Slytherin Tears

38. What We Are

Rowan Bailey

Summer has always been my favorite, making this one the best so far.

Draco and I stayed at the Manor more than we should have. I knew Narcissa has been letting me stay here, feeling sorry about the way I had to find out about my mother's death.

It's still confusing, not knowing what else they already know about me, that I don't.

Draco and I have read almost every book in this house. Whether we sneak to the library at night or miss lunch to sit on the couch together. He always reads as I would slowly 'fall asleep', but I never really did.

He would talk to my 'sleeping self' about the times we first got introduced, how he started reading to impress me, the moments he would fall in love with me all over again. I always stayed hidden in his neck, hiding my smile from him, telling me how much he loves me.

Waking him up early from all the mornings he's done it to me, just for him to tackle me down to stay cuddling more. Holding me down when I try to get out of bed, making us both stay longer together.

As much as we can't do anything without keeping in touch, it was always fun, I'm truly in love with Draco Malfoy.

We sat at the dinner table almost done with eating, knowing he'll just want to go cuddle after this.

Draco read's out loud the invitation that was sent to him, "You're invited to Pansy Parkinson's Party." he looks at me with a sarcastic tone, "Sounds like fun!"

I scoff, "You should not go."

"We," he assures, "We, should definitely not go."

"Wasn't invited." Pansy never sent me one, but of course, Draco got one. She's still madly in love with him, but sadly I haven't seen her fall head over heels for him for a while now. I kind of missed it, her getting Draco mad.

"You should go, I heard she's a nice girl," Narcissa adds.

"So nice." Draco and I mutter at the same time. We look at each other, knowing Pansy is nothing but a bitch. Making us both smile, already wanting to laugh at the thought of her name.

"I suggest you both go. There will be a couple of meeting happening here. We're your-" she's quick to start over, taking a sip of her wine, "We're Darren Bailey, will be here."

I could just feel my arms getting goosebumps, hearing his name. Anything is better than being with a murderer of a father.

Anything, including his party.

I look at Draco, smiling, trying to convince him, "We're going." I layer my hand over his hand that's placed on my thigh.

He groans, but I kiss his cheek; making him quit complaining. As adorable as he really is when he's complaining, he always gets something his way.

I look back at Narcissa, who's smiling at us both. "I j-just love seeing you two together."

I smile at the feeling of Draco's thumb run up and down, still on my thigh, "Oh- we're not together-" I explain.

After everything, we're both still scared to ask. It sort of already feels like we are together, but keeping it without labels.

He calls me his own, his wife, and his love. Most of those were thought-out from everything Blaise has called us to be. I liked it, being called as if I'm his; which I sort of am.