Aftermath • Drarry

025

If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any spring - Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

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'Do you guys have everything?' Cecilia asked us again. I looked over to see Harry standing next to me with a sunglass balancing on his nose instead of his usual glasses. He was holding a picnicbasket into his left hand and in his right hand he was holding rackets to play some sort of muggle game named badminton.

I was holding a few picnic blankets, and a box which kept the our drinks cold.

'I believe we do,' dr. Dolan said, nodding her head. She was not wearing her usual outfit that consisted out of a neat suit. No, today she wore a dress with sunflowers on it. Cecilia had switched her usual blue outfit that looked the same with as our outfits for a comfortable jumpsuit. 'Shall we go then?' Honey asked happily. Next to her were standing three other male nurses that would be coming with us, even though we would go to a closed park that was placed next to this building. We all agreed happily and followed the two women to the door.

'I cannot believe that I can finally leave,' the black-haired girl that I had grown found of said happily. 'Even though it is just for now.'

I grabbed her hand and squeezed it softly in agreement. Her hand was soft, but not as soft as the hands of a certain boy who was walking behind us. Without reconsidering it my head turned around as my eyes found two beautiful green ones. Harry immediately smiled at me, filling my body with warm tingles while doing so. I knew that not talking to anyone about the way Harry made me feel would eventually drive me crazy, however I did not feel like talking about those feelings with dr. Dolan nor Harry, Lucia could be a safe option but to be honest I really did not know her that well.

The only thing that I did know was that my head felt like a ticking time bomb that could explode any moment from confusion. There were so many things I wanted to ask to Harry, to myself and to no-one in particular. I longed for stability, for knowing at what point our "relationship" exactly was. I just wanted to know if this was something my mind had made up to cheer me up in some way, even though I did not feel cheered up at all at that moment. But what if it was actually real? What if Harry felt some kind of way for me as well, some way that was not just a friendship kind of way?

I could not forget about Ginny Weasley; the girl who had sacrificed everything for Harry. The girl who had been there through tick and tin when I was not even in the picture as anything but a bully yet. There love for each other had so much more meaning then my stupid feelings.

I also never reconsidered myself falling in love with a boy, but that had not even seem to bother me until that moment. I knew my dad would absolutely hate it, he would probably despite me and wish I would have never been born. That sort of made me happy though; pissing him off was something that made me some sort of weird satisfied way. All those wasted years in which I had tried to make him proud had let to absolutely nothing, now it was time for him to be really disappointed in me.

'Draco?' I heard a male voice ask me. My eyes left the street beneath my feet as I looked into the prettiest eyes God had ever given to a human being. 'We are here,' he announced with a gentle smile lying on his lips. His hand grabbed mine as he stepped aside, allowing me to see the piece of nature lying in front of me. It was amazing. As far as the eye could reach. There were small children running around, laughing, elderly people who walked together and parents leaning against the trees looking at their children with a satisfied smile.

'It is beautiful, is it not?' Harry asked me softly. 'Not as beautiful as you are,' I spoke out loud before realising what I had actually said. I could feel my cheeks getting hot and turning into a dark-red colour, something that also seemed to happen to the boy standing next to me. The rest of the group was standing a few feet away from us, the only one that seemed to pay attention to us was Lucia, who once again raised her dark eyebrows. Before I could speak up and say something that might could cover up how much I had sounded like some creep Cecilia called us.