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Night everyone, Sorry about the length on this one. Keep yearning. The cold was immediate. “Potter!” was all he heard before something struck him from behind. Harry barely had time to turn before the creature swept between the trees, its skeletal hand reaching toward him. He tried to draw his wand but stumbled forward as another hard hit came from the side, causing it to fly from his fingers and disappear into the dead leaves. Before he could recover, another Dementor descended from above, its ragged cloak spreading like enormous black wings. Harry fell to one knee. Then a flash of green swept across his vision. “GET AWAY FROM HIM!” Draconia screamed stepping between Harry and the approaching creatures, her platinum-blonde braid whipping across her shoulder as she raised her wand. “Expecto Patronum!” A thin stream of silver light burst from its tip, and For a moment, the Dementors recoiled. Then the light flickered and died. “Damn it!” Draconia hissed as she tried again. “EXPECTO PATRONUM!” another burst of silver that quickly fizzled out. The creatures continued their approach. Behind her, Harry struggled to push himself upright. “Malfoy—” he winced, red starting to drip down his right arm. “Shut up, Potter! I'm concentrating!” “You need a happy memory!” “I KNOW HOW THE BLOODY SPELL WORKS!” “Then think of something happy!” Happy, she thought as she gritted her teeth. What a ridiculous thing to ask of her now. The forest was freezing, dementors surrounded them, Harry was bleeding, his wand was missing, and she was the only thing standing between him and something worse than death. If they had just decided to stay near the castle or even the lake they certainly wouldn't have found themselves here, and she certainly wouldn't have been risking her life for Harry Potter. At least, that was what she kept telling herself. “Expecto Patronum!” she yelled again, only for the silvery mist to dissolve again from the end of her wand. Draconia took an involuntary step backward as the dementors drew closer. “Malfoy.” Harry's voice seemed weaker now. “Don't think about them.” “That’s simple enough, Potter. I'll just pretend the soul-sucking monsters aren't here.” She glanced over her shoulder and stared at him. He was looking up at her, his green eyes struggling to remain focused. “No,” he managed, with the faintest hint of a smile. “Think about something you'd rather be doing. Something that makes you happy,” he whispered. “Something you wish you could go back to.” Despite everything, a memory surfaced. The lake. It had been late autumn, and they had sneaked out long after everyone else had gone to bed. Harry had insisted the view was worth the risk. Draconia had informed him that if they were caught, she would personally tell McGonagall the entire thing had been his idea. Yet she had gone anyway. They'd sat together beneath an old tree, watching the moonlight ripple across the water. She remembered being tired and telling herself she would only close her eyes for a moment. She had awoken sometime later with her head resting on Harry's shoulder, his arm had been wrapped around her to keep her warm. The Dementors hesitated as a faint silver glow appeared at the tip of Draconia's wand. Harry noticed. “That's it,” he whispered. Draconia was no longer listening to him. She remembered another evening beside the lake. This time, Harry had been the one to fall asleep. His head rested in her lap, his glasses slightly crooked, his perpetually messy black hair spilling across her skirt. She was running her fingers through hair as he slept. She remembered thinking how peaceful he looked, and how different he was when he wasn't carrying the weight of the entire world. She had let him sleep until the moon was high above the water, wishing they could stay that way a little longer. Draconia tightened her grip as the silver light grew brighter, causing the dementors to recoil back, freezing in place for a moment Another memory of the astronomy tower. They had flown there together on a cloudless night, racing their brooms across the castle grounds before landing at the very top. Harry had nearly slipped getting off his broom causing her to laugh so hard she nearly fell herself. They'd sat side by side, their legs dangling over the edge, watching the enormous moon reflected in the black lake far below. For once, neither had felt the need to speak. There had been no Gryffindor, no Slytherin, No famous Harry Potter, no Malfoy family expectations. Just Harry and Draconia. “Expecto Patronum,” she whispered. A brighter stream of silver erupted from her wand, swirling around them, but still, no shape emerged. The Dementors pushed forward again. “Malfoy...” Harry struggled to said as the dementors drew closer. She could hear the pain in his voice, feel the cold creeping through her gloves. She needed something stronger, something that had changed everything. The remembered the Quidditch pitch. Their first date. Not that she would ever have called it that. She had taken Harry's confiscated broom from Umbridge’s office, under the ruse of needing someone as good as her to practice with. Harry had been sneaking out at night, with that, infuriating, invisibility cloak. He would go down to the pitch and just lay there under the stars, staring into the sky. She had thrown the broom onto his stomach, causing him to cough out loud. “Malfoy” He had said, looking at her like she had grown a third arm. “Get up Potter, I have a game coming up and neither Cho or Summerby are as good as you.” "Ready?" she said releasing the looking at Harry then shot off on her Nimbus 2001. It hadn’t taken long to catch up to her on his Firebolt. They tore down the length of the pitch, close enough to the grass that his boots brushed the tips. The Snitch flashed ahead, swerved towards the stands, and vanished between two towers. They chased gold through the shadows of the towers, around the hoops, high above the empty seats. Every turn was a challenge. Every inch surrendered had to be won back. It became more like a dance. The silver light suddenly flared. Several Dementors retreated. There was one more memory, one she had tried desperately to convince herself meant nothing. The Yule Ball. The sheer absurdity of it, her initial determination to make the entire evening miserable for him. Then...The music, his hand resting gently against her waist, her fingers curled around his and the realization that, somewhere between their first awkward steps and the final song, she'd stopped thinking about everyone watching. She remembered laughing, actually laughing with Harry Potter. She remembered how he'd looked at her; not like a Malfoy, not like a Slytherin, not like an enemy… just a girl. A girl he was happy to be dancing with. At the end of the night, she'd kissed his cheek. A small, impulsive gesture that she'd spent weeks pretending to regret. She could still remember the look on his face, and she remembered thinking— “I wish this night didn't have to end.” She opened her eyes The Dementors were almost upon them, Harry was barely conscious behind her. Her wand hand trembled, but this time, it wasn't from fear. She thought of the lake, the tower, of the Quidditch pitch, dancing beneath a thousand floating candles and every stolen moment she'd shared with the one boy she was supposed to despise. She suddenly, she understood, that somewhere along the way, against every expectation she'd ever held, that he had become her happiest thought. Draconia planted her feet as she raised her wand. “EXPECTO PATRONUM!” she shouted with everything she had. Silver light exploded from her wand. A brilliant, blinding torrent of magic that illuminated the entire forest. From the light emerged a magnificent silver peacock. Its long, shimmering tail unfolded into an enormous fan of radiant feathers, each one sparkling like moonlight scattered across water. The Dementors shrieked and recoiled as the magnificent bird threw back its elegant head and swept forward. One by one, the dark figures vanished between the trees, driven back by the dazzling silver bird. Draconia stood motionless, staring at it. “Of course it’s a peacock” she whispered to herself. Even her bloody Patronus had to be aristocratic. Behind her came a faint, breathless laugh. “Show-off.” She turned top look at Harry. He was looking up at her from the ground, a weak smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. She hurried to his side, dropping to her knees. “Potter, if you ever get use into a situation like this again, I swear I'll—” “Thank you.” He cut her off, his eyes meeting hers. For a moment, neither spoke. Then Harry glanced toward the silver peacock, which had settled on a nearby branch, its magnificent tail glowing softly in the darkness. “What did you think about?”, he asked “What?” she froze. “To cast it,” Harry said quietly. “What was your happy memory?” Her cheeks warmed. “None of your business.” He smiled. “Must've been a good one.” “Several, actually.” She said looking away. “Several?” Harry raised an eyebrow as he began to stand. “Don't push your luck, Potter.” He laughed softly, then winced at the pain in his arm. Draconia immediately reached forward, carefully supporting him, helping him the rest of the way to his feet. “Idiot,” she muttered. Harry looked down at their joined hands, then back at her. “Malfoy?” “What?” She swallowed. “Im glad you were here with me.” Above them, the silver peacock spread its tail once more, bathing the clearing in gentle moonlight. Draconia looked at the boy beside her, the boy who'd danced with her, the boy who had somehow become the one person she could never quite bring herself to hate and for once, she didn't have an insult ready. “Me too, Harry.” she squeezed his hand. Neither of them noticed that, for the first time, she hadn't called him Potter. #Malfoid #Malfoy #HarryPotter #Yearning #Patronus

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