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By breakfast the next morning, everyone knew about Emily and Draco’s secret relationship. The twins, along with Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny, wouldn’t even speak to Emily. It was as if she committed murder. Even the Slytherins were disgusted with Draco. Barely anyone talked to him. Pansy could hardly look at him. As soon as he had gotten back to the Slytherin Common Room, she had smacked him and told him they were over. He, of course, wasn’t all that disappointed with that one.

A letter had arrived from Draco’s father, saying how Draco had embarrassed him and disgraced the name of Malfoy. He told Draco that he was no son of his unless he somehow fixed it. But Draco didn’t want to fix it. He didn’t care that he disgraced the name of Malfoy or embarrassed his father. He was glad that everything was out in the open. He was glad Pansy wanted nothing to do with him. But he was unhappy that Emily wouldn’t even talk to him or bother writing him back.

He was able to get Crabbe and Goyle to go along with him the night before, but they were the only ones really talking to him. He was now sitting in the Hospital Wing, on the far side of the room with his curtains drawn around his bed. He sighed as he glanced at the shadow from the window. He tried to move in his bed for a more comfortable position, but the Stupefy jinx on his back had made that pretty difficult. Alicia had hit him pretty good. It was well after midnight the next day. He heard the door to the infirmary creak open and gently shut closed.

Draco watched as the shadow drew quicker to his bed. She certainly wouldn’t come here to finish me off, Draco thought. He started freaking out as he reached for his wand, but the mystery person reached him before he could grab it.

“I didn’t come here to curse you,” Emily said quietly as she slipped through his curtain. Draco studied her as she came closer to him.

“What did you come here for?” he whispered.

“To talk,” Emily whispered. She sat at the end of his bed as he moved his legs up into an Indian style. Draco nodded a fraction as she stared at him.

“She’s my best friend, Draco,” Emily started. Draco looked away from her, staring at a spot on the bed sheets. “Why are you doing this?” she asked quietly.

Draco didn’t answer for a second. “We’re supposed to be them,” he whispered. Emily choked back a sob that threatened to release. “Why should they get it if we can’t?” he asked.

Emily shook her head. “Who said we can’t?” Emily whispered as she reached for his hand. He pulled back slightly and she dropped her hand, making it thud against his knee.

“You wanted this, Emily,” Draco whispered.

“I change my mind.”

“Maybe it’s too late to change your mind.”

“It’s never too late, Dray,” Emily whispered as she reached for his hand again. This time he didn’t pull back. Emily’s hand intertwined with his and she squeezed it tightly as her tears overlapped her lids. Emily scooted closer to him on the bed.

“How can you even forgive me for what I’ve done?” he asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” she said honestly.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered.

“Isn’t that for me to decide?” she asked.

“I guess.”

“You don’t deserve me,” she slowly. “But you can always try to make amends for what you’ve done.” Emily looked up at him as her tears made streak marks down her cheeks.

Draco gently wiped them away and then cupped her face with his hand. “I’m so sorry, Ems. So sorry,” he whispered. “I’ll do whatever I have to, to make this up to you. Anything,” he breathed. Emily nodded her head slowly and then leaned up on her knees and fell into his chest. He held her closely to his chest, to his heart.

“He knows about us now,” Draco said quietly. He didn’t need to elaborate—Emily knew whom he was talking about. “He’ll try anything, Ems. He may try to attack you or Lupin. I don’t even think I can go home, Ems,” he said.

Emily nodded against his chest. “You can stay with me,” she whispered into the crook of his neck. He nodded vaguely. He never wanted to bring harm to her, and she never wanted to bring harm to him. That, of course, was one reason they broke up. “I need to get back before they realize I’m gone,” she whispered slowly.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he whispered, tightening his hold on her.

“Me either,” she said.

She made no move to leave and he liked it that way. Emily and Draco stayed in each other’s arms until the wee hours of the morning. They had drifted in and out of sleep numerously, but always ended up waking.

Emily woke up again around five in the morning. She quietly slipped out of the bed, trying her best not to wake the sleeping Slytherin. She tiptoed to the door and made for the Common Room.

When she arrived, Jamie, Alicia, and Harry were waiting for her. Jamie sprung from the couch and stomped over towards her while Alicia sat back on the couch, her arms crossed. Emily’s eyes went round as she saw Harry tucking the Marauder’s Map into his pocket.

“Let me explain,” she pleaded as Jamie threw daggers at her.


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