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Now that Neville had brought Harry up, I could barely stop thinking about my brother.

He casually briefed me on the whole Horcrux-thing when I last saw him. And while I insisted on joining them, Harry was set on not having me come.

For reasons like "it's too dangerous," or "you're going to get yourself killed." To which I retorted with a "And you won't?"

I decided to drop the subject at the time, hoping to bring it up the next morning before they were supposed to leave. I simply didn't feel like wasting our first hours reunited with an argument.

Turns out, while I missed out on the chance to talk to him about it in greater detail, at least we enjoyed ourselves before everything went to shit. So, I'm grateful for that, at least.

All I could really do was hope whoever sent that letter to Wren, also sent one to Harry.

I had enough time to think about all of it during dinner, seeing as Wren was sat with Luna, and Draco and I were supposed to hate each other, I didn't think I had anyone else to spend time with, anyway.

"You alright, Y/n Potter?" My head shot up at the words, looking right at Blaise who sat opposite of me now. His voice had a hint of amusement in it, mocking me sarcastically.

I thought that bridge burned a long time ago.

"Doing splendid, Zabini," I retorted with a forced huff, tilting my head while I studied his face, watching his smirk turn into an amused grin.

"Thought so," was all he said to that. I seemed to make it a little too obvious that I wasn't doing splendid, at all. "Y'know, can't blame you for being worried about your brother," He shrugged casually just after shovelling another bite into his mouth.

I scoffed, turning my head at the sight, my eyes falling onto the staff table at the front. "How would you know I'm concerned about my brother?" When my eyes fell on the Carrow's, I decided Blaise's full mouth was still a more pleasant sight, and I turned towards him again as the words left my mouth.

He shook his head, still clearly amused by the whole conversation. This time, he swallowed before he spoke.

"Well, you'd be a bloody horrible sister if you weren't," He snickered, and my eyebrows raised. "Don't tell them I said that, though."

"Your secret's safe with me." A singular laugh escaped my lips, accompanying my words, and he nodded, pleased with my statement before his full attention was on the meal in front of him again.

Maybe being friends was still on the table, then. Merlin knows I could use some; now that nobody really knew how to feel about Harry Potter's sister anymore.

With Gryffindors apparently thinking I betrayed Harry, and Slytherins trying to kiss death eater ass; which definitely didn't make them want to associate themselves more with me, I thought maybe I'd take my chances with a Hufflepuff, perhaps. Or a Ravenclaw.

I shook my head at my thoughts, trying to shake them off as my gaze flickered through the hall once more.

My eyes had caught Draco's numerous times already, and this one was no exception. We still hadn't talked, and I knew he was dying to do just that.

And even though I wasn't particularly looking forward to it, I figured after risking his life for me, the least I owed him was honesty.

So, when I made my way out of the great hall to get back outside, I didn't have to turn around to know it was Draco who followed me outside just moments later.

His steps echoed along the halls; they were loud against the stone floor, quite a bit of force in each step.

I left the castle through one of the many side doors, immediately noticing the dark clouds that had formed right on top of us. Neville did say it would rain soon.

And though it didn't yet, it sure looked like it would start any minute now. I didn't mind.

Apparently, neither did Draco, as he was still behind me, keeping quite a bit of distance between us. He quickly caught up when he determined we'd be far enough from the castle, and I stopped in my tracks at the same time.

For a moment we just looked at each other; I tried to read his icy glare, though wasn't quite sure what to make of it.

"It was Bellatrix, wasn't it?" He suddenly burst out, making my brows furrow for a second. "You cruciated Bellatrix LeStrange, of all people?" His voice was louder than I expected it to be; angrier.

His reaction quite the opposite of Wren's; making me want to have this conversation even less.

"You don't seem pleased?" I concluded, the grass suddenly much more interesting to look at, for some reason.

"I don't seem pleased?!" He threw his arms up in annoyance, shaking his head at the statement. "Merlin, this isn't fucking funny, Y/n. Do you know what she could've done to you? Bloody well murder you to get payback for that!" He rambled on, clearly aggravated.

He might've figured out who it was, but by his reaction, he definitely didn't know why I did it. I would've loved to tell him now, to justify myself; but he didn't let me get a word in.

"When was this, then?! At some point in the manor? After your precious headmaster died?" At that, I made the fatal mistake of looking up at him, the sight I was met with not a pretty one.

His jaw was clenched, brows knitted together tightly in anger as he couldn't seem to stop the flow of words spewing out of his mouth.

My chest tightened at the memory, knowing it was neither of those that made me do it, but a reason that was much closer to my heart.

"Hm? What was it? What on earth could make you do something so completely, and utterly stupid?" He spat.

"She fucking killed him, Draco!" I suddenly hissed, the words coming out of my mouth surprising me, too. "She killed Sirius. Just like that, in a matter of seconds. And I- I was angry, and she was right there-" I took a deep breath, closing my eyes to steady myself and blink the oncoming tears away.

He was quiet now. That big mouth he had before shut.

"And I don't regret it," I went on, calmer now, as I opened my eyes to look right at him. "Not even in the slightest."

He remained silent after. And once I realised he wouldn't say anything else for a while, I simply sat down with a sigh, exhausted.

My knees angled up, I rested my elbows on them, with my head in my hands. It must've been ten minutes before he took a seat next to me. Though, he still didn't say anything; barely even moved once he sat.

We were both looking straight ahead, hanging after our own thoughts with only the rustling of the trees in the background. I didn't get up when I felt the first drop of rain on my cheek.

Though, I didn't feel the following drops on me. I just saw them falling, the intensity of the rain quickly picking up around me, yet, I was completely dry.

A glance towards the sky revealed the little forcefield on top of both me and Draco. It was hard to even notice in the first place, but if you looked closely enough, you could see a shimmering purple gleam in the air, in the shape of an umbrella.

Draco was still looking straight ahead, though his wand was in his hand. Without even looking at me, he asked, "How is your cheek?"

"I've had worse," I huffed, about to turn my gaze away from him just as his eyes met mine for the first time since we sat here.

"I'm sorry." His voice was merely a whisper, though his voice rough, and drenched in guilt.

"That I've had worse?" I questioned sarcastically, an eyebrow quirked. I knew how hard it was for him to apologise; how much it took for him to admit not everything he did was right.

He rolled his eyes, realising I was mocking him. He seemed playfully annoyed, as well as relieved, though his facial expression turned serious again only moments later.

"I didn't know it was-" He cut himself off with a deep breath, rethinking the start of his sentence. "I didn't know that was the reason. I shouldn't have just assumed, instead of asking," He concluded, though, didn't stop there. "But you can't blame me! You do the most reckless things m-"

I interrupted him quickly, an amused smile on my lips as I shook my head. "You could've just stopped after the assuming part," I mumbled, rolling my eyes. "It was perfectly fine until then."

He shot me an apologetic smile; sarcasm and irony prominent in his face.

"How'd you know it was Bellatrix, anyway?"

"I remembered what she said that day- uh, she mentioned that she owes you something? And when Carrow mentioned you cruciated someone before... It was a long shot, really. I just thought I'd take it," He shrugged, before adding, "I knew if I were right, it would make me look like a genius, so I took the chance," with a smirk.

"Right," I laughed dryly, nodding. "I guess it was just luck, then," I teased.

My eyes wandered back up to the invisible umbrella floating over us, the sight forming a grin on my face. "What's that all about?" I wondered out loud, pointing at it before he had the chance to protest about the luck-thing.

He furrowed his brows. "Well, it's raining. And-"

At once, I got rid of it with my own wand, the rain soaking our hair and clothing in a matter of seconds with how heavy it had become. "What the fuck?" Draco exclaimed, his voice a little higher as he tried to shield himself from it with only his hands.

"I like the way it feels," I grinned, shrugging casually. "Makes you feel free, kind of." At the words, I tugged a wet strand of hair out of my face, still amused by the confused expression on his face. "You've never just ran through the rain before?"

He shook his head, though his attention was entirely on the way his wet shirt was sticking to his bare chest now. I quickly got up with the roll of my eyes, extending a hand to help him get to his feet.

"The secret is not to care," I explained, gesturing towards his upper body, which was completely visible through the wet fabric now. "It's therapeutic."

He huffed, still a little irritated before his hand went through his wet hair, removing it from hanging into his face. It was messily sleeked to the back now, a strand or two sticking out.

Still holding his other hand, I began walking back towards the castle. Knowing, during weather like this, not a single person would be around to see us, anyway.

"Muggles romanticise it, you know," I went on, looking up towards the sky, my eyes narrowing and nose scrunching up as the rain fell directly onto my face. We both came to a halt.

"Because they're idiots," He mumbled, though when I looked back at him, he was watching me with a small smile on his lips. "What on earth could be romantic about rain?"

I shrugged. "Maybe it's about being so in love, you forget about your surroundings." I took a step closer to him, a small smile on my lips. "Not caring about anything but the person you're with-" I speculated, shrugging once more, my face now only mere inches from his. "-The person that makes you forget about your problems, and worries; even the rain around you."

I looked up at him, a faint smile still on my lips as he listened to my words so intensely, hanging onto every syllable coming out of my mouth. "I don't know, though-"

I swallowed my last words as his soft lips landed on mine. They were moving against them slowly, every movement feeling purposeful, and I smiled against his lips.

He returned the gesture, a small smile finding itself on his lips, as well.

His left hand cupped my chin gently, tilting my head up slightly, while the other one found itself in my hair, pulling me closer towards him.

We were both already drenched, making forgetting about the rain so much easier. I drowned out the rumbling noise of it, eyes closed, and my full attention on the way he felt, and the way the mild scent of green apple and mint lingered in my nose.

My heart was still beating incredibly fast when he pulled away slowly, and the feeling erupting in my stomach lingered, too.

"Maybe they're not entirely daft, those muggles."

A/N: is that Draco complimenting Muggles I see there ?? Not the character development wowwww

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