OBSIDIAN HEART 2 (Draco Malfoy)

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•Lavinia's Bedroom, Hufflepuff Cottage, Hogwarts,•

"Draco?" Lavinia whispered into the darkness, moonlight cut sideways through the slightly opened curtains and she rolled over, seeking him. Not for the first time in so many days, Lavinia could not sleep. There were too many pressing urgencies on her mind, too much to think about and consider. It hastily befuddled her mind.

"Hmm?" he returned from his side of the bed, shifting beneath the covers to turn toward her, ashy eyes sleepy in the moonlight. He looked so gorgeously adorable like that, freshly awakened and she instantly felt guilt roll through her... She was a truly terrible person, she'd always known it but it was not until she met him that she started to realise it. He deserved so much more.

"I am sorry-- I-- I did not mean to wake you," she shook herself, how could she not have awakened him? Whispering through the darkness like that? She had meant it, she knew she had or else the word would not have called from her lips and yet, she was now apologising, guilt rolling because she'd woke him up and for what? Her own selfishness, because she did not wish to sit and dwell alone in the darkness.

Draco reached for her and feelings bunched in her throat. She understood why he had been so furious at what she had done in Azkaban. There was a time, in the very beginning when Lavinia would have done anything for her school, for this war but slowly, she was starting to grow selfish, having something to grow selfish for. She'd tried to be good, be the person she'd once have been and do the difficult thing of getting Ezekiel out and to safety no matter what it did to her. But now she was torn apart by the guilt, by what she had done to Draco. She had destroyed one of the only promises she had ever made him, to be with him until the end. If he died, she died but not the other way around. And yet still, she had sacrificed her own life, leaving him behind. She did not know anymore which side of selfish or unselfish that was.

Lavinia stared intently at his eyes which seemed oddly iridescent in the moonlight as she filtered her thoughts through a hole in her shield to him. A twitch of his eyebrow was the only indication that he was receiving them-- he grabbed her and pulled her close in a swift movement, pressing a kiss to her forehead again and again like a woodpecker.

"Stop it, Nia," he ordered and she dropped her head onto his shoulder. "Stop tearing yourself apart, what's done cannot be undone and I forgive you for it. Now you must only forgive yourself. You got Ezekiel out, you did what you had to do and it was the right thing to do. It is what I would have wanted you to do if my anger had not got in the way. I fell in love with you, all of you, every single part-- even the parts that have to make difficult decisions and more than once, I have grown to accept that you are going to have to do dangerous things. So please please come back to me, be My Nia," he whispered a shattered breath as his forehead rested against hers.

She hadn't been his Nia, not since before Azkaban, not since before Elentiya's confession but she would be now, she could be. Lying beneath her was a man who had given up everything, risked everything to be with her, accepted her even when she could not accept herself-- she could do some things for him, she could have both him and her mission and she would. Because her heart belonged to him even if her soul belonged somewhere else. She longed for the day when she could give him all of herself, unconditionally.

"I will always be your Nia, Draco Malfoy. No matter where I go or who I meet, I will always be yours, my heart will always belong to me. You are my soulmate and I knew that long before the prophecy spoke it. In those very last moments, after Sirius and Ezekiel had left-- I- I hesitated. I was afraid, I have never known fear like that, debilitating fear. But I was not afraid for myself, I was afraid because I realised that I have something to leave behind now. Before, death never bothered me but now that it means parting with you? It is the most terrible fate that could ever befall me, having to live my life without you in it," she whispered then, her voice smaller with every word but his eyes glittered as though she'd thrown magic out through her mouth.