enchanted • draco malfoy

Year 6: Confessions

Felicity's POV

The first letter came the second week out of school. It simply read, "I'm sorry. I miss you."

I didn't respond. But I started wearing the necklace he'd given me in the beginning of 5th year again.

The second letter came four days later. This time, he told me what he loved about me.

In the third letter, a week and a half later, he said he was scared of a future without me.

The fourth letter read, "Please, Felicity. I need you."

I wrote back, "I'm here."

The reply was, "Diagon Alley, 8 o'clock tomorrow night."

I didn't need to answer that time.

~*~

I arrived at a minute past 8. Draco was already where I thought he'd be, even though he didn't specify where we were meeting.

Tucked away in an alley between two quiet stores, Draco pulled me into his arms the second I turned the corner into the narrow stretch of cobblestone. "Felicity," he breathed, his chin resting on the top of my head. Unsurprisingly, he had grown. Again. He towered above me as he pulled away.

"I- I didn't think you'd come," he murmured. His hair was ruffled and his voice was hoarse. "I didn't either," I lied. Draco's hands skimmed down my arms before linking our hands together. The action sent a shiver down my spine. "So why did you?" he asked quietly. I avoided his eyes as I answered. "Figured I'd hear you out," I replied. And I miss you like hell, even though I really shouldn't.

"I just- I need you in my life, Felicity. I need you. My parents. . . You've been the only solid thing in my life for years now, the only one always there, and never expecting anything in return," he whispered. I finally raised my eyes to meet his. The tears shining there startled me.

"And now," his voice broke, "My father is in Azkaban and there always seems to be Death Eaters in my house and everyone wants me to do things their way and I don't want any of this-" "Draco," I interrupted gently. I lifted my hand and placed it on his cheek. "I understand. And I'm sorry about your father." Even though he tried to murder me and my friends.

Draco leaned into my touch like a cat. "He would've killed you, if he'd had the chance. I wish he weren't in Azkaban, but. . . it makes it easier to see you." Tears pricked my eyes. "I missed you too, Draco," I said softly.

A clock chimed in a far-off shop and Draco pulled away slightly. "I don't need you to forgive me," he said, "But I need you." He took a step back, towards the entrance of the alleyway. "I love you, Felicity." He turned the corner before I could answer, leaving me more confused and troubled than before.

~*~

A month later, a month of sending letters back and forth to Draco, of falling in love with him all over again, and I was at the Burrow with Hermione, trying to hide the parchment I was writing to him on.

"What's that sound?" I asked Mione suddenly, brow furrowed. It sounded like Hedwig, Harry's owl. Marvin, my own owl, chirped from beside me. Hermione shrugged, taking the toothbrush out of her mouth as we walked to the stairwell.

"Is that an owl I heard?" she called down. Ginny replied, "You haven't seen him, have you? Apparently he's wandering about the house." I pouted. My own best friend didn't even tell us he was coming? "Really?" I asked.

"Really," Harry's voice replied from downstairs. Hermione nearly pushed me over in her excitement; I followed down a bit more carefully.

By the time I arrived in the kitchen, Hermione was letting go of Harry and Molly was engulfing him in a hug. "What a lovely surprise!" she trilled, "Why didn't you let us know you were coming?" As he always did when Mrs. Weasley greeted him with such boundless enthusiasm, Harry looked embarrassed and happy. "I didn't know. Dumbledore," he explained.