Through the Eyes of Draco Malfoy

•{24}• Now, I do.

Pain.

All kinds of it.

That's all I felt as my eyes were trying to pry themselves open.

Sore.

My whole body was aching.

All I remember was my father using the crucio curse on me.

Bright.

I felt the bright light of whatever place I was in seeping through my eyelids.

It hurt, but it didn't.

Warmth.

Is what I felt as something was draped over my body.

Something that made me feel less cold blooded from the scratchy curse still seeping out of my bones.

Warmth.

Is what my heart felt when I finally opened my eyes.

Harry.

"Draco! How are you feeling?" Harry rushes his words, yet calmly awaits my answer as his hand holds mine.

I look around, familiarity. A blanket laid atop of me. "Where are we?"

"My dorm room," Harry smiles sorrowfully.

I sit up, remembering everything. Possibly more than I wanted to. Possibly, just enough.

I reach out for Harry's touch and wrap my arms around his neck. He clasps his own arms around my waist and I bury my face between the crook of his neck.

"Thank you."

"I told you you wouldn't have to worry, didn't I?"

We sit for a moment. A moment of comfort I would call it. I really didn't have to worry when I was with Harry. Ever.

"Harry?" I look at him, unwrapping my arms from him.

"Yes?" Harry looks at me, doing the same.

"Can we stay?" I ask.

"Of course, I mean, it's my dorm room." Harry brushes off.

"No, can we stay like this? Like, you and me?" I look down. Even at an awkward time like this, I'd still want to call Harry mine.

I look up, and not regretfully, Harry embraces me in a kiss. A deep kiss. One in which I won't ever forget. Because it made me happy. Happiness in which I hope won't go away.

This was the short moment where I realized I really loved Harry. I didn't just like him. I didn't just have a crush on him. I loved him. And I've finally accepted the fact that he loves me, too.

Love.

It's what I feel every single time I look at Harry. Every time Harry looks at me. Every single time Harry comforts me or saves me. Whenever Harry holds my hand because I'm just a little to scared. Every morning I wake up and realize that Harry is mine and mine only. And I am only his. Love is what I've been yearning for from Harry all these years, even though it never seemed like it. I've always wanted to feel his embrace, his warmth, and his heart. Now, I do.

Authors Note:

Now, as of now this will be the last chapter. I believe it is a pretty reliable ending for these two, but I may add a future chapter consisting of their future relationship. I thank you all so much for your support on this book! It means a lot because this was my first ever fanfiction story I started and as soon as I posted the first chapter, people started reading it (even if it wasn't a lot.) And even so, now, it's my most-read story on both my Wattpad account and AO3 account. I guess my other stories aren't that appealing 😓 /jkjk. But NeWays I hope you enjoyed!!!