Professor Malfoy

65 | farewell

Chapter 65
__________

After almost an hour of discussing and going through our options, we've decided the most logical one. Logical and heartbreaking.

Draco makes us camomile tea and rolls a special blend with calming effects he made to smoke later in the evening. We hop in the shower together, have a quick steamy sex in there and a long one right after. Neither one of us said it out loud, but we didn't even have to - our minds are linked, we thought the same thing: our last love making, last touches, kisses, smiles, moans.

Collapsing on the bed with my head placed on his chest and our legs tangled, we stay quiet for a long while. The office is dark, the few candles are the only sources of light if I don't count the illuminating blue light coming from the Ravenclaw common room.

Deep melancholy lingers in the air among with the camomile scent coming from the tea pot. Draco gently strokes my bare back, his fingers cold as ever despite the room being warm. I can't stop looking at him. I keep staring and staring, trying to remember every single detail of his face, the rare hair color of his, the strange shade of blue in his eyes, the purple veins on his hands and arms...everything.

"I don't think I can survive this," he whispers, almost chokes on the words as if he was about to cry.

I swallow a huge ball in my throat. "You're mine, I'm yours. No spell will ever change that." I say as I kiss his bottom lip one more time.

One more time before we'll eventually have to get up from this bed and do what needs to be done. We can't hide in the office forever. Even if I want nothing else.

"I've..." he says out loud this time, "I've been through lot in my life. My father being a bully most of my life, forcing me to do bad, sick things, my mother's death, almost all job applications turned down because of my family, then Astoria and everything...but this is by far the absolute worst," he pauses to take a breath, "but I keep thinking...maybe if we go through this and disappear for a few years, then I can build us a house, somewhere far away from everyone-"

"Draco," I stop him, shaking my head.

I don't want a life like that. To be hiding for the rest of my life. I want to lead a normal life with him by my side like normal people do.

"I know..." he mutters.

"Even after ten years, you'll still have a son who  will need a father. He will always need you, you need him,"

"I know," he pulls me even closer toward him, "but I also need you."

I breathe out and close my eyes for a bit. The fire in the candles is cracking, the bedsheets smell like his cologne and the bit turns into the whole night.

~•~

I knew, I knew it when the fresh and warm sun rays met the skin of my face, when I opened my eyes and realized it's morning, I knew we overslept.

No. We weren't even supposed to fall asleep.

My body quickly shifts forward into a seated position, brushing my fingers through my eyes glued with salty tears.

It feels like a crime to wake him up when he sleeps so peacefully next to me. So calm. Like the world isn't about to just end for us.

After staring at his sleeping body and gorgeous face, after stroking the skin of his bare, soft back, I wake him up with a simple, "good morning."

He opens his eyes almost immediately, then, as he realizes it's light outside, he sits up, too.

"We overslept, didn't we?"