"You could always... be nice to me you know?" Draco looked down at the floor, knowing that he was in the wrong.

"I have a reputation to uphold. If my father knew that I was dating somebody with dirty blood." You shot him a glare. "Sorry..." He said, still looking at the floor. "Old habits die hard... but you know what I mean. My father would never speak to me again, never mind the rest of the school."

"Maybe if they did... they might see you for you. Not some villain or some bully."

"I'm sorry..." Draco repeated, but now looking forward but avoiding eye contact with you "...I wish that we didn't have to keep out love private but... we have to... and you know that."

"No." You interjected with vigour. "We don't have to, you want to. You care more about your reputation than you do me." Your eyes began to well with tears, blurring your vision.

"I don't care more about my reputation." Draco placed his hands onto yours and held on tightly. "Fine, I will tell my father tonight, he wont like it but if it means not losing you, I will have to." He ran his hands through the hair on the back of his head.

"No, it's fine. We can keep it secret a bit longer if we must. But by the time we start the next year, I don't want to have to keep meeting like this, in some dingy corridor that people don't go into for good reason. I want to be able to hold hands whilst we walk through the courtyard and sit next to each other in herbology."

"I want those as well..." Draco tried to defend himself, but you interrupted.

"Well you are the only person that can make it happen." The sound of footsteps could be heard approaching the hidden, secret corridor, the approached quickly.

"Draco... are you down here?" The voice of Goyle echoed throughout the halls, the look of panic quickly spread over Draco's face, and it turned even paler than normal.

"Quick. Run. Run, and don't ever look back." He whispered into your ear.

You pulled the hood of your robe over your head.

"You are so dramatic Draco..." You kissed his forehead before turning and running down the corridor, turning the corner and bumping into Goyle.

"What are you doing down here?" He asked in his normal sluggish tone, pushing your shoulder with his meaty hands.

"AND DON'T COME BACK DOWN HERE PEASENT." Draco shouted from the other end of the corridor.

"LET HER PAST GOYLE, IVE TAUGHT THEM THEIR LESSON." He followed up.

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