You stepped inside the library to spot Pansy Parkinson sitting alone by the long table. She sighed heavily as she tapped her newly manicured nails on the wooden table. You approached her and sat on the other side of the table.

Pansy's eyes landed on you. "Um, excuse me?" She asked. "Did I allow you to sit there?"

"I don't need your permission, Parkinson." You replied as your eyes glued to the book about Potions. "If you're ready to start learning about potions, make sure to tell me."

Pansy scoffed as she leaned back in amusement. When she saw how serious you were, her smirk faded instantly. "Are you mental? You're my tutor?"

"What? Rather have Daphne as your tutor instead of me?" You asked.

"This is utterly ridiculous." Pansy stood up. "I shouldn't have listened to Greengrass."

You sighed. "She wanted to help you, Parkinson." Your words seemed to stop Pansy from taking another step. "Daphne told me I should help you."

Pansy huffed before sitting back in her seat and glaring at you. "I don't need your help, nor do I want your help. I can handle potions just fine."

You glanced at her before closing the book and leaned towards her. "Fine. What are the known ingredients of Herbicide Potion?"

Pansy blinked in surprise. "Isn't that for Herbology?"

"If you listened back in the first year while Professor Snape was discussing it, you might remember it." You smiled. "Now, tell me what the known ingredients are."

"Horklump juice, Flobberworm Mucus, Standard Ingredient, and..." Pansy struggled to know what wad the last known ingredient was. She shook her head and crossed her arms. "I don't need to answer you. You're--"

"Lionfish spines." You replied as you opened your book. "And how long does a Polyjuice Potion need for stewing before usage?"

Pansy's mouth hung open. "Seriously? We're still continuing." You cocked an eyebrow at her causing her to groan. "Fine. Two months?"

"No. A month." You looked at her as she rolled her eyes. "Look, Pansy, we may have started off as enemies or rivals or whatever, but I genuinely want to help you."

"Even after everything... I did to you?" Pansy asked.

You shrugged. "What's past is in the past, Parkinson. We could move on from the past, focus on the present, and dream about the future."

Even though Pansy was hesitant after the small tutor session, you thought of it as a success. All you have to do is to endure Pansy's whinings and complaints about as long as she can.

Hours have passed, after attending the Slug Club meeting, you finally got to rest and sleep. Before falling asleep, you wondered who you were going to take on a date. 'Perhaps Malfoy?' You shook your head. 'Why do I always think about him?'

You decided to sleep and wrapped your arms on your extra pillow. You snuggled closer to your extra pillow as you softly hummed while sleeping. Slowly, your eyebrows furrowed, and you began whimpering. "Stop..." You whispered, your voice slightly shaking.

"Get out of the way."

"Do not do this. Please."

"You know I have to."

"Then you leave me with no choice."

Your fists clenched tighter as tears started streaming down your face.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"No! Dad? Dad!"

You jolted up, covered in sweat and tears as you panted heavily. Your heart pounded as you tried to catch your breath. Looking at the bright moon, you closed your eyes as you clutched your hand to your chest. You had another nightmare. Although it was the same dream you had before, your dreams these past few weeks were a bit different.

The dream was still about your father. But this time, Lucius Malfoy's face was clear and vivid. Ever since he confessed that he killed Edward, you couldn't sleep well. You've tried to hide that you were fine, but on most nights, you cry.

You touched your cheeks and noticed you were crying. You were crying in your sleep again. You sighed heavily before getting off your bed and getting out of your dorm. 'Some fresh air would be nice.'

You've borrowed Harry's Invisibility Cloak and snuck your way to the Astronomy Tower. You needed fresh air. You wrapped the cloak around you as the cold air hits your skin. You didn't mind. You just wanted to feel air for now.

"You shouldn't be here."

You gasped loudly as you turned around to see Draco Malfoy with a light on the tip of his wand. "Nox." The light faded, and Draco stuffed his wand back into his pocket. "You know, I can deduct some points from your house because of you."

Draco noticed your weak smile and your inability to reply back. Draco sighed and stood beside you. "Bad dream?" He asked.

"You know that I always have bad dreams."

Draco frowned. "You never get good dreams?"

You shook your head as you looked down from the sky. "It's either no dream or bad dreams." You replied with a slight chuckle. "I think my good dream was..." You remembered your dream in your fifth year when you dreamt about Draco being your husband. "...nothing."

Draco nodded as he looked away. 'If only I could give you a good dream.' He thought to himself. You looked at him. "How about you, ferret? Why are you still up so late, hm?"

Draco gave you a sharp glare before shaking his head. "I had to do something earlier, so I was a bit late for my Prefect duties."

"Only you?"

"There are some Prefects around, but I don't want to patrol around the castle with them." He cleared his throat as he adjusted his robes. "I best be going. You can enjoy your time here, Stark."

Your eyes widened, and the first thing that came to your mind was to grab his wrist. Draco stopped in his tracks and looked at you. You looked down at your hand that was holding his left wrist. You could feel a circular metallic band. You realized it was the exact bracelet you gave him when you two were younger. He was still wearing the bracelet.

You grew a smile. "You never took it off."

Draco's eyes landed on your necklace and bracelet he gave you before. "Neither did you."

You smiled in response before holding his wrist tighter. "Stay. Please?"

Draco stared at you for a moment before nodding and standing next to you to watch the moon and the stars.

"What are you doing here?" You asked.

Draco shrugged. "Needed some fresh air. Didn't expect to have a company."

You chuckled. "Did you expect that you were the only person that can come up here for fresh air? You don't own this tower, Malfoy."

"Perhaps I could buy the school."

"You wouldn't. I thought you hate Hogwarts."

"Ah, yes. That's true."

You stared at him as he continued to stare at the night sky peacefully. He looked tired and restless. Even paler than before. His hair was slightly being pushed back by the wind while his eyes had closed as he felt the cold air hit his skin. You smiled. "Slughorn's hosting a party."

Draco opened his eyes and looked at you. "Yeah? Were you invited to his little club?"

"Mhm." You nodded. "Felt bad for Ron, though. He wasn't invited."

"Do you have a date?"

You pushed your lower lip out, thinking. "I..." You glanced at him. "Well, you can be my date."

Draco's cheeks turned pink as he looked away. "Oh." He said. "Do you think Slughorn would mind that I'm there?"

"Why?"

"I'm the son of a Death Eater, after all." He replied as he inhaled sharply. "Slughorn never liked Death Eaters, so he was disappointed when he knew that my father was one of u--" He abruptly cut himself and softly gulped. "...them."

You frowned. "I'm sorry about... well, your father."

Draco was surprised that you didn't notice but shook his head. "You don't have to apologize. It's alright..."

You played with your fingers as you looked away from him. "Did he... say anything at the court? A-Any confessions?"

Draco glanced at you in confusion. 'Confess? What else is there to confess?' He shook his head once again. "Only that he's a Death Eater. Why?"

You froze as your eyes widened. You shakily exhaled as tears welled up in your eyes, unable to face nor speak to Draco. Draco noticed you were frozen, so he grabbed your shoulder and lightly shook you. "(Y/n)? Are you well?"

"I'm sorry about your daddy, by the way, (Y/n). He truly was a great man."

You looked at him. "You don't know..."

"He told me to stop."

"Know what?"

"He pleaded."

Your eyes widened in realization.

"But he knows I have to."

"(Y/n)?"

"I have to kill him."

You stepped back as you hugged yourself, feeling the wind getting stronger and colder. "I-I have to go. Thanks for the company, Malfoy."

"(Y/n)--"

Draco tried to stop you, but you left in a hurry. You clutched your hands on your arms tighter. "He doesn't know. Oh, Merlin, Lucius didn't confess."

°•○●○•°

"Did you sleep at all, (Y/n)?"

You flinched when you heard Hermione's question. You turned to her and realized you had been spacing out the entire time. "You look like you haven't slept well at all," Hermione stated worriedly.

"Oh, I-I'm alright, Hermione." You smiled warmly. "Thank you for the concern."

Ron sat down beside you and looked down at his food, feeling nervous. You looked at him worriedly as you placed a hand on his shoulder. "So, how was it, then?" He asked.

"How was what?" You asked back.

"Your dinner party?"

"Pretty boring, actually," Hermione answered, looking up from the newspaper.

"Though I think Harry enjoyed dessert." You added, with a glance at the Chosen One, who almost choked on his water. He sent a glare at you while Ginny, who was beside Harry, glanced at you.

"Slughorn's having a Christmas do, you know?" Hermione asked. "And we're meant to bring someone."

Ron frowned, looking away from Hermione. "I expect you'll be bringing McLaggen. He's in the Slug Club, isn't he?"

You looked at Hermione, who glanced at you. Hermione stared at Ron as she blushed a bit. "Actually, I was going to ask you."

Ron's face lit up, shock at Hermione's answer. "Really?" He looked at you and cleared his throat. "How about you, (Y/n)?"

You looked at your friends before shaking your head. "I haven't asked anyone yet. I prefer not to come, but it's an opportunity to miss."

"What about Malfoy?" Ginny, who butted in into the conversation, asked. "You didn't ask him?"

You pressed your lips together to form a thin line. 'Oh, yeah. I almost forgot about last night.'

"You can ask him out today or later after the game," Hermione suggested. "He's the Slytherin Seeker, after all."

You faced Hermione in confusion. "I heard from Ginny that Draco won't be able to play this year. Even the Slytherin's Chaser Vaisey."

Ron gasped. "Is that true?"

Ginny nodded while Hermione shook her head. "Oh, shush, Ronald." Hermione scolded. "We're talking about (Y/n)'s date for the Slug Club Christmas party."

"She can have Harry as a date," Ron suggested.

Harry shook his head. "I'd love to, but I think Malfoy should be (Y/n)'s date."

You shot a look of suspicion towards Harry. "Really? Why? Because you can stalk him closer if I bring him to the party?"

Harry shrugged. "I didn't even think of that. Thanks for the idea, Althea."

You frowned. "Piss off, James. Why don't you ask him out yourself why you're at it?"

On the corner of your eye, you noticed Lavender Brown approaching Ron. She tapped Ron's shoulder, causing him to look at her. "Good luck today, Ron." She leaned a bit closer to him. "I know you'll be brilliant."

After she left, your eyebrows raised in surprise as you took a small amount of cake and ate it, licking your spoon in delight. A pair of eyes from the Slytherin table has noticed you as you unknowingly slid your tongue across your spoon. The blonde boy softly grunted and cleared his throat before looking away.

You glanced at Draco, who was sitting alone, distancing himself from his own posse. You bit your inner cheek before looking away.

"Oh, you know what? I'm resigning." Ron sighed. "After today's match, McLaggen can have my spot."

"Are you alright?" You asked.

"Have it your way." Harry placed down a cup with juice in front of Ron. "Juice?"

Ron nodded. "Sure."

Luna, who was wearing a lion costume, approached the Gryffindor table and sat just beside you. You smiled at her and found it adorable that she shows her support for Gryffindor despite her being a Ravenclaw.

"Hello, everyone." Luna greeted. She looked at Ron. "You look dreadful, Ron."

Ron smiled a bit as he took his cup. "Is that why you put something in his cup?" Luna asked Harry.

Ron froze while you, Hermione, and Ginny looked at Luna confusingly. "Is it a tonic?" Luna asked.

Harry placed the small vial of Liquid Luck back in his pockets. "Liquid Luck." Hermione deduced. Hermione looked at Ron sternly. "Don't drink it, Ron."

Ron hesitated to follow Hermione's warning but immediately drank his juice on his cup. He looked at you, grinning ear-to-ear while Harry smiled, and Hermione scoffed.

"You could be expelled for that." Hermione sternly said at Harry.

Harry raised his eyebrows in confusion. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Ron stood up from his chair and grabbed Harry's hand confidently. "Come on, Harry, we've got a game to win."

Megan was heading out of the Great Hall but had spotted Draco leaving. She clenched her fists and stormed out to follow the Slytherin student. She looked around and found Draco walking alone on the empty corridor.

She caught up to him and dragged his wrist towards her. Draco yelped and turned around to see the younger Stark. "Megan? It's been a while."

"Yeah, because I've been ignoring you since the end of my fourth year," Megan replied. "Now, I couldn't take it anymore."

Draco furrowed his eyebrows. "Couldn't take what?"

"It pains me that you walk in this school knowing your father had murdered Edward Stark. It's like nothing happe--"

"Wait, what?" Draco grabbed her arm, stopping Megan from talking. "What are you talking about?"

Megan's blood boiled. "You know damn well that--" She stopped her sentence when she realized. "Oh, my God. He didn't say anything during his trial?"

Draco stared at Megan with wide eyes. "Y-You mean to say that..."

"Did he... say anything at the court? A-Any confessions?"

"Only that he's a Death Eater. Why?"

Megan stepped back. "Now you know." She stated before walking away, leaving the confused and surprised Draco all alone.