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Emily stared at the door for a while as tears silently made their way down her cheeks and then she shook her head. Slowly at first, almost as if to rid the memory of what just happened, and then more violently, wishing it would all go away—the pain, the heartache, the deaths, everything. Emily stood swiftly as her tears were accompanied by sobs from deep in her throat. She grabbed everything in reach—throwing, launching, slamming, smashing, and breaking.

Thinking about myself? she repeated in her mind as she continued her rampage. Her hands were shaking so much that everything she tried to pick up slipped from her hands. She slid down the wall of the dormitory, her head back against the wall as she cried openly.

“Emily?” Hermione asked hesitantly, almost as if she was afraid of what Emily might throw at her next.

“Draco,” Emily whispered without bothering to open her eyes.

“No, it’s Hermione…” Hermione responded nervously.

“I. want. Draco.” Emily annunciated very slowly as her hands slid to the floor beside her legs. Her right hand hit something sharp and she picked it up slowly, seeing that it was a piece of glass, probably from the picture frame of her, Alicia, Draco, and Jamie that she had smattered. She glanced at the doorway once, only to see nobody, before glancing back down at the triangular shaped weapon in her hands.

It would be so simple, really. A quick little slice, and she'd feel something. Throwing and smashing things had felt good, but pain would feel better. It’s what she felt she deserved after hurting so many people; after killing her father. Nothing would be right ever again. Nothing would be painless from here on out; every choice will cost something or someone.

Emily closed her eyes more tightly as the conversations, the deaths, the memories flew through her mind. It hurt. It would be so simple to shut out the rest of the world and focus on the physical pain. Not the emotional pain from the memories, but the raw, physical pain caused by a single piece of glass. But she never got the chance.

"Don't you dare," Draco shouted in a raspy voice. She didn’t hear Hermione say the spell that caused the glass to disappear from her hand; Her now wide-open eyes were focused solely on Draco. He lifted her up and carried her out of the room while Hermione repaired Emily’s belongings.

“What were you thinking?” Draco repeated over and over again as he made his way down the stairs of her dormitory and into the Common Room. Everyone immediately started asking questions, but Draco ignored them and continued out of the Portrait Hole.

Emily’s hands tightened around his neck as her head buried in his neck. “I want the pain to go away,” she whispered against his skin.

“So you were going to inflict more?” he asked in confusion.

“Yes,” Emily replied simply.

Draco shook his head as he started walking back and forth in front of a wall. He stopped suddenly and shifted the girl in his arms so he could open the door. He immediately went to the bed in the middle of the room and set her down gently on the plush mattress. Her hands slid from his neck as he kissed her forehead. He went back and locked the door, making it so nobody else could get in before slowly walking back to Emily.

“I’m scared for you,” Draco whispered as he leaned against the bed post. Emily met his eyes briefly before they dropped back to her arm.

“Me too,” she confessed.

“So what do we do about it?” he asked quietly as he shoved his hands into his jean pockets.

“I don’t know anymore,” she whispered before thinking and then she flinched as Alicia’s words ran through her mind.

“Me either, Emily. I don’t know what to do or say! I don’t know why you keep doing these things, and anything I do say is obviously not helping! I don’t want to lose you, Emily, but I don’t know how I can keep you if you keep trying to hurt yourself!”

Emily sat up slowly in the bed, leaning back against the frame as they stared at each other. Emily barely lifted her hand in a motion to tell him to come closer before he hurled himself at her, wrapping her against his body, as he held her tightly.

“Draco,” she whispered as her fingers delved into his blonde locks. “I don’t know what to do, but I do know I’m not ready to let you go yet…or ever.”

“So, what are we going to do now?” he whispered, his hot breath washing over her face as her forehead met his forehead.

Emily shrugged slightly as he shifted in the bed and she curled up into his side. “I don’t feel safe anymore,” she whispered and Draco instantly tightened his arm around her. “But that’s not going to change until Voldemort and Bellatrix are dead,” she continued.

“I won’t let them hurt you,” Draco whispered as he kissed her temple.

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” Emily answered.

“I know… Which brings us to Alicia. What happened in the dormitory?” Draco asked hesitantly.

“Sh-she had a vi-vision,” Emily whispered as tears formed in her eyes. “She saw my gravestone.” Draco wiped at her tears, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“When?” he whispered, his voice gruff.

Emily stayed quiet for a moment as she intertwined her and Draco’s fingers. “The date was the same as today… But she didn’t know what year,” Emily whispered, barely audible. Draco buried his face in her hair, his forehead resting on her shoulder. After a minute or so, Emily realized that there was liquid rolling over her shoulders and down her back—Draco was crying silently.

“Drake, don’t…It won’t happen; we won’t let it!” Emily cried as she turned in his arms and held him to her. “We’ll change it… We have to,” she whispered before she kissed him hard on the lips. He kissed her back instantly and urgently.

“We have to,” he repeated as they broke apart for air.

“We will.” Draco tugged her to him and held her tightly to him, burying his face in her hair and breathing in the scent that was purely her.

“We should find Alicia and Jamie,” Emily murmured after a bit. He nodded silently as they got up and made their way out of the Room of Requirement.

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