Emma Potter (Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

Chapter 20

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*EMMA’S P.O.V*

The first thing that crosses my mind when his lips touch mine is how much I’ve missed him.

Then I realize Harry is somewhere behind me.

And that all of Hogwarts is watching us.

And that we are still waist deep in water.

My eyes flutter open and I pull back.

I look to my left and see Gabrielle struggling in the water I pull her to me and when she catches her breath she starts coughing.

I don’t dare look at Draco.

Even if I did look at him what would I say.

But I feel him take my hand and start pulling me through the water.

“You could get expelled for this.” I whisper.

He doesn’t turn around to comment.

I look behind me still holding Gabrielle close as the water slowly decreased to her waist and to my mid-thigh.

Harry is neck deep in the water.

Maybe he missed it. I thought. Even if he did he will soon find out.

We make it to shore and Draco is taken away and shipped off to the castle.

I’m afraid for his fate.

Gabrielle and I are given towels and she runs off to Fleur, but I sit down and soon feel the tears gushing from my eyes.

I don’t know why I’m crying.

I’m sure Draco will be fine. And it is dumb to expel him when we don’t have but a few months left of school.

Harry reached the shore and collapsed by my side.

“Malfoy huh?”

I sniffle not answering him.

“God Em I don’t know how I can be so stupid. How I thought I could trust you.” He hissed not wanting to make a scene.

Tears flow rapidly from my eyes now.

“Mr. Potter would you like a towel?”  McGonagall asked passing by us.

“No thank you professor.” He said not looking up at her.

Even looking down I could tell she knew I was crying.

She walked away so we were alone again.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know Harry. I’m so sorry.” I said sobbing.