Mine

[53]

"So, your weekend was good?" My mother asked as I sat at the dining room table across from her and my father. We had returned back a little over an hour earlier, Blaise having left me at the front door with a kiss on the cheek.

"It was!" I said, smiling at my mother. This caused her to raise an eyebrow at me, her glancing sideways to my father.

"I haven't seen you smile like that a lot lately." She commented, smiling back at me.

It turns out, a weekend away was just what I had needed. A change of scenery and a break from the cycle that I had fallen into had me feeling the most like myself that I had in months. And the unexpected development between me and Blaise may have helped too.

* * *

Over the course of the next few weeks, maybe even a month, I had finally come out of the shell that I'd fallen prisoner to. I looked forward to going to work and getting out of the house. I smiled often and actually engaged in the conversations around me. But that didn't keep me from realizing that the one-year anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts was looming near.

The reminders were everywhere. People whispered about it at work, announcements were made in the Daily Prophet, and preparations for some kind of remembrance/celebration were in the works.

When that day actually arrived, the Ministry of Magic was quite solemn. I ended up being dismissed early, which I was grateful for. The reminders of what I had faced one year ago overwhelmed me. I couldn't help but lock myself away in my bedroom for the rest of the day where I laid curled up in my bed.

Flashes of wreckage, death, and injury flashed beneath my closed eyelids. The picture of Penelope, her eyes wide open, haunted my mind. Draco lifting her lifeless body and placing her down with the others that had lost her lives...Draco running to me and begging me to leave with him.

No. I couldn't let myself go there. I couldn't let myself be shoved back into a hole of darkness when I had finally scratched my way out. I would always remember and honor those that had fallen that night, and I would let myself dwell, but only for tonight. I had to keep moving on. We all did, so that those who lost their lives that night wouldn't have died in vain.

* * *

I groaned when I felt the bed shift beside me but didn't open my eyes. "Nooo, where are you going?" I whined. It was Sunday morning, three days following the anniversary of the Battle, and I had spent the night at Blaise's.

"To make some coffee." Blaise chuckled.

"Not yet." I grumbled, reaching a hand out behind me to find him. He complied and laid back in the bed, wrapping his arms around me. "You're so warm." I murmured.

Blaise pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his arms tightening around me. "Do you choose to sleep naked on purpose?" He asked lowly, his breath tickling my air.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"It's like you're trying to drive me mad." Blaise chuckled.

"You're naked too." I responded, a smirk tugging at my lips as his fingers began to travel down my thigh.

I felt that stirring in my lower stomach, desire growing within me. I turned around suddenly, pushing him onto his back in the process, and then throwing a leg over his body so that I was sat up and straddling him.

"Oh, hello there." Blaise smirked up at me. I rubbed my hands down his chest slowly, my eyes following the path they took. I gasped when Blaise's finger suddenly made contact with me, him running his finger along the opening of my vagina. "Wet already?" He asked, his eyes locking on mine.