(play the song above when mentioned in the story)

The next day I woke up in the same bed I have woken up in after the fight in the Malfoy manor. Speaking of Malfoy; Draco told me that he'd have to go back to his place at some hours so it wouldn't seem too suspicious. As of the moment, I'd assume he had already gone back to his house and I was left all alone. Thankfully, Draco brought over some of his comfortable clothing that I could use. I went to the bathroom to freshen up. I was out cold for three days, so a shower wouldn't hurt, would it now?

After I finished getting ready for the boring day ahead of me, I decided to explore the house to see where was what. At first, I decided to look through the rooms on the second floor. It was terrifying considering the fact that this place previously belonged to the 'royal' family of Blacks.

The first room I found very intriguing and horrifying belonged to a Black called Regulus Arcturus. The whole room was turned upside down; dust was covering most of the fine black furniture, the bed frame was broken, the drawers were wide open and the whole room was full of old books thrown everywhere. Even though it was half-destroyed, it still carried the royal and intimidating design that I loved. The interior was absolutely beautiful in this house.

I approached the drawer that was wide open to see a beige book lying on it. I brushed off the dust to see it was the books I read not too long ago. Bathilda Bagshot's History of Magic. Quite an interesting book, but I am not a history type of person.

I opened the book to see the author's portrait smiling at me. I loved it when pictures could move on their own. Muggles were missing out on this one for sure.

"Ehem," I heard a grumpy cough from the door, "That's Mister Arcturus's book, don't touch it."

I turned around to see the same elf I had seen yesterday standing in the doorway with a trolley full of cleaning supplies. He was much older than Dobby and had an offended frown plastered on his face.

"Sorry," I apologized quickly, "I didn't introduce myself yesterday, I am Y/N L/N."

I put my hand forward to the elf to shake but he didn't budge.

"Name's Kreacher," the old elf grunted, "Elves don't do handshakes, especially with wizards such as yourself."

"Such as myself?" I asked putting my hand down.

"You are a pure-blood," the elf responded, "It's low for a pure-blood to shake an elf's hand."

"Well, I don't really fall in the royal pure-blood category, do I?" I said sarcastically and went in for another handshake, "Hope we can get along."

After hesitating for a minute Kreacher turned his trolley away and went about his way. Well, this didn't go as well as I planned, did it?

I carefully got out of the room and went downstairs to see how to kill my utter boredom. I couldn't go back to Hogwarts, they'd immediately punish me or, if not, kill me off for helping Potter get away right under their noses.

As I got downstairs, I went to the kitchen me and Draco talked in yesterday and started looking around for something to do. There was a lot of newspaper thrown all over the room, so I started reading it. Most of the paper was from two to three years ago. There was even an article about Umbridge becoming the headmaster.

What amazed me was how Rita Skeeter managed to twist these stories in a way it would come off as dramatic. Most of the people she wrote about didn't do anything special, but yet, she made it look like they committed the murder of a fourth degree.

"This is boring," I whispered to myself and went out to the next room.

This room was a bit tidier than the other ones and more spacious. I'd guess this would be the living room. The whole floor was covered with a beautiful rug. The end of the room had a fireplace like in the Slytherin house with two leather couches in front of it facing each other. I looked up to see two beautiful crystal chandeliers barely hanging from the ceiling. On the left next to the two windows which were covered with pitch black curtains was a big cupboard with dishes stacked inside. Right in the middle of the room, there was a black grand piano with a small leather seat in front of its keyboard.

"Now this is interesting," I said to myself excitedly and sat in front of the piano, "Haven't touched a keyboard for over 3 years, have I?"

I opened the fall board revealing an old keyboard. On the fall board engraved with gold was written Bechstein. Must have been the name of the brand. I started hitting a few notes to hear the sound of the piano. It was as good as new. I only remembered the first few notes of Fur Elise, so I played it for the next few minutes.

"Didn't think you'd be smart enough to know how to play the piano," I heard an all too familiar blonde's voice from the doorway of the living room, "But I suppose, you never cease to amaze me."

"Well, hello to you too," I said with a small smile on my face, "Could have started the compliment a bit nicer, though."

"Sorry," Draco smiled back at me approaching the piano to sit next to me, "What you up to?"

"Extremely bored," I sighed throwing my head back, "I even read all the newspapers from 2 years ago."

"Wow, that's very depressing now, isn't it?" Draco said sarcastically hitting a note on the piano.

Something in Draco never failed to calm me. Whenever he is around, I feel at peace. I really did miss him a lot.

"Sorry, L/N, my time to shine," Draco said with a smirk pushing me away from the piano.

"Don't tell me you can play the piano? How much more perfect can you get?" I asked sarcastically with a chuckle.

"Unfortunately, I'm not the man up for the 'perfect' status," Draco shrugged taking his wand out, "However, I do have a trick up my sleeve."

( play the song above :) )

And so, with that, Draco waved his wand and the piano started playing on its own.

Much like Draco, magic never fails to surprise me in the best way possible. It's so beautiful.

"I think we haven't danced for a long time," Draco said standing up and taking my hand into his, "Shall I?"

"I don't see why not," I replied laughing and getting up to face him.

With a small smile, Draco slid his other arm gently onto my waist and we started to dance.

Much like last year at around this time, well, maybe a month or two back, we were dancing together on the very top of the school: in the Astronomy tower. I had the same feeling I had a year before; he was the same as before. I looked up to see Draco's eyes to make sure this wasn't the same dream that had occurred to me before. But no. His eyes were as dull and hollow as ever. It was a reality check for me of some sort. But I was so glad he was here, finally dancing with me one more time.

I closed my eyes and placed my head on his chest hoping this moment would never go. I wished for him to stay there forever and never leave my side. I heard his steady heartbeat, I could feel his coldness; yeah, I was definitely here with him and he was here with me with no dreams, letters, or distance between us.

It felt as if we ran away. Far, far away from everything and everyone. From the school, from these dark times, from Voldemort, from all the misery. Obviously, it was just a part of my imagination. All of it was still in this time existing when the both of us did. So much for trying to just love.

"I love you," I whispered to myself hoping he wouldn't hear.

"I love you too," Draco whispered back placing his head gently on mine as we slowed our pace.

At first, I was scared to open my eyes. What if my mind was playing games with me and all of this was just a part of my dream just like last time? What if he left again? What if he wasn't there with me? What if all of this was just a sick nightmare?

But then, I opened my eyes to see him. What a sight for sore eyes.

I wasn't left alone this time, no. He was with me dancing to the song the charmed piano played. We were still in the Black's house alone with Kreacher wandering about on the other side of the house probably being grumpy about something.

"Being sentimental isn't my forte, is it?" I asked laughing.

"For once actually," Draco said looking back at me, "You managed to say something that would soothe me."

"As if I haven't done that before trying to help your insomniac-self sleep for most of the year," I replied with a snarky tone.

"And look, here we are now. Stuck to each other like glue," Draco replied, "Speaking of glue, I brought some sandwiches for us to munch on."

"How did you manage to associate glue with sandwiches?" I asked laughing.

"No idea," Draco replied thinking about it, "Well, let's go."

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a/n: pov: i spent 2 hours looking for the perfect song 

idk why i like this chapter most in the whole book, its cute ;-;