She || Drastoria

10 - Pure

Dearest Ly,

Do you remember that first summer when I came to visit your family? I never told you before, but it was the first time I truly felt a sense of happiness.

Growing up with my parents was difficult, they could never really look at me properly, choosing to keep a sort of detachment from me (which I guess looking back, was a self preservation thing).

But your parents welcomed me so warmly and treated me not like a guest, but one of the family, having even made me up my very own room which they allowed me to keep my things in until my next visit.

And Benji, dear sweet Benji, do you remember how he slipped his hand into mine the second I walked through your front door and proudly showed me around your home?

You envied me for my wizarding background and having blood that was considered pure. But it was I who envied you Lyra, because as far as I could tell, you came from the purest family of them all.

*****

In his opinion, time was not being well spent unless it was time spent with her.

Every morning Draco Malfoy silently thanked Merlin when he woke up and she was there lying in his arms. He literally could not get enough of her, wanting to spend all his time with her and being close to her in any way he could.

He walked her to her lectures, took her out for meals and continued attending Oakey's Warehouse meetings, listening in awe as she talked passionately about Muggle rights.

And it wasn't all sex, despite them both enjoying it immensely. No, he just loved being with her in any way. When she came on her period, and sex was out for a few days, he made her up hot water bottles and bought her chocolate which they shared snuggled up on the bed together.

They would often go for long walks, Draco feeling immensely proud to be seen with her on his arm as they strolled idly together through the city parks, sometimes chatting, sometimes just remaining in a companionable silence as they admired the scenery around them.

They did other things too, like visit museums and art galleries. She even persuaded him to go to a Muggle cinema with her, which he particularly enjoyed, mostly because they went straight to the back and made out in the dark.

Draco found he wanted to do everything with her, in fact. He felt an unfamiliar happiness just being in her company; as though a secret door had been opened, and she was leading him through to a world of warmth and light and colour.

What they didn't do, however, was label what it was they were sharing, with Draco sensing Astoria wasn't keen to call it anything other than fucking, even though it was clearly so much more than that.

He could tell she was holding something back from him but he was too cowardly to ask what it was, sensing that if he did, then whatever 'this' was, would come to an earth shattering final end.

And he didn't want it to end. Ever.

So he didn't take her back to meet his parents or friends, and he never pushed her about her's either. It was just Draco and Astoria, living in their own loved up bubble, with Draco fearful everyday that something was going to come along and burst it.

However, after almost three months of blissful living, that very thing happened.

And it was all because of this fucking wedding.

"Hmmm, don't go," Draco murmured, slowly kissing her neck after he'd grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into bed when she tried to escape one Monday morning to go to a lecture. "Let's get away to the beach or something. Just you and me and maybe a hot little white bikini."