silent and colourless | d.m. [✔]

11 | in which

IN WHICH,
i find myself in draco malfoy's private dorm.

[this was a goddamn  hard chapter to write. vote.]

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I wake up in his bed,
in his sweet smelling sheets,
more safe than I had ever been.

He was in the bathroom,
dabbing something over
a purple, bruised eye.

I lie there,
staring at the focused look on
his face
through the mirror —
the scrunched eyebrow,
the wrinkled nose,
the pink cheeks,
the pinker lips.

His eyes flicker to the bed,
and he sees me sitting up,
staring at him,
he turned around.

He looked like hell,
bruised left eye,
punched cheeks,
bleeding nose.

And I'd done it to
him.

"I'm sorry,"
I say, 
the words slip off
my tongue like water.

He shrugs,
"It's fine."
But it isn't,
both he and I know
it.

"You have some anger issues,
But that's okay."

That's okay,
That's okay,
That's okay,
the words whirl around me
sucking me into their comfort,
so far removed from reality.

I feel a sob coming up,
tearing through my chest
like a runaway horse,
wild and chaotic.

It bursts out,
as I break down,
just for a moment,
and my head falls into my
palms,
to support myself when
I'm falling.

But then there are
two other hands,
pulling me into dark, mint chocolate,
and supporting me,
when I'm falling.

I lean into him,
the comfort he offers;
as if I hadn't punched and kicked him
a few hours before.

Forgiveness is rare,
and only there
in those who experienced
the brutality of unforgiveness.

I hang onto him,
on his lap,
hands all over him,
and he does the same to me.

His hands are on my waist,
holding me tightly against him.

A kiss in my hair,
a ruffle of wind,
and
a kiss on my lips.

Wild,
looking for everything
either didn't have,
tasting of the shadows of regret
on the astronomy tower.

Refreshing mint 
intertwines
with the
bittersweet
cinnamon.

By god,
we were a match
made in hell,
making their way up to
heaven.

That night,
I first tasted heaven,
in the form of Draco Malfoy.