𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝. - 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

"I don't feel sorry. I don't think I ever will."

The sky, so clear as the weather started to turn from the warm, incandescent autumn to cold, frigid winter. Wrapped in blankets on the cool ground that had frost on every blade of grass, Primrose and Draco with warm cups of tea in their hands.

Nothing. Nothing in this world made the boy more happy then being next to the rose-cheeked girl that he had his arms around.

They sat in front of the Black Lake, deciding to skip the long school day, Leaned against a willow tree, one that doesn't try kill any unsuspecting student walking the grounds.

Now it was the beginning of November and to anybody else, the Slytherin party was faint of memory. The two had not forgotten the incident, and Draco had done nothing but hard work to make it up to his Primrose. And she certainly didn't make it easy for him, but he still worked his way back into the mellow girl's heart.

Even if she wanted to hold it against him she couldn't for two good reasons, her kind, empathetic heart wouldn't allow it, and she could see how desperately the boy wanted to fix things. He wanted to make her heart soar again when he looked at her.

He had never fought so hard for a person before. He didn't want to. He didn't want to become addicted to the girl. He didn't want to hurt to, to make it any easier for her to become a victim of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, but after Ravenna practically sacrificed herself so neither he, nor his sister had to suffer the mark of the Dark Lord, he saw hope. He could find his way back to his love. His Prim.

After a while of battling for her, she forgave him, and now here they are sharing tea on the frosty day. This was everything to him. Everything and more. Nothing like her could warm his cold heart. Nothing like her could make him smile as he smiles at her. She truly was his biggest weakness.

"You're coming for Christmas break." He demanded out of nowhere. Prim looked at him through her eye lashes, her head leaned against his broad shoulder.

"Please."

The Hufflepuff smiled, "And are we sure this is a good idea?" she said putting her cup on the ground.

Nope, it most certainly is not.

He knew there was always the chance something could happen. But after being without her for so long he didn't think that he could handle less than two weeks without the girl.

He pulled the girl onto his lap, his hands caressing her thighs as her arms stretched around his neck.

"Just come. You're mistaken if you think I'll let something happen to you." he whispered gently.

The blonde-haired girl smiled, she loved when he got defensive over her.

"I'll come." She whispered back, with her lips close to his. His hand on her waist, he squeezed on her soft skin. Needy. He'd get so needy for her.