"So he's making you take Occlumency lessons with Snape?" I question Harry as we walk towards the train that is to bring us home.
"It's terrible. I'm so tired all the time which only makes keeping Snape out even harder," explains Harry.
"Occlumency is hard. Once you get it down though it'll be easy. I'm going to sit with Draco. Have a nice holiday Harry. I'll see you in a few weeks."
With that I board the train, heading towards the back where I know Draco is. A whole two weeks with just us. Nobody snooping around trying to figure out what we are doing, no Crabbe and Goyle following our every step. Also my personal favorite no more Pansy shooting me nasty looks. Oh, and no Umbridge. Life at Hogwarts is becoming more of a hassle than an escape.
"There you are," a voice sounds to my right.
Turning I am face to face with the blue eyed, blonde haired god I am in love with. His lips meet mine in a kind of frenzy, his fingers pulling at my hair. This is a new side of Draco.
"Two weeks," he mumbles, lips still resting on mine.
"How does your father feel about this?" I question, lifting my trunk into the rack over head.
"He still doesn't like you much. Mother is thrilled."
"Your father is a coward."
"Don't talk about him like that."
"It's only the truth Draco. I hope you don't turn out like him."
"I won't I'm stronger than him. You've told me."
There is a silence, long but pleasant. I rest my head on Draco's shoulder, his arm wrapped around my, hand on my shoulder. We sit this way for an hour.
"Are you frightened?" Draco asks, his voice cutting the silence like a knife.
"No."
"Not even about seeing your father again?"
"He should be nice to me, especially after disappearing for some odd years. It isn't like I haven't tried to help. I was there last year, in the grave yard. I've sent people out, kept up with things best I can. He hasn't the slightest reason to be upset with me."
"Of course."
"Why do you sound so nervous, Draco, he isn't going to do anything?"
"Just the idea of –" Draco searches for the right name – "well, you know, being in my house is just a little…."
"I understand. You won't even have to see him."
Sighing, Draco nods, looking out the window. The first few days will be hard on him. I'm only hoping things will go smoothly. My father is known to pry and have a temper.
I chew on my bottom lip for the duration of our trip, about twenty minutes, worry washing over me in waves.
A week later
It still burns; a black smug on white snow. I can't let it hit anything or even let people touch it but I don't regret any of it. Father left the day after it was done. Draco and I spend much of our time in the gardens on the Malfoy property.
Today is like any other.
Snow blows about in the chilly winter wind, settling down on my curly hair which is being thrown back and forth. The heavy animal fur coats block out some of the cold but the wind is terrible. My toes are cold in my boots and my jeans are no help in keeping my legs warm.
"You're cold," Draco comments, his hand in mine.
"I'm fine."
"Fine? Your lips are purple."
"Well, I might be a little cold."
Biting my near frozen bottom lip I let a snow ball I've been holding collide with his cheek. Laughing I drop Draco's hand, running off into the maze of rose bushes. I can hear Draco laughing as he runs behind me. Snow ball misses my ear by a little bit as I turn the corner. Between the laughing and the running I am finding it hard to breath but I don't care. I feel free. Like this is a part of me I've kept buried for so long. Hiding behind a bush I wait for Draco to run around the corner. Pouncing at him I knock both of us to the snow covered ground. Neither of us caring we lay in the snow for a while, our fingers intertwined, my head on Draco's chest.
I can hear someone coming down the path but I don't care. Well not until I see the black coat and snake handled cane. Mr. Malfoy has come looking for us.
"Draco, look at you, lying in the snow. Get up," Lucius begins, look at me with those pale, disapproving eyes. "Someone is inside for you."
With that Lucius Malfoy walks back towards his house. If there is one person I am frightened of it would have to be Draco's father. He despises the fact I am dating his son and he is not above showing it.
Upon entering the house I see Snape standing off towards the study door. Why does he have to mess up my last week with Draco?
"What do you want Severus?" I demand, feeling fierier to this simple teacher. There is no need to be kind to him.
"Your father is beginning to ask questions and I'm running out of answers."
"Come up with something. I'm not leaving early."
Snape grabs me by the shoulders, his grip harder than ever before, "I will only put up with this attitude for so long. Although you might feel you are powerful you are still a child."
Pulling out my wand I send Snape flying across the room but he does not hit anything, instead I leave him hanging, up side down in the air; all without saying a word. "Do not, even for a second this you're more powerful. I would watch your back from now on. I'm tired of you checking up on me or whatever you think you're doing. I don't need a baby sitter."
"Put me down."
"Say please."
"I will do no such thing. You will put me down."
"Sorry professor but I'm afraid I only learned how to lift people up."
I reply before walking from the room, pleased with the crashing sound that follows. Severus needs to learn I'm not going to be pleasant it he keep showing up. I don't want him around.
"See you in five days Miss. Black," Snape says as he opens the Malfoy's front door.
"Get out," I reply before turning to Draco and pressing my lips to his…right in front of his father.
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