All I Ask Of You (Sequel to "The Point Of No Return (Draco Malfoy)"

Epilogue

          Saying goodbye to my friends was one thing. But saying goodbye to Draco was another. As I turned to my cart I saw him leaning patiently on the edge of a brick pillar that stretched up to the ceiling, waiting.

            Monica was suddenly there too, by my side, her hand on my shoulder.

            “Go.” She said softly.

            I looked at her in desperation and confusion.

            “I’ll watch your trunk.” She shooed me away and pulled our belongings to the wall.

            Too soon I stood in front of Draco and wondered what he had to say. My feet felt like cinderblocks weighing my body down, willing me not to move. Was his long goodbye earlier not enough? Because it wasn’t enough for me.

            He guided me to a shadowed section of the platform, hiding me behind a brick wall. Butterflies flew in my stomach. My heart beat in my throat. The air was humid and busy with the hum of students and families.

            “I know you’re scared,” He said in a whisper, his gray eyes threatening to flood with tears, “because I am too.”

            He blinked back the waterworks but I’d never been that strong. Salty tears ran freely down my cheeks. I didn’t wipe them away.

            “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

            “It’s not your fault.” I said gently.

            “Natalie, I can never leave you. Forever couldn’t possibly be long enough for me and you.” He confessed. “I’ll do anything it takes to keep you. And that includes letting you go.”

            Just as my heart began to flutter it fell to the floor and shattered into a million pieces. “I put you in danger.” He said. “And if you are hurt because of me… I couldn’t...”

            “I won’t get in the way.” I pleaded.

            “I promise you I’ll come back. I’ll come back and everything will be fine. I’ll take you to the house in Switzerland. You can have anything you can dream of. You can have it all.”

            “That’s not what I want.” I whispered.

            My eyes were locked on his and all I could feel was pain. The sting of the etchings were carried by my tears, down my face and neck, burning, mirroring the pain I felt inside. Am I dying?

            “Trust me.” He eventually said. “That’s all I ask of you.”

            His lips on mine stopped my protest. Once again the pain subsided just a bit. I tried my best to memorize his kiss, the way his lips were soft but forceful, the way his fingers held my jaw, the way he showed me exactly how he felt in a few short seconds.

            He pulled away, kissed my forehead, and slowly walked away.

            My heart jerked forward, urging me to run after him, but his pace picked up and soon he was gone, lost in a sea of people. I had so much to say and not a chance to say it. I had a lifetime worth of feelings to share. I finally had a word for him to hear and not a hope of telling him. He was gone.

           

“But I love you.”

           

“Now we’re back to the beginning, it’s just a feeling and no one knows yet. But just because they can’t feel it too doesn’t mean that you have to forget.”

-Regina Spektor, “The Call”