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

37 - Ice Cold

Draco barely left my side during the days of the treehouse.

He'd clasp my hand whenever he could, hug me and kiss me at any chance we got to be alone, and every night I'd fall asleep in his arms as he held me tightly against him.

And that's not to mention the occasional times he'd wake me up in the dead of night and sneak me away to the sofa in the games room where clothes were discarded and we'd hungrily fuck until we were both exhausted and spent.

It was as though he was terrified of losing me again.

"Of course I'm fucking terrified of losing you!" He hollered angrily when I asked him about this after a particularly intense session on the sofa. "I thought you were dead for six fucking years! I literally never got over you! Do you know what that did to me? I was like a fucking zombie, not being able to function properly, I'd have killed myself if wasn't for Mother! I was forced to marry a woman I didn't want, wishing every single fucking day she was you."

"Drac, don't," I pleaded, my heart twisting in agony.

"You don't want to hear me say it?" He spluttered, his face screwing up in anger, "you don't want to hear me tell you how I lay in bed with another woman, fucking her when you were hiding underground with our son-"

"No, I don't want to hear you talking about killing yourself!" I said fiercely, trying to control my own anger and frustrations. "To hear that you were so broken that you thought about ending your life!"

He looked momentarily shocked at my words before his face crumpled and broke.

"I'm sorry," he sobbed, suddenly gathering me tightly in his arms as his body shook against me, "I'm so sorry."

I was afraid he was never going to forgive himself for something that wasn't even his fault. And I knew the only way we could move forward and have any kind of contentment was to kill the very person who had caused it all.

But sadly, that was looking easier said than done.

******

The dreams were coming hard and fast, disturbing Draco's sleep to no end.

Kill the snake.

He'd wake up in the same cold sweat, his heart thudding fearfully, only being able to comfort himself with the presence of Blaire by his side, looking down at her sleeping body as their son slept peacefully beside them.

He knew what it meant. It had to be him. Somehow, when Longbottom died, the task of destroying the final Horcrux had been passed to him.

But the idea of leaving the confines of the treehouse, of walking away from Blaire and his boys terrified him beyond belief.

Because he was scared he wouldn't come back.

He made the most of them, never taking them for granted. He took pleasure in seeing Scorp's smiles as he changed him and held him, played game after game of cards with Jack, and simply touched Blaire whenever he could; revelling in her physical presence, still fearful she was just a ghost who would disappear the second his back was turned.

And through it all he was biding his time, wondering when he could no longer deny the task he had to do.

But not yet. He needed to hold on that little bit longer.

He couldn't tell Blaire; afraid to see the disappointment in her eyes when he confessed he was too scared to take the action that would help save her friends.

But as it was, Pansy and Crabbe's application to adopt Rose had been successful and she was now residing at their home, being properly looked after.