𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒; 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven - Epilogue

There, at the playground, a tanned boy hugged a very pale boy tightly near the swing. Neither of them moved, each savouring the other's presence. They stayed like that for quite a few minutes. The platinum-blonde haired boy didn't show any struggles and the raven-haired one didn't want to let go of him. Their world narrowed down the warmth of their bodies and the beating of their hearts.

Draco was too surprised to move. He only wanted to linger at this place one last time before he left and never came back. His eyes had fallen onto the swing and he couldn't help but sit on it. This would have been the last time he’d ever let himself be a child again.

As he lowered himself onto the swing and rocked it back and forth, he remembered his time with Harry two weeks ago. Harry had caught him from the back when he was flown, hugging him tenderly. But this time instead of a pair of arms, his back met the cold surface of the ground. The impact hurt his body but it was nothing compared to how his heart throbbed in pain, realizing there would be no one to catch and hug him again. He lay there for some minutes, relishing how good those sweet days were. They were like a dream now; a dream that was never meant to come true.

Draco stood and went to the swing again. He sat and rocked it. He couldn't help but think about his loved one. Harry, how was he now? Was he okay? Had he awoken? Harry was most likely still mad at him for tricking him. Now he had to face the consequences; he had hurt Harry.

Draco had predicted that Harry would have been mad with him once he found out what he had done. But he wasn't prepared for the pain he felt once Harry left him. In that dream-like week, Harry had hugged and kissed him whenever he could. He had become used to Harry’s touch and caress. Now, more then six days without a touch, he was being tortured.

As he let go of the swing, Draco felt his body flying backward. This was really the end. Once his body touch the cold sand pool below, he knew his heart would break into very tiny particles that could never be regrouped again. Sayonara, Harry.

But instead of meeting the cold surface, a pair of arms caught him. He felt the same arms that had caught his body almost two weeks ago: Harry’s arms. Draco gasped and heard a voice speak behind him. It was the same voice as two weeks ago and it murmured almost the same sweet words as before.

Draco was surprised as he realized that it was Harry who was hugging him. Why was he here? He should be resting from his fever. And he shouldn't hug him because he hated him, right? But instead of releasing him, Draco could feel Harry tighten his hug and bury his head into Draco’s right shoulder.

So here he was, standing on the sand pool with Harry hugging him. Draco couldn't understand why Harry did this. The only thing he knew for sure was that he missed this, missed being hugged, missed being in Harry’s arms. Harry was hugging him like in that dream again, so tender and gentle, full of passion. So if Harry wanted to do this, Draco would not be the one to stop him. He was more afraid to think what Harry would do once he released him later. It would be better if he stayed still and didn't move or speak at all. Draco could still have Harry, if only for a moment...

And Draco believed his moment was over when he heard Harry speak up again. “Please, say something.”

Say something? No, Draco was not going to repeat the same mistake like that night again.

During the nights after Harry left him, Draco stayed awake almost all the time, waiting for Harry to come back, hoping he would hear his explanation. But at the sixth day, Draco couldn't stay awake any longer and let sleep engulf him. He was awakened though by a soft touch on his cheek.

On that night when Draco opened his eyes slowly, he almost couldn't believe what he saw. Harry was staring at him and caressing his cheek tenderly. As he kept looking at Harry, he felt the heart shaped face getting closer. Harry was kissing him passionately, just like he did to Dakota. Draco couldn't believe it. Didn't Harry hate him? Wasn't he angry with him?