Returned- Drarry COMPLETE

Chapter 25

—Draco POV—

"I missed this... us." I heard Harry whisper.

"Me too." I told him. I took to playing with his hair. I don't know why I do it, really. His hair is just so soft. Especially on the days when he washes it, which was today. After a few quite comfortable minutes, relishing in the idea of just being able to hold Harry again, he moved up, so we could see eye to eye. I let him bring his hand to my hair, brushing it back, before letting his hand simply rest by my face. I closed my eyes, bringing our foreheads together. I didn't realize he had moved to kiss me until I felt the familiar tingle spread across my cheeks and throughout my body. I immediately kissed back.

Things may have gotten a bit... urgent. We really hadn't done a single thing in an entire month. Every single second of it was pure bliss, and for a while, I had entirely forgotten about Scorpius and our conversation. I had entirely forgotten about Harry's health; I had completely forgotten about Daily Prophet. It was just us, and it was perfect.

Thankfully, the next morning, Harry did not protest the idea of visiting Godric's Hollow Cemetery. Scorpius slept soundly last night, and although he wet himself again, it was no setback. Though I must admit, it's worrying me slightly. I need to find books and do research on that. Hopefully, he doesn't need a healer.

We got there, noticing the area was quiet as usual. The Seven Swans was not very busy, and most people were not home. This didn't pose as surprising; after all, it's a Thursday. I asked Harry to give me and Scorpius a few moments, and he obliged, deciding to go visit his own parents' graves on the other side of the cemetery.

"Go on, you can sit right by her." I told Scorpius, gesturing towards her gravestone. This is the first time I visit her since she's passed, and I'm glad to be able to do it with Scorpius. I sat down next to him, in front of her. With a swift movement of my wand I cleaned it up, and then I conjured her some flowers, placing them next to some others she had there- probably from her sister, but I wouldn't know.

I lost contact with Astoria's parents because they, like my parents, did not approve of our changing views on blood supremacy. Her sister supported us through our marriage, but when Astoria left, Daphne stopped speaking to everybody. We never spoke to or saw each other again.

"Would you like to go first?" I asked Scorpius, He looked up at me before redirecting his attention to Astoria's name, engraved on the headstone.

"Can you start? I don't know what to say." He said honestly.

"Okay." I responded. "Hello..." I paused for a second. Maybe I needed this as much as Scorpius. There are too many things I haven't told her. "It's me, and Scorpius... our son. We just decided we should pay you a visit. We hope everything is going well up there..." I stole a glance towards the sky.

"Go ahead and say something, Scor." I said, looking at Scorpius.

"Hi mummy. It's me, Scorpius." I put my hand on his shoulder. "When dada told me I could talk to you I thought it was a joke... but he doesn't make jokes. How are you?" There was a brief silence. "Dada used to show me pictures of you and me and him. But I was tiny like a little bean. You were real pretty though. What's it like where you are? Do you have friends?" More silence.

"Dada is really good at teaching me stuff. We read and write and do maths almost every day. I'm also learning about The Tales of Beedle the Bard. Dada let me read the same one that he read when he was my age. It's old and it has his name on it in big letters." I smiled at my son's words, taking in his innocent and childlike expression as he spoke to his mother's headstone.

"Did you know that Dada says I'm smarter than he was when he was my age? He says that he was one of the best students at his school. He says that when I turn eleven, I'm going to go to the same school as him and you. Dada, what else do I tell her?"

"Anything you'd like to say, or, you can also say things in your head, and she'll hear it." I replied to him.

"Can I tell her about Teddy?" He asked.

"Of course." I told him simply.

"I have a friend. His name is Teddy. He can make himself look like anyone or anything. We have a lot of fun together. We also talk a lot. We're a lot the same. He's a lot older than me. He's already eleven years old."

—Harry POV—

When I reached my parents, I noticed they had fresh flowers, and my first thought was that it may have been Ginny, or Ron and Hermione. A soft smile came across my face.

"Hi mum, dad. I'm visiting today. Things are absolutely mad out here. I wonder what you would think of it all, really. I bet things are nice and simple where you are now. Everything is warm, the sun is shining, and somehow I still manage to feel cold most nights. My mind brings up so many questions that it gives me headaches." I brushed my hand over their names. "I'm visiting you while Draco and his son talk to Astoria Greengrass. I bet you've met her by now up there..." I looked around to see Scorpius in the distance, sitting next to Draco and talking. "Sometimes, I wonder if Draco doesn't love me because his heart will always belong to her... We never talk about it, and I haven't the slightest idea if they even cared about each other that deeply... but sometimes I wonder. Then I force myself to remember that she's passed away, and that she was important to him, no matter if it was an inseparable love or not. Death hurts. Especially when you care about the person that's gone. I think that's why I don't mention it." I took a breath.

"I don't think I mention it because I understand death. And I know that whether what I think is true or not, it's probably the most insensitive thing I could ever dare to ask him. And I care about him, and I value our relationship too much to cross that boundary. She's gone, and he's moved on. He's told me that much." I took a moment to admire the purple flowers.

"You would love his son. He's really quite the happy boy. He's also bloody brilliant. I... I hate knowing that I affected that. He hasn't been himself lately... neither of them, really. I still can't believe how much Draco has changed, mum. He really isn't the bloody sodding git from our childhood- really. I... I think I love him. I can't say that though. Not yet... I hope all is well for you up there. I hope that you all are having fun, laughing and smiling. All of you. Everyone." I head a swirl and a pop, and swiftly turned my head. Somebody is here.

I looked around, seeing no one I didn't recognize. Draco and Scorpius were still sat by Astoria's grave, and they were the only people I could find at all. I heard what sounded like a rapid chirping, and a tick. I looked around, spotting a swish of blueish-black. My eyes widened in realization as I sprung to my feet, pointing my wand out, watching as a blue and white light blasted from the tip, causing the small creature to grow. I came face-to-face with white curly hair, a green coat, and pointed glasses.