Mine

[46]

I recognized that Draco had a pattern. Whenever we got into a fight or there was some sort of breakdown like earlier, it was always followed by Draco making love to me and clinging onto me afterwards. I didn't mind the intimacy, I genuinely enjoyed it, I just couldn't help but realize that fact as I laid in his arms...following him making love to me. It was the only time the sex we had was so sweet and gentle that 'making love' was really the only way to describe it. And I just couldn't help but wonder why those were the only times he acted in such a way. Was it because he was overwhelmed with loving me in that moment? Because he was trying to be sweet in response to me being there for him? It shouldn't bother me, it really should not.

"What are you thinking about?" Draco murmured, mindlessly twirling a strand of my hair around his finger.

"Nothing." I whispered back, opening my eyes to look at him. He was staring at the ceiling, seeming to be deep in thought. "Are we going to talk about what's been going on with you?"

"There's nothing to talk about." Draco mumbled, shrugging as he lowered his gaze to my face.

"I don't think that's true..." I said carefully, not wanting to push him and have things go south once again.

"It's nothing that you have to worry about, alright?" Draco said, his eyes silently pleading with me. "I'm sorry for how I've treated you, I really am. My foul mood was no excuse for hurting you."

"For which part?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "You're sorry for not talking to me or for treating me like a slut?"

Draco winced when I said that, even though I had meant it playfully. I guess it didn't translate well to him. "For all of it." He said with a frown, "Definitely for making you feel like some slut."

"I mean, I am your slut." I said, giving him a playful smirk to make it more evident that I wasn't taking it seriously.

"Ha ha." He said, rolling his eyes at me, though a small smile framed his lips. "I guess as long as you're my slut, it's alright."

I smiled at him, but my smile faltered when I saw the distant look in his eyes. "I can't help but worry about it." I said quietly, referring back to what was going on with him.

Draco sighed, closing his eyes. "Gemma, can we just put it behind us. For right now, at least? All I want to think about right now is you."

"Alright." I agreed, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

I could feel a small smile on Draco's lips as he dropped his head down, pressing a feathery kiss to my lips. He rolled over so that our positions were reversed, him laying with his head on my chest, his body curled around me. I pressed my face into his hair, inhaling slowly as I let my eyes close.

"Goodnight, my love." I heard Draco mumble against my skin.

"Goodnight, Draco." I whispered back.

* * *

Draco and I spent the majority of our Saturday outside, laying in the grass and just enjoying the fresh air. It was much more freeing than sitting in the stuffy common room surrounded by many others.

"Aren't you worried that someone may venture out here...someone who isn't supposed to know we're together?" I asked as I looked up at Draco. He was on top of me, propped up over me by his elbows.

"I don't care." Draco snorted, dropping his head down to press kisses down my neck. I rolled my eyes as I smiled, tangling my fingers into his hair.

"You're supposed to care." I reminded him, though I didn't push him away from me.

"I'm supposed to, yes," Draco mumbled against my skin, "but I just want to focus on you, and you alone."

"That is music to my ears," I smiled, "but we both know it's not that simple."

"Gemma." Draco said lowly, his tone holding a warning to it, his eyes darkening. "Don't ruin this moment."

My mind once again wandered to wondering about what had happened when Draco was home. Did it have to do with us? Despite my curiosity, I would not ask him. I would not ruin this good moment between us.

"I love you, Draco." I said, rubbing my hands over his shoulders. He immediately relaxed under my touch, his gaze turning into one of adoration.

"I love you too, Gemma." He murmured, leaning in closer to me. "I never want you to question my love for you again. Never."

"Don't give me a reason to, then." I said. I kept my tone light as I said this, but underneath my light demeanor, I meant it. I wouldn't say I'd necessarily thought he didn't love me over the past week, but I had definitely worried that what we held between us wasn't enough.

"Never." Draco promised, pressing his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder, holding him close to my torso as we kissed. Out here, hidden in the trees, I allowed myself to not worry about who might trail along the lines of the campus grounds. I allowed myself to believe that Draco and I could share this moment without having to worry about anything else.

And no one did come by to spot us. We got to spend the day alone, just the two of us, under the warm sun and in each other's arms. I knew that in the years to come, when I looked back on the dark times of our lives, I would remember this day where the sun lit up our souls and let us be at peace.

* * *

"What's happened?" I whispered groggily, being awoken by Draco jumping out of bed.

"I've been summoned." Draco whispered, his eyes trained at his left wrist, which was held before his face.

I felt confused in my sleepy daze, but only for a moment. Once I'd been able to pull my thoughts together, I realized that what Draco was staring at was the Dark Mark stained on his skin. I could feel my heart seizing in my chest, the feeling being emphasized by my tired and confused state.

"Gemma." Draco said quietly, ripping his gaze away from his mark and holding a hand out to me. I furrowed my eyebrows, allowing him to pull me to my feet. "You know how much I love you, don't you?"

"Of course." I whispered, feeling nothing but confusion. In the last week, things between Draco and I had been blissful once again. We never ended up discussing what had caused his attitude to be so bitter, but I'd let it go so that we could reconnect. And we had. We had been truly happy, and he had been the loving boyfriend I'd grown used to.

"I have to go." He whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"I don't understand." I said, feeling dumb. I knew exactly what he'd meant when he said he was being summoned after I recognized that he was staring at his mark that identified him as a follower of Voldemort, but I didn't understand the fear that laced his voice or the intensity in his eyes.

"Just tell me you love me." Draco said quietly, his eyes holding such fear that my skin crawled.

"Draco." I whimpered, the fear that was radiating off of him taking me as a prisoner. The way he looked at me told me that something was happening, and that he wasn't all too surprised by it. Or else he'd be more confused by him being summoned this late into the night.

"Gemma. Please." Draco whispered urgently, leaning his head down so that all my eyes could see were his desperate eyes.

"I love you, Draco." I whispered.

"I love you too." He replied, kissing me intensely before he took a step back and released his grip on me, his eyes looking at me longingly. And then he was gone, and I was alone in his dark bedroom.

I stood there, in the spot I'd stood when he'd kissed me so desperately, for seconds, maybe minutes. And then chaos ensued. I could hear the confused and nervous shouts from downstairs in the common room. And we were being summoned to the Great Hall.