Dare - Draco Malfoy

Chapter 70: Three years later

Author's note

Hey hey hey! This is it. The last chapter.

If you got this far, thank you so much!

This has truly been an emotional roller coaster for me and hopefully the end of this story will only be the beginning of more!

Anyways, enjoy this last chapter!

Love,

C.B.

Maeve:

"Ouch"

I bring my thumb to my lips, licking a small droplet of blood from it.

The roses have grown so much over the summer, the bush is a mess.

I have sharp cut on my knuckle from the spikes of a blossoming white rose. I use my knife to cut it and slowly lower it to pick up my wand. I smile and point at it.

"Colovaria"

A river of green ink floats through its petals, turning the rose into an emerald one. It's almost shimmering.

I stand, cleaning my thighs patting my hands on them. I take a look around. The garden so full of plants and flowers, it's hard to walk around. It's wild, colourful, full of life.

The willows over the pond creating the same light as the dorms in Hogwarts. Draco wanted to remove them, to make me forget. I refused. They are perfect. I gulp, happy tears growing in me.

"Mommy"

A squeaky voice behind me makes my heart jolt.

"Oh look at you! My gorgeous princess"

I bend down again, facing her laughing loudly, stumbling to me, hands reaching for my face.

She lands her sticky lips on mine. High pitched giggles.

"Come on, where's daddy?"

My heart is filled.

"There" She mumbles, her arm extended behind her, to the house front.

"Let's g -- Ugh, Charlotte, what did you eat? You are all sticky" I kiss her cheek.

She chuckles more, her filthy little hands in my hair.

I turn the corner to the front of the house. The gravel path, leading to the gate. The double stairs. I remember when I first saw this place.

"Ah-ah! you found mum? High five"

He cheers, coming closer to pick her up. Her, completely immersed in him, smiling, reaching her hands to his neck.

"How are the roses?" He smiles.

I raise the green one I have been holding.

"Quite nicely" I chuckle.

He takes a step forward, letting Charlotte go onto the garden's soft grass. She rushes to her play patch, to her toys.

"You know you don't have to do it yourself, right?." He smiles, looking down at my wand in my front pocket.

"I love the garden as it is, I like spending time in it" I speak.

"It's yours." He gets closer, hugging me. He kisses my neck.

I am sweating, the August sun is burning hot over the woods.

"I love this" He whispers.

"You, me, this place..." His head slowly turns to Charlotte, now rolling in grass.