Fuckboy {Draco Malfoy 18+}

epilogue.

I pace back and forth in front of the door, waiting semi-patiently for it to open.

Draco is supposed to be joining me in Paris today, one full week after our last day at Hogwarts.

It was Onyx's idea to come to Paris, and she left this morning after a week's vacation with me. She said coming here was to make up for my missed vacation with her and Pansy last summer, but I kept telling her, over and over again, that there was nothing to make up for.

Still, we had the time of our lives.

We went shopping in the city, stayed in the very luxurious hotel in which I currently stand. We got drunk under the Eiffel Tower, ate four course meals at fancy restaurants. We talked and talked and talked about the men we love, made plans for the rest of the summer, for the rest of our lives.

We now have a standing monthly appointment to see each other, no matter what country I happen to be in. And Blaise and Theo have both written to me, promising to come along.

Paris is the first stop on my summer world tour, and this hotel is the address that I sent to Draco.

He went back to Malfoy Manor to see his mother, and to set all of his affairs in order, leaving right from King's Cross after our final train ride.

We had sat with Onyx, Blaise, Theo, and even Pansy on the train. Theo and Pansy seemed to reconcile at the Seventh Year Ball, just as Draco and I did. They were cuddled up in their seats, laughing and joking with us just like they used to.

And when Pansy sat with us, she was so extremely friendly. Even to me.

It'll never be the same with her and I. And I don't want it to be. But being tucked into Draco's side, watching the landscape pass by out of the window and Pansy not saying even a single word made things somewhat better.

Draco even kissed me at the train station, in front of everyone.

And now I'm waiting for him to arrive, to join me, and to stay with me all summer and beyond.

But I'm pacing nervously, making periodic glances at the door, because there's a part of me that wonders if he's really going to show up.

I'm trying to get past the guilt, and his multiple exclamations of forgiveness have helped. But I don't understand, how he got past it so quickly. He was rotting from the inside out, for three months, and he forgave me within a day.

I sit down stiffly on the edge of the bed, toying with my angel wings.

We didn't even really talk about our plans, didn't make any promises. I just sent the address on to Malfoy Manor, telling him to meet me today, at this time.

And I didn't get a reply.

Maybe someone else will come here, someone who's not Draco, and I'll have my ass beaten for loving a pureblood.

But like Draco said, that's a little bit ridiculous.

I start wondering what I would do if he just didn't come. Would I go after him?

I know that I would. The chains between us aren't physical, but they're real. I'd find him and drag him along with me.

More minutes pass by and I get more nervous.

What if his parents convinced him to stay?

What if they told him more life changing information, like what was in the letter, and he changed his mind about me?

What if seeing his mother made him decide that he didn't want to leave her?

What if he saw the Manor, the luxury, the memories, and the history, and is now refusing to leave it?

What if he's dwelled over my mistakes, how I hurt him, and decided he doesn't forgive me? What if the damage was too much?

What if-

Oh bloody hell.

There's a knock on the door.

I let out an elated breath of relief and jump off the bed, already smiling. Every bit of doubt I just had, only a moment ago, is forgotten.

Because when I fling the door open,

He's there.

The End.