Just Friends || Draco Malfoy✔️

Epilogue

When Draco out of nowhere races down on his broom with the golden snitch in the hand of his, the entire school in their stands goes loud.

Every single Slytherin screams their souls out of the tops of their lungs. Me undoubtedly being included.

I am here, standing at the side of the Quidditch field, other than every other student.

They are sitting up in the stands, while I try to support my boyfriend in the best possible way. From down here.

People above me scream, shout, yell. I grin. I grin and see the Quidditch players making their ways down and slowly after one another, hopping off their brooms.

Many of them head off field. Everyone of them. Nearly everyone.

Draco of course is the one to stay standing in the middle of the play field.
He has his broom dropped to the ground, and when I spot him, he does not look like he is planning to leave.

He looks at me. He looks at me and then I see a wide grin appear on his face.

When I'm almost about to call and motion him to finally come over to me, he doesn't give me the chance to.

He holds out his arms. He holds out his arms, stretched towards me. 

First, I don't believe he can possibly mean what I think he does. But then he nudges his head, hinting into direction of the field and I know exactly how right my assumption are.

I shake my head at first.

He keeps holding out his arm to me, his smile growing wider and wider. The majority of our school must already be watching him from upwards.

I overhear students upwards, wondering what the hell he is doing.

Oh, I am asking myself the same.

He nods at me one last time and then I start walking.
I cannot even believe I am doing this.

I begin walking into his direction. So does he towards me. I shake my head knowingly at him from afar. He shrugs his shoulders innocently and so we get closer and closer. Closer and closer until I finally reach him and jump into his arms.

I wrap my arms tightly around his neck and press myself into him.

I take in his sweet scent, as I enjoy everything about his firm grip.
I pull away, yet keep my arms hooked around his neck.

I look up at him He looks down at me.
Then he smirks.

"Haven't you forgotten something?"
I muster him irritated.
Moments later, it occurs to me.

I lean in and softly press my lips against his cheek. But he just shakes his head.
"I meant something different." He continues, smug grin on.

I grin back at him as I pull his face down to mine, lean in and finally press my lips hard against his soft lips.

I hear voices from upwards, but focus on him.
Only him..

"You really had to make me do this, didn't you?" I whisper, after pulling back.
  "Now everyone finally knows you're mine."

I look at him for a moment.
"I love you, Draco."
"I love you, Evie."

And so he presses his lips on mine for another time..

I had been so wrong the entire time.
I didn't want different. I wanted Draco.