You and Draco have been close since sixth year, you were there for him in a time he needed someone the most, despite the ancient rivalry between Gryffindor between Slytherin and the generational rivalry between the Malfoy's and your friends. You were a Gryffindor, you held yourself in a way that was confident yet smart. Though, you were always protective and soft when it came to people you cared about, like him.

You were the first person to care about him, besides his mother, in his whole life. He loved that about you, both of those things. Matter of fact, he adored you. Except, he would never tell you, of course. That wasn't him. He wasn't supposed to adore anyone.

The whole of Hogwarts had heard about the rumor that Draco had become a Death Eater, but this point. In which cases, he didn't deny nor accept those allegations. Matter of fact, he said nothing at all to address those rumors. He was a Death Eater, so, the rumors weren't exactly a lie, though, nobody needed to know that, nobody needed to be in his personal business.

You went to Hogwarts for your final year of school, it didnt help that rarely anything was the same. It was all dark and strict now. Draco knew what the Dark Lord was planning, he knew about the war he was planning on starting. He didn't want you anywhere near Hogwarts when that started. The thought of you getting hurt scared him to know end.

*You went to sleep in the peaceful, quiet in your dorm, tucked above the Gryffindor common room where the other dorms were. Though, when you woke up, you weren't in your dorm. Your eyes fluttered open as you slowly sat up against the headboard. Your eyes trailing around the room. The bed was elegant, the type of bed you'd find in a castle, the bedding was Slytherin green with gold accents. The whole room seemed very high-class and expensive.

You gently stood up off the bed, going twords the window. You peered out of it to find a trail leading up to a large black gate. The gate was made out of metal and had a carved M in the middle on the top. The place was surrounded by fields. You seemed to be on the second floor based on how far the window was up.

As you we're standing by the window, looking out that's when the door opened and in he walked. Draco. He was wearing a all black suit, the type he wears regularly, his platinum hair perfect placed around his face. He was holding a tray that was filled with food.

“You're awake,” Draco said, his eyes trailed over you. “I requested a few of the house elves to make you some breakfast.” He held the tray a little bit higher, as if to show you.

Your eyes glanced over the room once more, it made sense now. This was probably Draco's. She was probably in his family's Manor.