Chapter 12 (3)
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t think it’s all that simple, but I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much even though really, I should hate you. Even after everything, it’s always been you.’
Harry didn’t say anything for a while and Draco thought he’d said too much, but then Harry was lifting his chin, forcing him to look at him.
‘I did so many things wrong, I know that. I haven’t given you a moment’s peace since everything fell apart and I didn’t realise how important it was for you to have you space. All I know is it killed me to think I might never get to talk to you like this or hold you like this again. I know life got in the way but we’re still us, aren’t we?’
Draco sighed. He wanted this so badly, he really did. He couldn’t say he wasn’t scared though. It was different now, they didn’t have to spend time getting to know each other and figuring out the future. They’d done that already and if they messed it up a second time there would be no going back.
Harry was looking at him that way he used to. Like Draco was the centre of the universe and nothing else mattered. His face was so close, his breath ghosting over Draco’s face and he wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. So, he did.
‘I love you Draco.’
‘I love you too Harry.’
Draco knew they weren’t about to jump straight back into a marriage that had been doomed from the start. He doubted they could even if they wanted to. They’d grown as individuals in the years they’d spent away from each other, and they understood how to be who they were on their own. Draco firmly believed they’d learned from past mistakes, and whilst they weren’t ready to be them again, Draco knew that one day, just maybe, they could be.
And so, at the end of Draco Potter’s agreement with Hermione Granger-Weasley, Draco found himself lounging in the living room of his old marital home, surrounded by the best, and the worst, of his memories, and he realised the only thing he’d ever needed was the man who lay with him, ready to risk it all for one last chance at happiness.
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Harry didn’t say anything for a while and Draco thought he’d said too much, but then Harry was lifting his chin, forcing him to look at him.
‘I did so many things wrong, I know that. I haven’t given you a moment’s peace since everything fell apart and I didn’t realise how important it was for you to have you space. All I know is it killed me to think I might never get to talk to you like this or hold you like this again. I know life got in the way but we’re still us, aren’t we?’
Draco sighed. He wanted this so badly, he really did. He couldn’t say he wasn’t scared though. It was different now, they didn’t have to spend time getting to know each other and figuring out the future. They’d done that already and if they messed it up a second time there would be no going back.
Harry was looking at him that way he used to. Like Draco was the centre of the universe and nothing else mattered. His face was so close, his breath ghosting over Draco’s face and he wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. So, he did.
‘I love you Draco.’
‘I love you too Harry.’
Draco knew they weren’t about to jump straight back into a marriage that had been doomed from the start. He doubted they could even if they wanted to. They’d grown as individuals in the years they’d spent away from each other, and they understood how to be who they were on their own. Draco firmly believed they’d learned from past mistakes, and whilst they weren’t ready to be them again, Draco knew that one day, just maybe, they could be.
And so, at the end of Draco Potter’s agreement with Hermione Granger-Weasley, Draco found himself lounging in the living room of his old marital home, surrounded by the best, and the worst, of his memories, and he realised the only thing he’d ever needed was the man who lay with him, ready to risk it all for one last chance at happiness.
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