Aftermath • Drarry

Extra chapter!

Hello my darlings,

To celebrate my 5-years anniversary on Wattpad I have decided to write and extra Chapter. @Ashxx274 gave me the idea when she asked me if I had written a chapter in which Harry had not died.

So, here it is. Sort of. This chapter is Draco's imagination of how their life could have turned out if Harry had not died in the fire. In this chapter, it is at least five years after the fire.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

I also want to thank all of you again for your support. It truly means the world to me and I cannot believe how many kind souls have read the book, how many have left a vote or a kind comment. Without you, I would have never written this extra chapter. So, thank you, so, so much for everything.

Lots of love,

BrokenR
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If this was a dream

Then at least I've got

Memories for when morning comes

Now that I must leave with a heavy heart - Anson Seabra; Welcome to Wonderland

When I think of you, I like to think about all the things that made me fall in love with you. The way you smiled, the way your emerald eyes looked at me as if they are trying to climb into my soul. Someone once said that the eyes were the doors of the soul. I never understood what that meant, until I met you.

When I think of you, I remember the way your hair smelled like cheap shampoo. I remember the way my name rolled of your beautiful pink lips. Lips that I would love to kiss until mine were sore.

Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I imagine the life we were going to have. I imagine waking up next to you on a Sunday morning, in our warm and cosy bed.

'Good morning,' your raspy morning voice would whisper.

'Are you staring at me?' I would whisper in return, with a smile on my lips. My eyes would meet yours and we would both blush like newlyweds, even though we had been married for years. My love for you would grow bigger and deeper as each day passes. I would fall in love with not only the beautiful and bright sides of you, but also with the darker ones. With the sides that you tried to hide for most people.

'Of course, I am,' you would reply without any doubt or shame. 'I like to stare at art. I love to appreciate it, so I take my time.'

I would laugh it off, not realizing how lucky I am to hear you say those words. 'Sure, Casanova let us get out of bed. We have a long day ahead.'

'Really? Are we doing something?' you would ask me with a mischievous smile on your lips and a naught look in those gorgeous emerald eyes. Because I was thinking of something else, we could do to kill some time.

Your hands would slowly touch the side of my cheek while your lips were attacking mine. I would feel your other hand caressing my bare chest. A low groan would leave my lips as soon as the hand made his way to the lower have of my body.

'I would rather make my beautiful husband feel good.'

The first moan would leave my lips, soon followed by many more. Only you could make me feel so good and special. Every time we kissed would feel as good as the first time. Every time you would make me feel good would be a dream coming true. I would pleasure you in a way only I could, just to hear my name leave your lips in desperate begs.

I would be the only one who could touch you like that. The only one who could make you scream in pleasure. In return, I would only let you touch me. We would be inseparable. Together, we could conquer all the bad and the evil in the world around us.