Closest To Heaven That I'll Ever Be. *Complete*

34. Justice

When I woke, it was bright outside. I found myself in an unbelievably comfortable bed with no idea how I got there or in fact where I was. 

I wasn't wearing my dress but a pair of green silk pyjamas, that knew I didn't own. The room was very grand with it's four-poster bed and black satin sheets. I was beginning to panic when the bedroom door opened.

I was thinking of a way to shield myself, having no clue where my wand was, when Draco's head peeked around the door. His sad face looked like he hadn't slept. "You're awake. I am so pleased. You really had me worried there." He stepped into the room and closed the door making his way across the bedroom in a few strides. 

I expected him to come and sit next to me, so my heart sank a little when he sat at the end of the bed, on the opposite side to me. "How do you feel?" He asked quietly.

"I have been better, but I am much improved from last night. I am so sorry if I worried you." I bit my lip.

"I apparate, splinch you and you are apologising."

"It was hardly your fault. You were trying to get away from me and I followed after you. No one is to blame but me for being an unprepared idiot." I tried to push myself up and hissed in pain. 

"Here take this. Father made a batch yesterday. We were lucky." He handed me a vial that read 'Pick Me Up Potion' and another that read 'Pain Perpetrator'. I quickly downed them both and sighed in relief as the pain washed away, and I was left feeling...well pretty great, actually. "Better?" He asked and I nodded.

He was looking down at the bed. Drawing circles on the sheets not daring to look up. "Draco? Why did you leave? What happened?"

"It does not matter." He answered sorrowfully.

"It does. You still can't even look me in the eye." He still didn't look up. "Draco, please?"

"It's not important. Honest. I was drunk. My emotions running high and -"

"Don't do that!" I begged. I could tell when he was lying to me. I knew there was something wrong. I knew he was worried or overthinking something. And he was downplaying it. 

"What?"

"We are meant to be a couple. Couples share their problems. They share their pain, worries and whatever is getting to them. You are lying. Something is wrong. I know it is. And you not telling me makes me feel like, I have done something wrong. Whatever it is, I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you and -"

"You didn't!" He said looking up to me finally. 

"So tell me what is wrong. We can work it out together."

He sighed. "If I tell you, you may hate me."

"I could never hate you. Please?"

"Promise you won't hate me?" He begged.

"I promise." I knew that no matter what he told me, I could never hate him.

"Ok" he sighed again. "It's just when you told us about you making us equal partners. I mean...I don't know if you know this or not, but part of the reason that my father escaped decades of jail time is that my family made several very large donations to the Ministry and to Hogwarts to help rebuild it. We had enough money to do so. But...em...since the war, well our accounts and things were frozen, so we wouldn't run away and quite a bit of our fortune is still em...being held by the Ministry. Also, a lot of my father's business associates, pulled out of working with him."

I nodded. 

"He has had to close several businesses, and it has meant that to keep the others afloat and ensure that no one loses their jobs, well it's been a huge strain on us and had seriously depleted what we had hidden in our Manor....the money we didn't have in the bank."