Boy - (A 'Blaire Zabini' sequel) || Draco Malfoy

33 - Home

"We're home, love."

At Pansy's insistence, Draco had taken Blaire straight back to the treehouse, leaving Crabbe to rescue Weasley without them. ("The Weasley girl will be fine at ours; we'll reconvene at yours in the morning. Just get Blaire back to your little boy.")

And now here they were, Blaire's exhausted eyes filling with love as he helped her over the threshold into the place they used to spend many happy summers together.

"I've missed this place," she whispered weakly, clinging onto him tightly. "I've missed it so much."

"I know, Blaire," he murmured, pressing his lips fiercely down on top of her head as he tried to swallow down the lump that had formed in his throat, "and it's missed you."

The place was in darkness and Draco guessed his mother had finally gotten the boys to sleep. Knowing that Blaire would be desperate to see Jack, he steered her in the direction of the room she used to sleep in; that they used to sleep in.

And sure enough, there he was, fast asleep in the middle of the huge four poster bed as his mother sat asleep in the armchair next to him, baby monitor upon her lap.

He placed a hand upon her shoulder, gently coaxing her awake.

"My child," his mother wept quietly as she stood up to greet the girl she'd been mourning for for so long. "My beautiful wonderful child."

The reunion was packed with emotion, yet brief. Blaire was exhausted and desperately needed sleep and his mother insisted that Draco get her settled down with Jack for the night whilst she went and watched over Scorpius in the other room.

Before she crept away, Draco warned her it was time to bring his father to the treehouse. "They're going to be after us now; looking for Jack, looking for me. Bring him here and keep him safe."

She nodded, relief sweeping across her face at Draco's acknowledgement of the man he'd once declared he'd hated.

But family, Draco knew, was everything. And he'd do anything to protect his.

"C'mon," he whispered, gently coaxing Blaire to the bedroom's adjoining bathroom.

He located a vest and a pair of shorts that had once belonged to her, his mother having refused to throw anything away that Blaire had left there.

When he turned to leave, to give her privacy to change, she grabbed his hand and Draco realised she was shaking. "Don't go," she breathed, sounding terrified. "Don't leave me."

So, remaining in the bathroom, he helped her out of the cloak he'd wrapped around her, his fingers trembling as he began to peel off the 'uniform' she'd been made to wear.

He was painfully aware of how inappropriate it was to want her in that moment, but he literally couldn't help the knot of desire that pulled low in his stomach as his eyes roamed her body which he had missed so achingly much.

"Hold me," she whispered as she stood before him without a scrap of cloth, offering herself completely, "please."

He cupped her face, sweeping his thumb along her cheek. "Let's get you clothed first," he murmured hoarsely, gently kissing her brow, "and then you can lay down with Jack and get some sleep."

He saw the disappointment flood her face as she turned away to step into the shower. Draco found he wanted to pull her back into his arms, kiss her hard and fuck her right there on the bathroom floor.