The Deathly Hallows

Your whole life could change in eight months.

For instance, you could of met the love of your life, or lost them. You could of bought a house, or watched it die in a fire. You could of met some new people, or had them die aswell.

Your whole life could change in eight months.

And fuck, it changed. Especially for y/n.

Eight months ago, y/n couldn't decide whether she wanted to be with Draco or not. She found out the truth about her life and who her Mother really was, and left her 'Mother', sister and Father behind. That stayed the same, she hadn't seen or spoke to the three of them since.

She hadn't seen or spoke to Draco either.

But that night played in her head repeatedly since. She often wondered where he was now, what he was doing, if he was even alive.

Does he still think of me like I think of him?

The pain of that night was still raw, like an open wound that didn't get the right treatment. After Draco was taken away, she sobbed on the floor for hours. She didn't move for days, in-fact . Students walking past to get to their lessons would give her odd glances, but she didn't give a fuck. Hermione would save her leftovers from meals and bring them to her at the tower but she didn't budge. Even Snape tried to speak to her, something about her 'Mother not wanting me to be in pain'. She didn't listen to a word from anybody.

Eight months later it still hurt, but she learned to deal with it.

"Y/n!" Hermione snapped her fingers loudly in her face, causing y/n to flinch.

"You were miles away, what were you thinking about?" She asked, stupidly. Y/n gave her 'the look' which spoke louder than words. Hermione put her book down and knelt next to her.

"He'll be okay, I know it. When this is over, you'll be with him again" Hermione reassured.

"For somebody known as the 'brightest witch of our age', you really are dim. You don't know where is! Or how he's doing! Save the sympathy speech, 'Mione" Y/n spat, her harsh words lingering in the air.

Hermione sighed.

"Today is the start of finding these Horcruxes and you won't ruin it by moping around like a lost dog! Harry will be here in a minute, get dressed."

Sometimes, you need a friend like Hermione. She was the only person who didn't step on eggshells around y/n.

Y/n rolled her eyes and got ready. After all, Hermione was right about that day being the start. The group had to find these Horcruxes before it was too late. What would of been the first day of seventh year, was the first day of the horcrux hunt.

As y/n was packing her things in Hermione's handbag, Harry and Ron came to her dorm.

"How are you y/n?" Harry asked, walking over for a hug.

"Alive. Let's just get this over with yeah? I need to get out of this place before I go fucking mental" She joked.

Harry turned to Hermione. "You're sure all our stuff can fit in that?" He pointed to the small bag on the bed.

"Positive. I've used an undetectable extension charm."

The group crammed all the essentials in this small fragile looking bag. Y/n took a deep breath as they all stood in a circle.

"This isn't going to be easy and I can't promise it'll be a quick process. Saying that, we must act now before he gets stronger" Said Harry.

"We've got you mate" Ron replied.

"Where are we going first?" Asked y/n.

"The Burrow. We'll travel by floo powder, then figure out a plan before Bill and Fleur's wedding. Then, we'll act."

"You ready?"

"Ready" The group said in unison.

*

If Draco stared at the black wall any longer, his brain would melt.

As his body got weaker from not moving much, his brain was extremely active. His mind was constantly racing with thoughts about her. He hadn't seen her in eight months and it was driving him insane.

Is she still alive? Does she even remember me? Does she think of me like I think of her?

Draco hadn't left the manor in those eight months, it was like he was being held hostage. He couldn't leave his room, as Voldemort had been using the Malfoy Manor to hold all meetings regarding Harry.

Narcissa would bring up meals and fresh clothes for him, she still cared. However, Lucius was disgusted by Draco not attending any of the meetings, so he never spoke to him.

He'd completely lost track of what day it was. He assumed by the weather change it was around the beginning of September, meaning he would of been starting school soon.

The only thing that would keep him occupied is reading. He'd read books on all sorts of topics. But soon enough the words would turn to mush in his head from staring at them too long.

Life was difficult.

He contemplated suicide. I mean, who would fight for him to stay? Who would stop him from leaving? It's not like anybody cared anymore. What was stopping him from hanging from this god awful ceiling? Or taking his Mother's medication and swallowing 20 dry?

He soon ruled out that idea deciding it was too much effort.

Instead, he'd stare at the wall and think. To be left with his thoughts all day was unbelievably toxic, but what else was there to do?

*

"Heavens you all arrived here safe" Molly gushed as the four of them arrived at The Burrow. Of course Mrs Weasley was trying to keep spirits high and keep people positive, but even her eyes were dull.

"The weddings tomorrow, will you all be attending?" A tall man asked from the kitchen. Ron ran over and gave him a brotherly hug, whilst Harry replied to his question. Molly urged them all to sit at the table.

"And who's this?" Y/n whispered to Hermione, but before she could answer, he came over.

"I don't think we've met yet, Bill Weasley." Bill offered out his hand for a handshake which she accepted. He scanned his finger over Hermione and Y/n.

"Dating? Friends?" He asked, causing Hermione to blush hard.

"Just friends. I'm y/n, Harry's half-sister" She smiled.

"Nice to meet you love" He replied.

He's not bad looking for a Weasley.

*

After awhile of polite conversation and dinner with the Weasley household, y/n and Hermione went upstairs and got set up in the spare room.

"We need plenty of sleep tonight for tomorrow. Don't try gossip with me after I say goodnight, make sure you're belongings are all in my bag, if you need the lavatory please go now and-

"Yes Miss Granger" Y/n teased, and got into bed.

"Goodnight, Y/n" Hermione switched off the small blue lamp and turned the opposite side.

Y/n smiled to herself before turning the other way and resting her eyes.

Him. Him him him him him him him.

Draco. Draco Malfoy. Draco gorgeous bloody Malfoy. Y/n Malfoy. Oh that does sound good.

Y/n Malfoy with her beautiful husband Draco.

He used to smell so good. And that hair! Gosh I miss him. I love him, in fact. I can still taste his lips. When we used to fuck and I could feel him on every inch of my skin. I miss that. He made me feel so good, especially when he-

"Stop!" Y/n accidentally blurted out. Quickly she smacked her hand over her mouth, but the sound of Hermione sighing said it all.

"What did I say?" Hermione scalded, turning on the light and sitting up.

"It's only nine Granger, everybody's downstairs. Can't we join them?"

"No. You need your sleep. I told you not to pester me after I wished you goodnight! Go to sleep y/n, we can worry about Draco when You Know Who is dead" Hermione said coldly. She turned the lamp off and went back to sleep, leaving y/n alone with her thoughts.

An hour had passed and she still hadn't moved. She peeked over too Hermione, to see her fast asleep with her lips slightly parted. She crept up from the bed and went over to the window and sat beside it.

She could see the orange lights from the kitchen glowing through the windows. Y/n could see Ginny and George dancing on the kitchen table as Molly swatted them to come down from the table. Over by the sink was Harry laughing with Fred and George. Seeing Harry smile made y/n feel at ease.

They were very close in age as y/n was born exactly nine ten months before Harry, Lily wanted a child that was made out of love for a family, not for Voldemort.

Y/n wished everything was back to normal. That this was all a dream, and she'd wake up in the common room surrounded by her friends. She'd be sat on Draco's knee, letting him absentmindedly rub circles on her thigh. Dumbledore would still be alive and all would be as it was.

As much as she loved her brother, she desperately wishes she had her life back. The life she had before she found out.

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