I Have To Tell You Something (d.m x reader)

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I had apparated us to where she had last time.

"No breaking of the Hogwarts rules." She reminded, but quickly lost her thought as she looked out to the beach.

There was still some light with some dark clouds, everything was positively peaceful.

The way the water hit the sand calmly, the cold wind slowly blowing onto us, I loved it now.

I kicked off my shoes and socks as she undid her heels, and I helped her down the ledge.

I ran with her towards the middle of the beach. "Here is good." I said. She put down my blazer to the side, fixing her yellow dress so it didn't get in the way.

She sat on her knees and as did I, starting to dig a hole in the sand as she helped.

"I have to tell you some things that I have been keeping to myself about you."

"Oh, do tell me." She joked, as she kept digging.

"Your dress, it reminds me of the summer and the spring. You remind me of the summer and the spring." I admitted to her abruptly.

She slowed down and caught my hand as it was digging in the sand, holding it. I knew she wanted to talk but I interrupted her and she looked at me.

She always looked at me so intently, like she was studying me, like I was something she cared about, and it made me feel warm, and loved.

"Even though your fingers are cold like the autumn breeze as I hold them, and your lips soft like the snow when I kiss them, you remind me of the summer and the spring, happy, unbeknownst to rudeness, hatred, and darkness, you make me see the right in the world."

"You rehearsed that?" She asked, a bit of disappointment in her eye, so disappointed that she thought I would ever commit such act towards her.

"I never rehearse these things, you are something one can't rehearse things around, I wouldn't ever dare, you are someone I can be myself and so raw around, so thank you-"

"-No, thank you instead," she looked up at me. "Thank you for making me feel like myself, more like myself than I have in a while, since last year, since my mother, thank you for giving me that closure, for me, and for my mother, even if it is unbeknownst to her knowledge, you make me happy, and smile, and are charming in every form."

I nodded, a surprised smile bracing my lips as I was truly surprised ever that I could ever get someone to say these things about me.

I held her hand tighter.

"And I admit that I love you." She continued.

I wasted no time. "And I you. I admit that I love you. More than anything than I have before, it's a new feeling." I completely gave her my attention, afraid I was going to miss a small detail.

She sat up just a bit in surprise. "You do?"

I did the same.

"Was it not that obvious? Was it not obvious by the fact I kissed you, and tried to be so good to you?" I asked.

"You are good to me always." She said.

"And you love me?" I pointed to myself.

"Maybe throwing myself at you for a kiss was not enough." She chuckled.

"More than enough." I answered, completely entranced by her, and she nodded, letting go of my hand in the sand as we continued to dig a deep hole.

We finished the hole finally to what we thought was deep enough, and she undid the blazer wrapped around it.

"Wow, that is a horrid smell." She muttered, holding her nose.

Although, it was fine after a few seconds as the light wind blew it away.

She held the ends of my blazer, and rolled it in the hole.

Just like that one Macbeth opening, this was the ending.

I tilted my head to the side at her.

"What?"

"I'm not keeping that blazer.." I grabbed it from her and dumped it in the hole, and she laughed softly.

We quickly started covering up the hole with the piles and piles of sand in front of us, and quickly, the ground became flat again like it once was, like we were never here.

Grabbing her forearms, I helped her up and we brushed ourselves off of the sand.

I held out my open hand and she grabbed it as she stepped on the hole we just covered up. We walked along the water, her yellow dress catching the sand in the trail.

I finally knew what was the burning sensation in the back of my head.

It wasn't my paranoia, it wasn't fear of any death eater, but it was her.