After what had happened, I rushed to my Charms class where I met up with Leila. She was concerned about why I had my face all in dust and my robe was torn, so I had to explain the whole situation to her after class. To say that she told a few people about my bravery was a mistake: suddenly all of Slytherin found out that Y/N L/N got their house most points in the whole year because of stepping into a fight to stop it. That is why as soon as I put my foot into the common room everyone started flooding me with praises and hyping me up.

"Potter really sucked ass, didn't he?!" I heard someone yell from one corner.

Well, that was partly true; I got my ass kicked in the fight to the point I had to visit madame Pomfrey for some pain killers, but no one seemed to know about that. Got to hand it to Leila; she really did twist the whole story to make it seem like I was this invincible figure. My minute of fame was pleasant, no argument there, but I was bloody annoyed when first years tried to get my signature.

"I don't really know, but I think you kicked Potter's ass this morning," I heard Blaise say sarcastically from behind me, "Hello, haven't spoken to you in ages and this is what happens?"

"Jealous, Zabini?" I smirked giving him a fist bump, but then the warmness in the room shifted when Draco entered the room. Everyone went silent and even the first years ran to their dorms. Clearly, something wasn't told and it made Draco look like a villain. Or not. It wouldn't be surprising if he had threatened everyone if they spoke about the fight in the bathroom. Then I saw him avert his gaze to me. His posture relaxed but there was a hint of angriness plastered on his face. I should talk to him tonight and figure out what was the whole ordeal about. Draco then proceeded to go upstairs and slam the dorm door behind him.

"Someone's in a bad mood," Zabini sighed as he looked at where Draco left, "Guess we won't be having sleep tonight because he will be yelling at everyone."

"Don't think so," I noticed, "Draco's too tired to yell at everyone, he probably fell asleep already."

"First name basis, L/N?" Zabini smirked at me with his arms crossed, "Thought you hated each other, what happened while I wasn't present?"

"Oh, shut it, Blaise," I hit his shoulder, "Anyway everyone's going to sleep and I think that I should too."

"Whatever you say, later," Blaise waved at me then went upstairs to the boys' dorm.

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I couldn't sleep. Everything was on my mind and I was trying to connect the dots to at least get a clearer picture of the situation. I couldn't sleep for what seemed like hours. It was 2 in the morning already; the perfect time to meet up with him. So, I decided to go downstairs to have him help me sleep. But it was different this time.

As I quietly opened the door and headed downstairs to the common room, I noticed a certain presence that I always felt was gone. I took a look at the fireplace and saw no one sitting there looking at the green flames aimlessly. There was no one who was staring far into the distance lost in their own mind, searching for the solution to the problem. Draco wasn't there.

I made myself comfortable on the couch, put my legs in front of my chest, and stared into the fireplace. I always wondered how these green flames became, well, green. Was it some magic or was it some special type of wood? That being said, I should ask about it when I see Snape next time.

And so, instead of usual relaxing, I started to think.

All of this started when me and Draco started talking in the first week of school. He seemed completely out of it and told me something had been on his mind a lot. He was very dramatic about it but I didn't pay any attention to it. But then the party incident happened.

Snape's and Draco's talk about Draco having something to do which was very important for a certain someone who was as well very powerful must be another clue to why Draco was acting so dramatic and so deep in his thoughts. But then, Snape mentioned helping Draco out and even warned him to keep me away from all of this to which Draco replied that he would handle it perfectly.

Then I found out that Snape and Draco's father have been Death Eaters in the past, which proves that the probability of Draco being mixed up with the Dark Lord is very high. Meaning, that the Dark Lord assigned a mission to Draco that he had to carry out during this school year. But what would he want from Draco? And how was I involved in this mess?

Leila was right: someone in the castle was going against Dumbledore, moreover, trying to kill him using different people. Katie tried to deliver a hexed necklace to the headmaster, but Slughorn was given poison to give to Dumbledore as a gift. These couldn't have been carried out without Oblivio and Emperio spells. Meaning, that whoever was behind this, deserved a lifetime in jail and was as dangerous as any other Death Eater. But does this mean that Draco had to do something with Death Eaters or were these accidents planned by a third party outside the school, perhaps, in Hogsmeade? This was possible. However.

Harry Potter who has been mixed up with messes including the Dark Lord earlier that day tried to kill Draco. But it doesn't make sense. Why would he try and kill someone who was innocent? Unless...

"What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" my thoughts were harshly interrupted by a familiar voice behind me, "Why are you picking on your lips like crazy, you will hurt yourself."

I jumped out of fear and turned around to only see Draco. I sighed in relief then took my hand off my lips to see they were all covered in blood. I must have felt anxious and started picking on my lips. It wasn't a good habit.

"See, you hurt yourself, you dimwit," Draco scolded grabbing my chin with his ice-cold hands to take a look at my lips. His eyes were tired and lifeless. Seemed like he hadn't slept in a lifetime. He had dark undereye circles and was pale.

"I could kiss these right now," Draco whispered softly taking me aback.

He could what now?

"You could what?!" I shrieked pulling away from him my face covered in red.

Draco leaned over the couch and came closer to me to the point I felt like I could fall from the couch any second. But then the tension went away when he started laughing light-heartedly.

"I'm only joking," Draco said chuckling, "but seriously, it's 3 in the morning what are you up to so late?"

My muscles relaxed as I realized how stupid I must have looked right now.

"Just thinking," I replied placing my attention on the green flames again.

"About what?" Draco asked moving over to sit next to me, "How you should have punched Potter instead of blowing the bathroom up?"

Did this twat just bring up that traumatic experience as if it's a joke? He couldn't be serious, could he?

"Good, we are on the same page, then," I exclaimed sarcastically throwing my hands up in the air almost hitting him, "Do you know how terrified I was when I saw you with cuts all over your body? What were you two fighting about? Are you an idiot? Why am I asking, of course, you are. Seriously, get a grip of yourself, Malfoy."

"Get a grip of myself, Y/N?" Draco gasped offended, "Weren't you the one who almost got killed? You speak as if you were the only one worried about the situation."

Well, he did have a point. I could have asked any teacher to stop the fight, but instead, I decided to involve myself in it. He did also tell me to stay out of it. But let's be real, if I weren't there, we wouldn't have gotten those 60 points. I looked at him grimacing as if telling him the exact same thing. He must have understood what I meant because he threw his hands in defense.

"The least you could do right now is give me a hug," I shrugged, "Got me all worked up about nothing."

After a moment of thinking to himself, I felt Draco's hand wrap around my neck and his head fall onto my shoulder. He put his other hand on my other shoulder. His fingertips were cold and shaking, however, his body was radiating warmness. It felt so good being hugged by him. I grabbed one of his arms and closed my eyes. I heard his breath hitch and then calm down as seconds passed.

I could hear his slow heartbeat.

"I think you will be the one to kill me," I heard him whisper to himself then fall asleep with a small smile on his lips.

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