Perfect Illusions (Drastoria)

Chapter Seven - Quidditch

Chapter Seven: Quidditch

It had been a month since what had became known as the Battle of Hogwarts, and Draco still hadn't shown up. I was starting to worry. I had some kids my age that I would consider friends around my neighborhood, but we didn't hang out that month. I didn't do anything. I never had reason to. I just hung out at home; sleeping, eating, reading, sleeping.

Then April's parents told us they had to move. April's dad got a new job that needed them to move. We all ate supper together for the last time at our house somberly, and the goodbye was very tearful. This prolonged my moping around at the house.

One day, I finally decided I was going to move on. If Draco couldn't come, he couldn't. If April's parents couldn't stay, they couldn't. It wasn't my fault, and I couldn't bum around the house anymore.

I didn't feel like dressing up, so I took a shower, changed into a t-shirt and some gym pants, and did my hair up in a messy bun.

"Mum, I'm going to the park!" I yelled across the house to my mother.

"Alright, be careful!" she replied.

I grabbed a notebook and a pencil and walked to the park, looking around and thinking about how much the town had changed in the past few years. It had become more kid-friendly, with the new park and whatnot.

Once I got to the park, I sat on one of the benches and drew one of the weeping willow trees in the park. As I looked back over to look more closely at the details of the leaves, I saw someone in the distance. Normally, this wouldn't phase me like it did, but there was no mistaking the messy white-blond hair blowing all over the place in the wind.

He was wearing a elbow length light blue button-up shirt with a light-weight blue and yellow argyle vest over it, khaki pants, and brown shoes. It was the most handsome I had ever seen him look, ever.

I put down my pencil and the notebook, still staring at the figure, making sure it was him.

And then he smiled at me, his eyes sparkling.

I jumped up and ran to him, colliding with his warm embrace so hard that we both almost fell back into the grass beneath us.

I was laughing. Laughing like I hadn't laughed since I didn't even know when. I looked up at him, beaming, and his eyes locked on mine. I stood up on my tippy-toes and kissed him, feeling his arms tighten around me. Our lips broke apart after a while, but he still kept his arms around my waist, and I kept mine around his back.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, still laughing a little as I said it.

"I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner," Draco said, "My father..."

"What about your father?"

"Well, he didn't want me coming here, he didn't want me being around you.

"Why not?" I asked.

Draco let go of my waist and took my hand then, and we walked back to where I was sitting and sat on the bench.

"Because..." and he took a breath before going on, "Because he doesn't want me seeing you."

I looked at Draco, fearing that he was going to leave me.

He saw this in my eyes and quickly said, "But that's not going to stop me from seeing you, Tori. I love you. And he can't take that away from us." he took both of my hands in his, smiling at me. I laid my head on his chest, so glad to feel his arms around me again.

Draco had rented an apartment a few blocks down from our house, and he came over for meals regularly. We never minded; we were the ones who invited him to come over. Despite his past, my mother liked Draco. She said he was polite and courteous; a true gentleman. I was happy now, feeling better than I had in a while.