**Dark Echoes Of The Heart**

 Chapter 5

"y/n…" The voice echoed ominously through the shadows of your dream, cold and urgent. It beckoned you deeper into the darkness, wrapping around your mind like a suffocating fog. "Do it! You know the spell y/n!" You felt a chilling dread wash over you, your heart pounding in your chest. "Avada Kedavra!" you shouted, the words spilling out with a frantic desperation. The air crackled with dark magic, and you could feel the weight of the spell hanging in the silence that followed. Suddenly, you jolted awake, gasping, your skin clammy with fear. "No!" you screamed, the terror of the dream still clutching at your throat. You searched the room, your heart racing as the memory of the voice lingered—familiar yet terrifyingly distorted. You strained to recall his face, but it slipped away like smoke, only leaving behind a bone-chilling sense of unease. "Damn it!" you blurted, the panic rising within you as the shadows in your mind seemed to stretch and writhe. It felt as if something was lurking just beyond your grasp, waiting for the right moment to strike. The reality of the night was heavy around you, thick with an unshakeable fear that something dark was coming for you."y/n…" The voice echoed ominously through the shadows of your dream, cold and urgent. It beckoned you deeper into the darkness, wrapping around your mind like a suffocating fog. "Do it! You know the spell y/n!" 

You felt a chilling dread wash over you, your heart pounding in your chest. "Avada Kedavra!" you shouted, the words spilling out with a frantic desperation. The air crackled with dark magic, and you could feel the weight of the spell hanging in the silence that followed.

Suddenly, you jolted awake, gasping, your skin clammy with fear. "No!" you screamed, the terror of the dream still clutching at your throat. You searched the room, your heart racing as the memory of the voice lingered—familiar yet terrifyingly distorted. You strained to recall his face, but it slipped away like smoke, only leaving behind a bone-chilling sense of unease. 

"Damn it!" you blurted, the panic rising within you as the shadows in your mind seemed to stretch and writhe. It felt as if something was lurking just beyond your grasp, waiting for the right moment to strike. The reality of the night was heavy around you, thick with an unshakeable fear that something dark was coming for you.

As you tried to go back to sleep, you kept hearing the voice. It caused you to toss and turn. You checked the time and it was five AM, so you decided to go to the Slytherin commons and watch the fire. You sat down on the sofa, starting to think about who the voice was coming from and what it meant. What did it want from you? You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice anyone sitting down next to you until you turned and saw Draco Malfoy lounging in the chair beside you. You gasped, surprised to find him there. "Malfoy, what are you doing here?" you asked, trying to mask your surprise with a teasing tone.

"Well, this is the Slytherin commons," he replied with a smirk. You chuckled. "No, I meant why are you up at five in the morning? Can't you afford a few more hours of beauty sleep?" He raised an eyebrow, a playful grin spreading across his face. "I could say the same about you. Or do you prefer to spend your mornings in the company of dark voices and mysterious thoughts?" You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. "Maybe I'm just chasing after mystery. You wouldn't understand. You're too busy being… you." He leaned in slightly, his expression playful yet sincere. "Oh, I understand plenty. Sometimes the mysteries are right next to you. Maybe you should try looking closer." You felt your heart race a little. "Careful, Malfoy.

Filrting might get you everywhere, but it's a dangerous game." "Then let's play," he replied smoothly, his eyes sparkling with mischief as the fire flickered, casting shadows around the room. You weren't sure if you were more intrigued by his voice or the boy beside you, but one thing was clear—this conversation was just getting started. "Watch your step, Malfoy. If you play with fire, you might just get burned," I warned, my heart racing a bit faster. He smirked, a playful expression on his lips. "What if I want to get burned?" he shot back, raising an eyebrow. "Just be careful, then. The last thing we need is for you to turn into a charred marshmallow," I quipped, crossing my arms in mock seriousness. He chuckled, the tension easing a little. "And here I thought you preferred your sweets unburned." "Only when they're not being served with a side of arrogance," I shot back, matching his teasing tone. "Touché," he conceded, a glint of amusement in his eyes."Draco Malfoy surrendering? That's so unlike you," I teased, a playful glint in my eyes. He scoffed, crossing his arms defiantly, "Oh please, me surrender to you? Never." I chuckled, feeling a surge of courage bubble up inside me as I leaned forward slightly. With a confident smirk, I replied, "Oh, Malfoy, I know plenty of ways I could make you surrender." A flicker of curiosity crossed his face as he stood up, his tall frame casting a shadow over me. He walked closer, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze as he looked down at me. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice low and challenging, his smirk matching mine as the tension in the air thickened. "It is so," I murmured, my voice barely rising above a whisper. He took a measured step closer, and suddenly we were just inches apart, the air between us thick with unspoken tension. "So far, you've done most of the surrendering," he remarked, his gaze intent and unyielding, as if trying to peer into the depths of my thoughts. I parted my lips, ready to say something, but the words faltered on my tongue as I realized I couldn't gather my thoughts. Turning my gaze to the side, I tried to avoid his intense gaze, feeling utterly flustered and overwhelmed. He must have noticed the crimson flush creeping across my cheeks, for a playful smirk danced across his lips. With a gentle, confident motion, he leaned down, his fingers brushing against my skin as he delicately used his index and middle fingers to turn my head toward him. Before I could fully process what was happening, his lips found mine. A wave of surprise washed over me at first, but I quickly melted into the warmth of the kiss. My heart raced wildly, pounding in my chest as I surrendered to the moment, lost in a flurry of emotions. His tongue traced her bottom lip seeking the inside she quickly surrendered to him. The feelings that she felt were unlike any before, she sank into the moment not wanting it to end.As a surge of confidence coursed through her, an electrifying idea flickered in her mind, causing her to smirk with a mix of playful mischief. She leaned in and kissed him, a fleeting moment of warmth that ignited a spark between them. Breaking the kiss, she made a quick yet graceful motion, turning him around until he was seated on the plush sofa, with her nestled comfortably in his lap. His initial expression was one of surprise at her newfound boldness, but it quickly transformed into a smug smirk that made her heart race.

 One of his hands settled possessively on her waist, while the other caressed her neck, drawing her closer to him. As their lips met once more, she could distinctly feel the playful smirk lingering against her mouth, intensifying the heat that enveloped them. There was something undeniably thrilling about the way he pulled away, his eyes glinting with amusement as he teased, 

"Feeling brave now, are we L/N?" 

The hand that once rested gently on my neck began its slow journey down my body, stopping just above my waist. A delightful shiver ran down my spine, a teasing sensation that made me acutely aware of his presence. There was something magnetic about this man, an allure I couldn't quite resist; he was so captivating… As I glanced at the clock, a mischievous smile spread across my face. "Oh! Look at the time! I should go get ready," I announced, playfully batting my eyelashes. I lightly patted his shoulder, as if to communicate camaraderie rather than intimacy, and gracefully rose from his lap. His puzzled expression caught my attention; the confusion in his eyes told me that this was likely a new experience for him. I knew precisely what I was doing, expertly crafting a barrier to keep him in the friend zone. This was all part of my game, a playful maneuver that I intended to enjoy.