It Ended With Our Song

Prolouge One - Draco

late 1999

The sun scorched Draco's skin as he lay on the beach. The soft sound of rumbling waves, crashing on the sand, mixed with seagulls above him and circled around his ears.

He had his t-shirt pressed over his eyes, blocking out the midday sun.

He grimaced as trails of water rained down on him and he pushed himself up on his free arm, opening his eyes.

He blinked in the harsh sunlight to see Cassie climbing onto his chest. She was still quite small for a five year old and weighed almost nothing, so Draco scooped her up, pulling the squeeling girl into the crock of his arm.

"Come swimming Dwaco," She wined.

Draco sighed and slowly got his feet, Cassie standing impatiently beside him.

Narcissa was further down on the sand, watching her son with a smile that he quickly returned when he found her looking.

He felt a tug at his arm and glanced down to see Cass with a pout pressed to her lips.

"Alright, come on," He sighed, following as she began to race down to the shore.

"Good nap," Narcissa asked as he approached.

"It was until I was rudely disturbed," He muttered, throwing a look at the small girl, running back up the shore, away from the approaching waves.

"Im going to go read if that's alright with you, please don't let her drown," Narcissa added.

"I'm not an idiot," Draco shot back.

They stayed at the beach till the sun tilted the scale and shone pink against the cloud.

He built sandcastles and collected shells with Cassie, promising to help her turn them into necklaces when they got back.

He carried her on his back, as they made the treck through the woods and back to the house.

It still stood as it once had, black trims on the doors and a white picket fence gate.

Narcissa was working on fixing up the front garden and there was new furniture coming in ever day.

Draco sat Cassie down on the edge of the sink, using the tap to wash the sand off her feet.

"Ma, can you take Cass for a bath while I cook," Draco asked, handing the small girl off to his mum.

She gave him a soft smile and nodded, whisking the sandy girl off towards the bathroom.

Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair, knotted with salt water. He had grown out of styling it, since living in isolation and it had returned back to its natural wavy state.

He pulled out a pan and used his wand to fill it with water, before struggling with the stove top.

He tipped a box of mac and cheese into the bubbling water and stirred it aimlessly. He wasn't the best cook and they had been living off mac and cheese and microwaveable meals for a month now.

His mind drifted off to Harry as he stared off out the window.

He knew he had come off as harsh in the letter and he felt guilty just thinking about it. He would send another letter tonight, he decided, apologising and properly explaining himself.

Subconsciously he found himself spinning the silver ring on his finger, the one he hadn't taken off since the night at the bar.

"Shit," he muttered as the water bubbled and began to spill over.

-

He ate quietly, listening to the soft voices of Narcissa conversing with his daughter. Her quiet giggles of laughter when she kicked Draco under the table.

He cleaned up once they were done and left Narcissa to get her ready for bed. Then he sat with a quill in one hand and a piece of parchment on the table before him.

'Dear Harry,'
'To my Harry'
'Harry'

Crumpled paper slowly piled up around him. He sighed, supporting his head with his hand.

A knock at the open door interrupted him and he turned to see Narcissa watching him with a frown.

"Cassie won't go to sleep without you saying goodnight."

Draco raised a brow and chuckled, pushing himself to his feet, "I'll go now then."

Narcissa watch him as he left, "Oh and Draco," he turned around, "Don't worry about the Prophet, it'll fade out."

Draco nodded, his face taut.

-

Though even in the midst of everything he couldn't help but smile at the small girl bundled in blankets.

"DRAY," She squealed reaching out to him.

He grinned, eyes brighting instantly.

"Cissa said you couldn't sleep without a goodnight," he teased, throwing himself onto the bed next to her.

She didn't speak but snuggled into his chest, twisting the fabric in her small hands.

He reached a hand into her hair, letting it run through his fingers.

"Do you wanna hear a story," he whispered.

She nodded into his chest.

"Well once upon a time there was a princess-."

"Not this one again," She whined.

Draco let out a breathy chuckle, "Drama queen."

She lifted her head so she could look him in the face with big round eyes.

"It reminds me of Harry," She whispered into the thick darkness and Draco's arms tightened around her, "I miss him."

Draco's throat caught, "So do I."

"Do you think maybe we could visit him soon," he voice was soft and careful.

Draco paused, "Maybe, I'll talk to Cissa about it."

Cass laid her head down again, "Can you tell me a story about visiting Harry."

Draco took her small hand in his, rubbing circles, "Well, we would drive to the airport and maybe we could take one of those muggle planes and then we would land in London. Do you remember London?"

She nodded.

"Well we would land in London, and we could see Uncle Sirius and Remus and Caleb and maybe visit Hogwarts and then we could visit Harry and go to all the magical places in London."

He closed his eyes, Harry. The soft locks of black hair that tumbled down to those piercing green eyes. The way his rough hands felt against his cheek.

Draco closed his eyes and pulled Cass closer.

The small girl let out a content sigh.

He wanted to go and write the letter, say sorry. He wanted to fuck it all and apperate to London and run and threaten Moody until he found out where Harry was.

But he had responsibilities now, one of which was asleep on his chest.

He let his eyes close and submitted himself to the dark rumbling sky of sleep.