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The first thing escaping my lips was a loud groan when I regained consciousness again, stretching my arms and legs after being in this state for god knows how long.

But then, just as I was about to open my eyes, my brows furrowed. The surface I was laying on was entirely too comfortable; not matching the last memories I had, at all.

If they were to match, I'd probably be laying on the cold, wet stone floor of a dungeon somewhere. But, instead, I was rolling around in sheets that felt like they were made out of silk.

My eyes snapped open, my body bringing itself in an upright position almost automatically.

I scanned the room carefully, trying to find just a single object in it that seemed familiar. But there wasn't one.

I was looking around a rather grand room. The first thing I noticed the dark brown, king-sized canopy bed I was currently sitting in. Then, the dark green silk sheets that were hugging me tightly, almost like a second skin.

The nightstands were empty, and I felt disappointment growing within me at the realisation that personal objects weren't going to be what helped me identify where I was; because there weren't any.

The only things making the room seem not entirely hollow was the bed I was sitting in and the large bookshelf that spread across the wall opposite of it.

The books in it were sorted by colours, and I caught myself admiring how they faded from a black to dark red, brown, and so on. They all seemed rather old, the binding fragile, though they looked like they were in mint condition.

It's like they drew me in; my legs swinging out of bed to walk over to the shelf right after. My bare feet left no sound on the wooden floors; nothing but a single creek that echoed through the whole room eerily.

I didn't dare touch any of the books, never mind take one out. I felt myself grow satisfied by just reading the titles portrayed on the bindings.

Sonnets of a Sorcerer - I liked that one; read it my second year at Durmstrang.

Jinxes for the Jinxed,

Magick Moste Evile,

Secrets of the Darkest Art,

and one in particular that sparked my interest;

Advanced Apparition; Vanishing Cabinets and Floo Networks.

I remembered seeing this exact copy in Draco's dorm that morning after Christmas, thinking he must've had it out of Hogwarts library. Thinking he must've had a weird interest in Vanishing Cabinets and Floo Networks.

Though, looking back now, it all seemed almost too obvious.

"You're awake."

I turned around abruptly, startled, but not in a position to let whoever just walked into the room know.

Her voice was soothing, but that didn't mean she would be just as kind as she sounded. The woman seemed familiar, somehow, but at the same time, I knew I'd never seen her before.

"I apologise for the- well, the complications," She continued, still standing in the doorway. To my relief, it didn't seem like she was planning on actually stepping into the room. "I do hope waking up here was more pleasant than the circumstances of why you've been asleep for the past few days."

Her eyes darted over to the bed, though my brows just furrowed; eyes still on her as if staring at her would somehow answer all my questions.

The way her voice sounded didn't at all match her exterior. Her gaze was icy, her brown eyes free from any emotions she might've been feeling. Her lips were formed into a straight line; the red lipstick the only colour her face revealed.

She was almost as pale as-

"Mother?"

I could make out his voice out of hundreds. It startled me; visibly this time. Noticing, her eyes lingered on me for another second before turning around to look at her son. To look at Draco, who seemed to be standing just a few feet from the door.

The corners of her mouth twitched into a small smile, her eyes suddenly filling with compassion and kindness as she looked at him before stepping out of the way.

Draco walked into my field of vision with furrowed brows, his eyes immediately finding mine.

"Give us a second, please," He murmured to his mother in passing, stepping into the room, his hand already on the doorknob to close and lock the door after him.

"Don't be too long; we're expected to be-" She began, but he cut her off with a knowing nod.

"I know." His voice was stern, and as soon as she stepped out of the doorway, the door was closed and locked. His eyes narrowed as soon as they caught mine again, a glare so deathly it seemed he was about to kill me right here and now.

"Fancy seeing you here," I muttered, a huff escaping my lungs as I diverted my eyes off to the floor.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, his voice calm the first time, but then he repeated his words a lot angrier. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I didn't get to say anything before he continued; not that I really had anything to say.

"I can't believe you, Y/n! I asked you to stay there! You promised-" He interrupted himself with a groan, the next time I looked up he was a considerable amount closer to me.

"Technically, I didn't say anything," I corrected, not even half the confidence he was radiating in my voice.

"Do you know how much I want to kill you right now?" He hissed, stepping close enough that he had to look down on me to hold eye contact.

"I thought that's what you were trying to prevent."

I honestly didn't know why I said that. Maybe a desperate attempt to lighten the mood. Though, I knew this wasn't a situation that needed comical relief.

"Merlin, this is not funny, Y/n. Of course that's what I was trying to prevent. Along with you ending up here!" He spat the last word as if we were currently residing in hell itself.

He was still close to me. My body backed against the bookshelf after giving in and taking a step back whenever he took one towards me.

"You knew I couldn't do that. You know me enough to know I'd go after you."

"And why would you do that? I asked you not to- I begged-"

"Because I love you! Because I don't want anything to happen to you. Because- fuck, I just wanted to know what was going on," I said, considerably calmer than what I would've imagined. "You want me to just stand there and pretend to be blind while you're- while-" A shaky inhale of my breath interrupted me, and instead of picking up where I left off, I just shook my head.

"And look where that landed you. Loving me might not be worth all that, what do you think?" He scrunched up his nose at his own words, hating what they implied.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. But that's not true."

His facial features softened at my reply, his brows no longer furrowed and his glare easing. His gaze flickered back and forth between my eyes and my lips, not quite sure how to proceed.

I didn't think he expected me to apologise. Just like I wouldn't have expected him to.

He interrupted the silence hanging over us with a loud sigh. A sigh that seemed to carry the tension filling the room away with it.

"Well, I always imagined you'd meet my mother under different circumstances," He huffed then, a small smirk finding its way to his lips. It was the first familiar thing in this room, and I visibly relaxed at the sight.

"You've imagined how I'd meet your mother?" I mocked innocently, my head tilting in amusement. "Look who's becoming all sappy."

He rolled his eyes in amusement, though, his demeanour changed quickly.

"You think I've become sappy, huh?" He wondered out loud, his eyes locked with mine as they visibly darkened. "We'll see about that." Just as the words left his mouth, he pressed his lips onto mine- making them sound more like a mumble.

Our lips moved against each others lovingly and longingly. Like it's been months since we last did this when it's only been a day or two.

The feeling had the knots in my stomach tighten, and I smiled against his lips as the kiss deepened.

It was absurd, if you thought about it.

At the same time as he was the reason I was here; why I went out there in the first place, he was also the reason why I didn't mind as much as I should.

Why I was smiling in a situation, I should be frowning in.

A/N: Let's give Cissy some time to warm up to us lol I do love her tho

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