high we are chasing together, the moment explosive, energy leaving our bodies, leaving our immediate surroundings in more of a disarray than before. Out of breath, our eyes locked, the realization that the power the prophecy warned us about, might be stronger than anyone could have ever imagined. I return to the Gryffindor Tower in a haze. After my shared moment of passion with Draco, and the fiery release, something to behold. I don't think anyone could have predicted just how strong our Twin Flame connection appears to be. As I've only gotten physical with Draco, it's unknown territory for me. I'm not sure what I'm meant to make of what happened in the Room of Requirements. At the rate my connection with Draco is growing, I'm scared as to what that means for our future. Distracted, I walked into Ginny. "Emily!" she exclaims, with a genuine smile.

"Ginny," I greet, a bit flustered. "Are you okay?" she questions, giving me a once over. I nod, not trusting myself to speak. I've got too much on my mind to have a meaningful conversation. "Excuse me," I say, giving her a quick smile, leaving the common room. I cannot be around anyone that might expect me to converse with them. Instead, I head to the only place where I can be alone. Severus will be in his office, which means his classroom will be empty. I push open the door, breathing a sigh of relief. I find a spot, and lie down, the cold floor refreshing. I close my eyes, and take a deep breath. I take a few moments to just breath, clearing my mind. No amount of worrying is going to answer all the questions I have. I love Draco, and I've made my decision. I cannot change that. My soul is tied to his, and regardless of how much power we are harnessing, it's not going to change that. Our fate is sealed. I hear the door open, a familiar presence entering. Draco lies down beside me, taking my hand in his, our fingers interlaced. "Do we need to talk about what happened earlier?" He squeezes my hand, that electric jolt from our very first meeting running through our veins.

"You mean the explosion we caused?" I turn to look at him, his grey gaze dark. "It's my studness," he shrugs with a sly smile. I laugh and shake my head. "You're an idiot," I chuckle, staring at the ceiling. Draco sits up, pulling me up with him. I move, facing him, our knees touching. It's a familiar position for us. "I think our Twin Flame connection is stronger than we thought," I explain, meeting his gaze. "We have no choice anymore, we cannot stay here," he says, his tone growing serious. "If anyone realizes the power you possess," he shakes his head, "that we possess, they will kill us." I nod, his words true. We cannot stay and fight in this war. It is too dangerous. Whether I like it or not, we will have to talk to Severus. "I think it's time we talk to Severus," I say matter-of-factly. Draco nods, his gaze softening.

"It'll be for the best, because I cannot lose you."

"I will not lose you, I refuse to," I state, climbing into his lap, resting my forehead against his. Draco nods, kissing the tip of my nose. "It'll work out," he breathes, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. We take a moment to just be together, in silence, collecting our thoughts. Before I can talk myself out of going to see Severus, I get up and hold my hand out for Draco. "Let's get this over with."

"It's going to be okay," he reassures me with his charming smile, making me believe him. It will have to be. There is no other option. I cannot and will not lose Draco in this war. I have already lost Caleb and my family; I cannot take another loss. If I lose Draco, I will die. It's as simple as that.