What I Want | Draco Malfoy

Chapter Seven: Tears and Kisses

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Lennon moved out of her cottage and into her new place with Draco within a week. She had a small ache in her chest and leaving her home. She had lived there for a few years and had so many memories, but she was thankful to get away from the thoughts of Fred. Lennon almost stopped by to see Charlie on many occasions as she was packing, but couldn't ever get herself to do so. Draco could see the pain on Lennon's face when she thought he wasn't paying attention. Her face would fall, she would zone out, and it would be as if the world stop. The small reaction might be missed by some, but Draco couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart to want to reach out and help her each time it happened. It was Lennon's first night in her new room that really brought the two together.
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The crying was what first woke Draco up, but the screaming that followed had him out of his bed within seconds. He grabbed his wand and ran to Lennon's room, wand at the ready for whatever was behind the door. A sense of fear washed over Draco as he quietly opened the door. It wasn't until Draco's eyes adjusted to the moonlight hitting Lennon's face that he realized what was happening. "Lennon," Draco whispered as he walked over to the beautiful woman. She whimpered and yelled again, thrashing around in her bed like she was fighting something. "Fred, NO!" Lennon yelled loudly. She sat up right in her bed, eyes wide open with fear. Her breathing suddenly slowed back to an almost normal pace when her eyes met Draco's. His wand was in his hand and he looked tense. "I heard you screaming so I came." Draco explained softly, not sure what else to say. A pang in his chest made him wonder if she was going to accuse him of attacking her. "It was terrible, Draco." Lennon finally spoke, pulling her legs to her chest. Draco realized she was dressed in only a big t-shirt, the moonlight shined across her thighs and danced across her body. He looked back up at her face when he realized he could see her lace covered, pale yellow panties. Draco sat beside Lennon in her bed and let Lennon lay her head on his bare chest. Lennon couldn't help but stare at the barely dressed man that was in front of her. The two were aching with different issues from the same war. "I watched him die and I couldn't stop it." Lennon admitted aloud for the first time. Draco's eyes followed where Lennon was staring at realized she was brushing her fingers across his Dark Mark. "Lennon, I-" He starts to explain himself but was met with Lennon's tear filled eyes. "What side were you on?" She questioned, wondering if George and Charlie were right about him. "I was surviving, love." Draco whispered, pulling his arm away from her and recoiling from her touch. He stood from her bed and turned his toned back towards her, staring out the window. "I didn't belong with them, but I had no choice. My Mother would have died and I couldn't live knowing I caused that. My Father never stood up for us anyway." Draco spoke with a venom Lennon wasn't used to. It shocked Draco when he felt arms wrap around him. Lennon's hands softly trailed Draco's chest until he couldn't take it anymore. He turned around and grabbed Lennon's waist, shoving her onto the bed. The movement shocked Lennon, but before she could speak her lips were against Draco's. All the passion and anger their words couldn't explain came out as Draco held the back of her head and tightened his grip of his hands in her hair. A gasp came out of Lennon's mouth as his lips moved down to her neck, causing Draco to stop and look up. The two were breathless as they stared at each other, not knowing what to say. "I should go. This was a mistake—we were both upset." Draco stumbled over his words as he backed away from Lennon. She sat, confused and mouth slightly opened from shock. She nodded at Draco as he quickly left the room, running a hand through his messy hair. When the door shut behind him, Lennon was left alone to her thoughts again. Instead of Fred, one thing wouldn't leave her mind;
Why did I like that?

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