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draco malfoy (part two.)

you told me we'd meet again.
and i spent every waking moment wondering if today was that day.
it was entirely pathetic,
and made me out to be desperate.
but if i'm being honest,
i am desperate, y/n.
there is nothing more that i want than to be with you again.
sometimes i wonder if you fed me that "right person, wrong timing" bullshit to make up for the pain you caused,
but i know you.
i know you better than anyone,
and i know you won't speak if the words that follow are false.
i just don't see how we're going to meet again if you're not here anymore.
and i don't mean dead,
but somehow that seems easier than dealing with your sudden, unexplainable departure.
i shake my head of the thoughts because i know losing you,
one way or another,
is devastating.
but today is different.
i rise to my feet and suddenly i feel lighter.
i've freed myself of the burdens.
because truth be told, y/n,
you're not here,
and you're not coming back.
you left hogwarts the day after you told me that,
and i haven't heard from you since.
and i'm tired.
so tired of believing in you when the truth is staring at me right in my face.
so,
today i've decided to move on.
you're dead to me.
***
i relish in the chills the cool winter air brings to my exposed skin,
and i listen intently to the whistle of the wind inside my ears.
i can finally feel again,
and it's never been so exhilarating.
my body is pulsating with this new adaptation of life.
i turn the corner of the street and find myself face to face with a woman who looks to be an older version of you.
my heart stops for a split second,
and i can feel my airways becoming trapped.
but when our eyes lock,
i breathe out in relief because it isn't you.
the woman's eyes don't shine like yours once did.
i can't help but wonder what a twenty year old
y/n had grown to look like.
you were quite the sight at the mere age of eleven,
and only grew into the most beautiful girl by the time you left fifth year.
you were fifteen then,
and i can still see the gleam in your eyes.
but the memory doesn't hurt like it used to,
because you don't exist anymore.
you left and took whatever existence you had here with you.
it's freeing,
and i can finally breathe again.
once i'm done exploring all my regained senses,
i enter the muggle coffee shop and wait in the long line.
the godawful love song playing throughout the shop makes me think about you,
and i wonder if i'm allowing myself to remember you only because it doesn't hurt anymore.
and i can finally laugh at the fact we were only so young when we loved one another.
we're older now,
why should i still be stuck on you?
i can't stop myself from smiling at the memory of us at the yule ball.
you really were a sight for sore eyes.
but i push through because you're only that now:
a memory.
and it's time for me to quit imagining unrealistic scenarios.
i take my seat at the coffee shop and look outside the window to the piling traffic ahead.
i decided many months ago that i was over you,
yet i can't exactly figure out why you're the only thought in my mind today.
is it coincidental that the woman nearby resembled you so closely that i almost lost myself again?
i hadn't thought about you like this in a while,
and it's causing a surge of nerves inside of me.
because i want to be over you.
i don't want to spend anymore time wallowing in my own self pity.
it isn't until i look straight ahead that i realized just why this was happening to me.
there you are, y/n.
and now i know what twenty year old y/n l/n looks like.
just when i thought you couldn't possibly get anymore beautiful,
you prove me wrong.
you're all too stunning.
i suddenly can't figure out if the lack of air in my lungs is from how amazing you look or because i'm nervous to meet you again.
and when our eyes meet,
i'm forced to face the harsh truth:
i was never truly over you,
no matter how hard i tried to be or wanted to be.
and your eyes,
still so bright with wonder,
leaves me stunned.
"oh my god, draco malfoy?"
your voice is still so honeyed,
and hearing my name from your lips after five years makes me shiver.
i get up to greet you but my legs are shaky,
and i know if i'm not careful,
i'll collapse.
"it's good to see you, y/n."
"you look...amazing!"
your eyes scan my body and i can't help but chuckle,
because even if you've changed physically,
your good nature hasn't.
"you do too, honestly."
"thank you."
you blush and i feel my heart stuttering.
you still fall sheepish to my compliments,
and i begin to wonder what else is the same about you.
the same about us.
"fancy seeing you here, though! didn't know you were into muggle coffee."
"mhm, if the muggles know anything, it's coffee."
you and i share a laugh,
and my nerves run wild at the sound of your melodic laugh.
i have missed you more than i knew.
and seeing you right here again after all these years makes me miss the man i once was with you.
"it's really good to see you again, y/n."
"you too, draco."
we stand there for another minute or so,
letting this moment of rejoice fill us.
it looks as though you don't want to move,
and neither do i.
"what are you doing right now?"
i asked abruptly,
watching that smile grow.
you're excited and in knowing this,
my blood runs hot.
"not a thing."
"let's go do something."

the day with you had been nothing short of euphoric.
you had barely changed,
and i still loved you with every beat of my heart.
so here we sat on the bench in the park,
well past midnight,
our laughs being the only noise in the air.
and i wouldn't have it any other way.
you leaned your head to my shoulder and let out a heavy sigh that was full of content.
"i missed you so much, draco."
i can't help but look down at you in admiration.
you look so vulnerable clinging to me,
and so lovely in dimmed street lights. 
"why did you leave that day, y/n?"
you grew silent for another second or so before answering,
"my mom died. so, we moved to america where my dad had family. it was...easier that way."
"y/n...why didn't you say anything?"
"it was easier to leave it all behind me. start somewhere new. but-but, i didn't forget about you at all, draco. not for a second. all i did was think about meeting you again. i knew that if we were meant to be, we would."
i can't help but chuckle at your optimism and your faith in the world.
i don't doubt it for a second though, y/n.
"and here we are,"
you finish,
peeling yourself free from my arm to face me.
"here we are."
i find myself at a loss for breath again,
and i can't decide if i hate this affect you have on me or if i love it.
i hate succumbing to your love,
but i welcome it so eagerly because i've waited five years for this moment.
"still think it's bullshit?"
i chuckle before answering,
"i've had a change of heart."
"i'm glad to hear it."
i smile at you,
and i miss having such a genuine smile planted across my lips.
you bring this out in me.
you are the better part of me,
and you make me a better man, y/n.
***
when i wake up,
for a split second i worry that yesterday was all a dream.
a hallucination i conjured because i could no longer deal with you not being by my side.
but then i feel your body shift beside me and i'm immediately relieved.
you're here with me,
and we're in love again.
we found our way back to each other,
just like you said we would.
"good morning,"
you whisper against my collarbone,
and i can feel your smile growing by the second.
"a good morning, it is."
you giggle and look up at me,
and suddenly time slows when our eyes lock.
i let the pad of my thumb caress your cheekbone and you relax into my embrace.
"how lucky i am..i've been able to love you twice in one lifetime,"
i breathe out,
admiring the glow of your skin from the morning sun that escaped past the curtains.
and i realize that this moment here,
where your eyes are sleepy and barely open,
and the mellowness of the morning has heightened all your best features,
that i'm the only one who gets to see you this way.
your most peaceful self is reserved for my eyes only.
and this is worth any heartbreak we went through, y/n.
our separation was necessary for this sweet moment here,
when we can lay together as one and relish in our pure, tender love.
and now that you're back here with me again,
y/n,
i'm not letting you go.
the right person,
at finally the right time.