Unhealed wounds ➣ Drarry ; Scorbus

Chapter thirty-three

Draco had managed to prepare the potion with the greatest accuracy.
Every single ingredient had been gathered with the highest precision and the potion stirred with an almost painful calm.

The elder Malfoy had worked on it for the rest of February. He started as soon as his son gave him the recipe in the book that Lily, the witch they had met in Aberdeen, had given the boys as a gift.

He then had kept working and sweating in front of the cauldron for the whole month of March, Hermione Granger sometimes next to him, helping and giving advice, and surprisingly Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom, helping to find all the ingredients in the greenhouse they shared.

The night Draco stirred it the last time, Harry was there, next to him.

«I finished it» he whispered. It was past midnight, he didn't know the time precisely since they both had lost track of it.

«You did?» the golden boy, now man, asked, stepping closer to the desk.

«Yeah,» he muttered, «I did».

And then he turned to him. And now they were face to face. No walls or barriers between them. Not physically and not mentally.

Yet, in the end, it would have always been them no? Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, the ones who never got to have their own love story. They arci nemesis who just had been written in a bad romance.

«I think Albus is gonna ask Scorpius soon» Harry suddenly said.

«To drink it?»

«To marry him»

Draco's eyes widened a bit for the unexpected answer, «What?»

«They're probably gonna drink the potion the second after you give it to them and you know it. Don't act so surprised» the raven-haired's lips opened in a melancholic but soft smile.

«But they're so young,» the blond mumbled, «marriage is-»

«Age is relative» the Chosen One replied «And so is time. You should know it better than anybody else».

Harry looked at Draco right in the eyes and for the very first time after so many years, the soulmates who didn't have the courage to end up together, looked at each other as if their worlds were colliding. Green was mixing and melting with grey again.

«Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if Scorpius never found my old diary» the grey-eyed spoke first, breaking the silence but not the eye-contact.

«Although we can see clearly how much they have suffered, I don't think he regrets having found it. And I think the universe had his plan prepared. Finally, a Malfoy and a Potter can reunite» at those words, Draco's mouth opened in a slight, weak smile too, just like the one that was on Harry's.

«Did you write about me this much, anyway?» he asked all of a sudden.

But anyway, Draco didn't agitate, «I did. It helped a lot to move on».

«Maybe someday you'll let me read it,» Harry grinned and Draco did too, although it was more like a chuckle.

«No, I don't think I will. But a man can dream, no?» the grin didn't leave his face but it transformed into a little smile after some seconds.

Harry's did. He looked at him with eyes full of sorrow, «I'm so sorry for how I fled. How I treated you. Seriously, I-»

«Don't». That was when Draco broke the eye-contact, looking down at the potion on the wooden table next to them. «Don't be sorry. I've already forgiven you a lot of time ago. It happened. Maybe we were just soulmates who weren't destined to end up together»