(1) 𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄 | d. m

Chapter thirty-three

Draco

Finally. She said it. Three little words that seemed to mean a world of difference to this unruly heart of mine. Even though I had known for awhile that she probably felt the same way about me as I did her, I couldn't help but be a tad worried. Worried that maybe, deep down, all of this was too much for her to handle. That maybe I was just a quick shag, someone to take away the pain and worries of everything else that was going on.

"I love you so much it hurts".

Her words echoed like pebbles in a gutter, marking me as hers. From then on, we belonged to each other. I was hers, and she was mine, and there was nothing anyone could to to take that away.

***

I suspected that my dad caught on quite quickly as to what had happened to Narcissa. By the look of his pale and bony face and confused state of mind; it was adamant that he knew. How could he not? She had basically gone up in smoke, and my attitude was worse than ever. In fact, I made it clear I wanted nothing to do with Lucius. The look on his face as I told him I wished to not be his son anymore, made a part of me experience some kind of separation anxiety, whilst an even bigger part of me, felt relieved. Relieved, because I wouldn't have to worry about Lucius fucking everything up anymore, or striking me across the face with his walking stick. No, I was free. Free of the stronghold of Lucius Malfoy.

"You know, you didn't have to be so defensive before. I was just trying to help". Lane sat on the bed in my room, pulling at her cuticle. I was quite angry with myself for what I had said to her before walking downstairs to face Lucius. I knew she was just trying to help keep me calm, but I was also aware of my own impatience and I didn't want her to hear what I was going to say to him. I guess I was too embarrassed, and I didn't want her to find out more about my past then she needed to. At the same time, all I wanted was to look forward.

"I know...", I said somewhat hesitantly, placing her hand in mine and squeezing it gently. I wanted to make sure she knew of my feelings, that she would never forget. I gave her a faint smile and in return she placed a kiss on my lips, causing my knees to go weak. She had that sort of power over me.

"I know you do. I just...", she sighed deeply. "With everything that's happened, I don't want us to break apart. We've already been through so much, I'd hate it if we lost sight of what we are because of some dumb miscommunication. You get it, don't you?". Her emerald eyes, the ones I had fallen so deep into, seemed to grow sad and there was an uncertainty to them that caused my heart to feel even heavier in my chest.

I sat down next to her, still keeping my gaze on her. "I do. I understand".

"I love you", she said a second time, making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"I love you too".

"And what you did, for my friends. I could never pay you back".

Directly before my mothers sudden death at the hands of Bellatrix, I had managed to sneak my way downstairs, setting Luna and the others free. In more ways than one, I had put my life on the line, but then again that seemed to be a recurring thing for me.

"Of course you can", I said, feeling the corner of my mouth twitch into a gentle smile. "I can think of at least one thing you could do. I mean we". My faint smile grew into more of a flirtatious grin and she seemed to catch on as well.

"Draco Malfoy, are you flirting with me?".

"Damn right I am!", I said confidently, standing up again, but keeping her hands warm in mine. She was smiling from ear to ear now, turning the whole conversation around from its original state. We had fought before, hell we had been separated by both time, place and memories, but we seemed to always come back to each other. Through thick and thin, we had grown stronger than ever, despite all the shitty things happening to us. We loved each other and our need for each other seemed to grow with every passing day.

"So...? What does that mean?", she said, her eyes smiling. I wasn't able to take my eyes from her. The way her hair seemed to fall perfectly in her face, the way she crinkled her nose when she smiled, the curve of her cupids bow, the sound of her soft voice saying my name. "Draco...". I couldn't get enough of her. Her voice, her mind, her body. She was all mine, and we both knew it. "Draco...", she kept saying, walking slowly towards me while also letting her forest green cardigan fall off her shoulders an onto the floor. She placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, my neck, my lips. Every kiss was a sign. Every touch was a promise.

As I started removing my clothes, I felt her hand upon my chest. It was as if she was listening for a heart beat, looking for any sign that this was all real. She traced her fingers over my collar bones, kissing the shell of my being. She kept whispering my name in-between kisses, and I felt my cheeks growing more flushed and my breathing becoming heavier. I even found myself moaning as I begged for more. I wanted her. All of her.

"God, I'm so in love with you", I whispered into her ear, kissing her throat and forcing her shirt over her head. Seeing her bare stomach and pale complexion, made me wish we had met earlier, that I hadn't fucked everything up by erasing our relationship from her mind. I took a small step back, enjoying the view before me. She was wearing a black lace bra and I wasn't sure if she wanted to unhinged it herself or if she was expecting me to do so. Finally, I managed to get the fucking thing off her, as well as the rest of the clothes I had been wearing all day.

Finally, I thought, as we fell into each other and onto the bed.