Draco Malfoy

The rain pounded against the broken windows of Hogwarts as if it wanted to get in.

The castle had been empty for weeks. Or almost empty. The torches died one by one from lack of stable magic, and the air smelled of dampness, dust, and old blood.

You had learned to walk without making a sound.

A hand always close to your wand. The other one holding a small silver knife stolen from the kitchens. The stairs stopped moving days ago. As if even Hogwarts were dying. That night you went down to the dungeons looking for supplies. Bad idea. You heard the growl before you saw it; an infected student appeared from the darkness dragging a twisted leg, his Ravenclaw robes covered in black blood.

You stepped back, raising your wand

—Lumos—

The light illuminated the hallway and then you heard more

Too many, your breath stopped, you ran Footsteps behind you. Groans. Thuds against wet stone. You turned down a narrow corridor and bumped into someone so hard you almost fell to the ground. A hand grabbed your arm roughly.

"Are you an idiot, Athena Grindelwald?" Draco Malfoy said in a cold, familiar gray voice .

Draco Malfoy. Thinner. Paler. With a cut across his eyebrow and an exhausted expression you'd never seen before, he dragged you into an abandoned classroom and closed the door just as something banged on the other side. (Silence.) Your breathing became labored, and then he suddenly let go of you as if touching you bothered him.

"I had to hear you from the other hallway," she said quietly . "Do you always survive by doing everything wrong?"

His eyes scanned your torn clothes and the blood on your sleeve Immediate distrust Because they had never gotten along in Slytherin. Too much pride Too many cruel words before the end of the world, and now they were trapped together.

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