A few days had passed since then. Days which I spent mostly in my bed, or in the library reading about unbreakable vows. There must've been something out there that could give me clues as to what was going on.

And if Draco wasn't going to tell me, I had to do it myself.

"The person who breaks the oath will die," it read in one of the books.

What in the world was Snape willing to die for? Or better, why would he be willing to die for Draco?

Sure, he always took a particular liking in the boy, favouring him in class or letting him get away with things others wouldn't-I didn't think the courtesy would reach a point as extreme as this, though.

And I'm sure there was something I missed, entirely.

It was Christmas day, and even then I couldn't get my mind off of it all. A time that was supposed to feel serene, calming; make you appreciate the people around you. And here I was, worrying about Unbreakable vows and Voldemort.

The Great Hall looked beautiful; even more magical than it usually did. And I hoped at least for a few hours I could distract myself from the topic.

The large Christmas trees had been decorating the Great Hall ever since the holidays started; so were the mistletoes, hollies and all the other decorations.

Though, today, on Christmas Day, there was snow falling from the ceiling of the Great Hall. It was dry and warm, simply evaporating once it fell on me. It made me feel cosy; almost like I was wrapped in a thick blanket after a few minutes.

Seeing how little students were staying over Christmas, we all sat at one table; the professors with us instead of their usual table at the head of the hall. I didn't expect to see Draco here, so it didn't surprise me when he wasn't with us.

People were laughing, talking; and it almost didn't feel like I was at school. It felt like home, even if I was surrounded by people I had never talked to before; they felt like home. Like peace.

We were drinking, the professors wine, the students pumpkin- or cranberry juice, eating, and chatting. Though, I was focused mostly on the food.

The feast, and it deserved that name, by all means, was the greatest and grandest feast I had ever laid my eyes on.

Roast turkey, roast potatoes, chipolatas, peas, gravy, cranberry sauce, Yorkshire puddings. And I had it all. I don't think I felt as content with anything for a very long time. Though, the flaming Christmas pudding just didn't seem to fit anymore; which upset me a little bit.

I sighed in contentment after I cleared my plate, my eyes flickering across the table, scanning the faces of the people around me; all looking as jolly as ever.

I could swear Professor McGonagall was acting a little too jolly; almost like she had one glass of wine too many. She seemed to really be enjoying herself.

I raised my eyebrows when I caught Snape's eyes with mine. He seemed to be thinking about something rather intensely; making me feel like he was looking through me, entirely.

His eyes narrowed, brows furrowed, and his mouth forming a straight line like it always did.

I diverted my gaze off of him, growing uncomfortable with the accidental eye contact quickly. It made me remember that conversation again; had me grow restless as I shifted back and forth in my seat.

I resisted the urge to get up right then and there for another few minutes, exchanged a few words with the students closest to me, and then got up with a polite nod.

All of a sudden, there was this urge within me to figure it all out again. The one that had been plaguing me for days now, the one that made my nights restless and my head hurt.

What were they talking about that night of Slughorn's Christmas party? And what the fuck was my possible involvement in it?

I mumbled the password to the common room, the nosy wall opening up in front of me so that I could slip through the opening as soon as it was wide enough.

I was about to rush to my dorm, using the time I was there by myself as best as I could to try and piece the pieces together. I still had another week, and the time would probably fly by way too quickly, anyway.

Though, I stopped in my tracks when I noticed a certain blonde pacing around the common room, mumbling words to himself I couldn't understand. He was angry and visibly irritated.

I furrowed my brows at the sight, confused he didn't even notice me yet. He was usually quite aware of his surroundings, but this time he seemed too lost in his thoughts.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, his head snapped in my direction.

He watched me closely for a moment, probably wondering whether I heard any of the things he was saying to himself. Unfortunately, I didn't.

"Why aren't you at dinner?" He asked, not trying to hide his attitude by any means. His voice was a low growl as he said: "You shouldn't be here right now."

"I was done early," I explained shortly, trying my best to stay unbothered by his words.

He was breathing heavily, seeming absolutely furious about whatever it was. His hair was a mess, the jacket of his suit sprawled across the floor, one sleeve of his shirt rolled up messily.

He was glaring at me from across the room, something in his eyes I couldn't quite place. His gaze dragged up and down my body slowly, taking his sweet time while doing so.

He huffed amused, his eyelids batting open as he looked back up, my eyes meeting his in an instant. His gaze was sharp and intense; kind of making me wish he looked away for just a moment.

"Do I have to remind you what happened the last time you weren't wearing that?" He asked, his head tilted as he tapped on the space in between his collarbones.

I knew he was talking about the necklace; I just didn't understand why he was. Why he cared so much about it.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms in front of my chest with a snicker. "Last time you just thought I wasn't wearing it," I corrected, a devious smile playing on my lips as the words left my mouth.

He chuckled lowly, shaking his head in disbelieve before suddenly overcoming the distance still between us, my back hitting the nearest wall forcefully as he pushed me against it.

My breath hitched at the sudden movement, my eyes widened and locked with his own. I didn't dare move; not that I really wanted to.

"My point still stands, Potter," He said, his voice rough as he spoke. It didn't seem like his anger had subsided, he still seemed just as irritated as before; maybe even more. "If that's how it was last time, what do you think will happen now that you're actually not?"

"Aw, what are you gonna do? Choke me agai-"

I inhaled sharply when his hand suddenly cupped my cheeks, squeezing them forcefully. He was making me look straight at him, his head inches from mine.

I tried to ignore the way my pulse picked up at the way he grabbed me; My heart feeling like it was about to jump out of my chest, and my stomach turning.

"Shut up," He seethed through gritted teeth, breathing just as heavy as I was as he tightened his grip on my cheeks.

"Make me."

It's like those were the words he was waiting for. His eyes darkening, a smirk forming on his lips before I could feel them on mine. Our tongues hungrily moved against each other, his hand letting go of my cheek and instead finding its place around my neck.

I locked my arms behind his neck, pulling him closer until I could feel his body against my own-registering his heavy breathing, and the way he stifled a groan when I bit his lip. The sound against my lips almost making my legs give in underneath me.

"Jump," He mumbled against my skin, and I did without questioning it; My legs wrapping around his waist, and his hands immediately moving to cup my ass.

A soft moan escaped my lips when he squeezed it, his lips moving to my neck and sucking on my skin harshly, probably leaving a trail of dark bruises all over the place. It's nothing I was worried about right now.

I felt myself blush slightly as he pulled back, his blond hair falling over his forehead while he looked at me; His eyes dark and devious.

"We should-" He began, his gaze flickering to the entrance first and then the doors leading to the dorms. I followed his eyes, nodding in agreement before pressing my lips against his again.

"We should," I mumbled against them, nodding, and the wall previously behind me disappeared as I felt him beginning to move towards the doors.

I squealed loudly when he almost lost balance half-way through the room, jumping out of his arms for my own safety with a laugh.

"Not a word about that," He grumbled before I could say anything, though a sly smirk played on his lips as he hushed me towards his dorm.

I rolled my eyes, another laugh escaping my mouth as I grabbed his hand to drag him after me; His pace finally picking up.

"Someone's eager," He joked, ruffling through his own hair with his other hand.

"Shut up." The corners of my mouth curled further up into a smile as the words left my mouth, and he laughed lowly.

"I think we've been there."

A/N: I think. you know. where this about to go.

Probably the moment yall were waiting for lowkey (or highkey.)

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