When Worlds Collide ~EDITING~

~ WHY ~

The next morning I woke up in complete bliss.

I looked at the sleeping man next to me and silently thanked the gods for having him by my side.

His arm was resting against my naked waist, his hair was sprawled messily across his pillow. His chest was covered in red angry lines.

A result of our passionate night.

  His neck was a different story, he had dark love bites scattered along his collar bone, his neck and even some along his jawline.

He's mine.

I smiled at the thought, he even loves me. Even though I'm still sad about the dad situation, Draco made me realize that we can't dwell on things we can't change. It sucks but it's how the world works.

I took one last look at my soon to be husband, and I slowly took his arm off me. Once I got up I winced at the slight soreness in my legs.

I guess I'll never really get used to it. I quietly limped my way into the bathroom and brushed my teeth.

When I looked into the mirror the same marks that Draco had were on me. Only ten times worse!

The bruised marks were trailed down from my jaw to my breasts. They had even made their way to my thighs and stomach. My body was completely covered in Draco's masterpiece of purple and red hues.

I slightly flinched at the tenderness of one of them. Reminiscing on every memory from last night.

"You're the only one for me Chantel" Draco panted as he slowly pushed into me. We both sighed in contempt at the feeling of having suck physical closeness.

"You're the only one for me Draco." I moaned out as he slowly inched out and quickly slammed himself inside me, filling me completely.

I closed my eyes at the familiar sting of him stretching me out. "G- God you're so tight" he gritted while he continued at a slow and hard pace, hitting all the spots that had my eyes rolling in the back of my head.

"Ahhh D- draco- mhh right there!" I dug my nails into his back, feeling his warm blood trickle down his back. He groaned and threw his head back, I'm pretty sure I saw his eyes roll too.

I love it when he does that.

"I love you so much baby. I can't wait to marry you" he buried his face into my neck. His hot erratic breaths warming me up and making pleasurable tingles spread like a wildfire through my body.

I grabbed his face and brought him into a slow, loving kiss. Our tongues caressing each other, moaning into our mouths when I felt the heat rise in my stomach.

I clenched around him and he moaned, "So tight... Go, cum on me love. Be my good girl and cum on my dick."

We looked into each other's eyes as we came, I parted my mouth in ecstasy and arched my back, Draco's thrusts becoming sloppy and slowing down.

Once we came down from our highs he slowly pulled out of me and his gaze immediately went to my pussy, which was leaking with his cum.

He grinned and pushed his fingers inside of me, making sure that his cum went back inside.

Him and his breeding kink.

Last night had formed an unbreakable bond between us and I wouldn't have it any other way.

~Time Skip~

It's the day before we leave and that also means we have one more week with the kids.

Matthew is 10 years old, it has been amazing watching this little boy grow and I can't wait for Draco and I to have more kids.

Although there is this constant tug in my heart that is a strong reminder of the fact that we don't have much time left, Draco and I have spent all the time we could with the amazing boy that will always be our firstborn. Blaise, Pansy, Theo and Luna have been doing the exact same with their kids.

I also made sure to spend a lot of time with Eysis. She too had grown fond of Matthew, and they had become best friends. That is another reason why it is going to be so hard to let him go.

Since the mishap about my father I had been deciding what I want to do about my mom. I want to forgive her now that I know she did it for a reason, but at the same time the searing pain of betrayal is still there if I think about it too much.

Thinking back to the vision that I had Trelawny's class, I noticed that we had a good relationship, maybe that means I should forgive her.

I mean I've always wanted to have a close bond with her.

I'm going to do it.

Draco and Matthew were in the backyard, riding their brooms, I find it funny that the guys couldn't last a month without them.

As I walked to my mom's room I thought about what I was going to say, 'Hey, Mom, sorry for being a bitch. You just really hurt my feelings'

That sounds stupid.

Maybe if I don't think about it and just say whatever comes to mind it'll be easier. Probably not though, I have a horrible filter.

Once I reach the door I took a deep breath and knocked on it. Here we go.

After a few extremely long moments she opened the door, complete shock on her expression. I guess I should have expected that, I have been ignoring her for a few weeks.

"Honey?" She questioned, "What are you doing here, is something wrong?" She's straightened out her hair and fixed her posture, a clear indication that she is as nervous as I am.

"Hey" I sighed "I just wanted to come talk to you." I watched as her face turns worried, but she tries to mask it.

"O- of course, come in" she moved to the side and gestured for me to enter with a fake smile that doesn't reach her eyes.

I hesitantly did so, walking into the room that I used to sneak into often as a child. Trying to find any comfort from my missing mother as much as I could.

I used to sneak in here, just sitting on her bed, imagining what life would be like if my mom stayed. If she decided that her kids were more important than alcohol.

I felt the familiar rage bubbling in the pit of my stomach. Spreading like venom through my veins. How she decided that she couldn't deal with real life problems, so she ignored them and chose to drink.

Maybe that's why it's so hard for me to forgive her, the fact that I still hold some anger and resentment towards her for leaving me as a small child.

To go through life wondering if I had done something wrong to have both of my parents leave me.

Was I not good enough?

The same question I had been asking myself since that's small age. What 11 year old kid should have to worry about such things?

Not even thinking about how I should start, I blurted out the first thing that was going through my mind.

"Why?"