Draco looked shell-shocked, "Where are you going?"

"Home. Anywhere but here."

Realisation took over Draco's face, then he grinned at me, "This is it!"

He led me to the common room, where he sat me down one of the sofas.

"Eve, please don't freak out," he furrowed his eyebrows as he whispered, "The Dark Lord ordered me to kill you."

I jumped up, backing against the wall, "You're not going to, are you?"

Draco's eyes widened, "Are you stupid? Of course not!"

I sighed in relief as I took a seat beside him again, "What do you propose we do?"

"If you're leaving the school, I want you to take your mother to the place where my own mum introduced me to last year," he explained, "It's a hideout. It's through a couple of passages in my house, then you're there. The entrance to it is under a seal, so it's likely that no one will find you."

"You'd do that for me?" I said, a wave of affection coming over me.

"Of course," Draco replied, taking my hands in his, "Anything. We may have to have the wedding in secret, though."

"That's okay," I told him, "As long as we're both safe. You won't come with me?"

"With the Dark Lord keeping a close eye on me, I can't stay permanently. But if I tell him that I've killed you, he may back off a bit so I can visit you often."

I smirked, "Just make sure you block your mind off."