Chapter Seven

—You... you promise me, Dray?

—I promise you, princess —he entwines his hands with yours and drops a tender kiss on your lips.

Just with that kiss, he convinces you. He helps you ride the broomstick and you wrap your arms around his waist.

—This broomstick is very fast, but I won't speed up unless you want me to, ok?

—Ok. Oh! —You feel your feet floating when the broomstick starts flying—. Oh my God! We're flying! —You exclaim as you squeeze Draco's waist. He smiles.

—Hold on tight, (Y/N/N).

—I will, Dray —you close your eyes with all your strengths.

—Are you closing your eyes?

—How do you know?

—Because you're scared. You're gonna kill me if you keep squeezing me like this. Open your eyes, gorgeous. You're missing the view.

You open your eyes and let out a high pitched scream when you notice that Draco and you are flying over Wizarding London. People looks so tiny from the heights. Your heart starts beating so fast, but you can't deny that the view is wonderful.

You feel that your fear, little by little, starts turning into something else. Adrenalin starts flooding your system as your heart rate goes up.

—This is wonderful, Dray!

—I knew you would like it, (Y/N/N).

—Speed up.

—Are you sure?

—Completely sure. Faster, Dray! Faster! —You exclaim excited.

—Ok. Let's check how fast this baby can fly —he starts to speed up.

—Woohoo!

—Woohoo!

Draco makes sure to take you through beautiful landscapes that include huge flower fields. You love the way the wind caresses his luscious platinum blond locks. He heads to a beautiful crystal clear lake and a flock of giant winged beasts joins your journey. They seem to be a hybrid of an eagle and a horse.

—What are these creatures, Dray?

—Wild hippogriffs.

—Wow! —You say amazed.

—I had trouble with them at school when I was younger, at Care of Magical Creatures class —he giggles.

—What do you mean?

—Well, when you're told to never insult a hippogriff, don't do it if you don't wanna end up in the hospital wing. The hippogriff attacked me.

—Oh my God! That sounds frightening!

—Don't worry, princess. I survived —he giggles.

—Why do I have the feeling that you enjoyed being a troublemaker? You were a rebel boy, huh?

—I think I still am.

Draco and you giggle and you kiss his back. You're enjoying this broomstick ride so much. Draco takes you to a picturesque little village of cottages and shops.

—Welcome to Hogsmeade. Our next stop is located here —he lands and helps you get off the broomstick.

—Again! Again! —You say excited with a big smile on your face.

—I see you liked our ride —he snakes his arms around your waist and you wrap your hands around his neck.

—So much. —He smiles.

—We're gonna fly back home later —he leans in and drops a delicious juicy kiss on your lips.

Draco entwines his hand with yours and leads you to The Three Broomsticks, a popular inn and pub. The place is warm, crowded and a bit smoky, but clean and welcoming. You both sit at a table and he orders two mugs of butterbeer. The table is on a corner and it's the perfect spot to caress each other without being disturbed.

—Hmm... This is delicious! —You say after drinking your first sip of butterbeer. Draco smiles—. What did you say its name is?

—Butterbeer —he leans in and plants a peck on your lips. You smile—. There is so much I wanna tell you but —he sighs—, I don't know where to start.

—Maybe a kiss would help you start from the beginning —you grab his tie and gently pull until his lips and yours melt in a delicious french kiss.

—Thank you, lovely. It helped a lot —he caresses your face tenderly and you melt into his touch. He drinks a big sip of butterbeer and takes a deep breath—. There is a wizard who everybody in the Wizarding World fears. He is considered to have been the most powerful and dangerous dark wizard of all time —he lows his voice tone—: Lord Voldemort.

—Lord Voldemort?

—Shh... Don't say his name.

—I'm sorry —you whisper.

—The Dark Lord has many followers: the Death Eaters. All of them have a mark —he sighs—, like this one —he rolls up his left sleeve and shows you his dark mark. You gasp and cover your mouth with your hands.

—But... but you're a sweet and tender boy. How can you be one of them?

—This is not what it seems —he sighs—. I'm a son of Death Eaters... My father is in Azkaban. Azkaban is a fortress that serves the magical community of Great Britain as a prison for convicted criminals. —Tears start filling your eyes—. Last year, the Dark Lord assigned him a mission: to retrieve a prophecy from the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic. My father failed. The prophecy was accidentally destroyed and he was sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban for being allied with Death Eaters.

—Oh my God! —You whisper holding back your tears.

—But there's more. The Dark Lord requires a spy within Hogwarts... That's why he inducted me as a Death Eater —silent tears start rolling down his cheeks and also yours—. He assigned me a horrible mission... There is a vanishing cabinet in Borgin and Burkes which has a twin hidden somewhere in Hogwarts, but this last one is terribly damaged. He wants me to find it and repair it, so the cabinets will act as a passage to allow a group of Death Eaters to enter Hogwarts to help me accomplish my task —he sighs—: the assassination of Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster.

—That's horrible! —You say sobbing.

—I know, princess. And I'm sure he assigned me this mission because he wants to punish my father for his failings —he sighs—. But I have no choice... He will kill me if I don't do it.

—No! —You whisper—. You're just a boy. It's too much weight for you to carry by yourself.

Draco and you hug each other with all your strengths and break down into tears, but wipe away each other's tears by kissing them.

—I'm gonna help you, Dray. I don't know how yet, but I'm gonna find out. I promise. —He cups your face gently with his hands and presses his lips against yours, giving you a loud smooch.

—I adore you, babygirl.

—I adore you too —you caress his beautiful face and he melts into your touch—, my love.

Author's Notes

(Y/N/N) = Your Nickname

So, (Y/N) just said the "L" word 😱

What do you think Draco's reaction is gonna be?

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