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Draco Malfoy [P2: I Forgive you ☁️ ]

I stopped my ogling and checked my watch, I didn't mean to take as long as I was, time seemed to just fly as I walked around. I shake my head, in the back of my head, I knew that I was just trying to prolong seeing him again, I couldn't bear the thought of falling back in love with him just as I was starting to move on.

I rushed over to the tavern, not wanting him to wait any longer than he already had. I sigh as The Three Broomsticks make its way into my view, my eyes search around the entrance, stopping on a well-known head of blond hair. I take a second to look over him, his shaking hands holding a (f/c) rose. I feel my heart beat a little faster and my lips tugging up as I start to approach him, his pale eyes lighting up as they see me. Merlin, he was beautiful.

Draco's POV:

The sound of a familiar pair of footsteps starts to grow louder, I gaze up at the sound, my eyes locking with his. 'Wow' The grin on his face making my cheeks flush. He was somehow even more handsome than I remember him being.

Y/N's POV:

"Good evening, Draco'' I nodded my head towards him, his face reddening. He looks me up and down before opening his mouth, a mix of incomprehensible words tumbling out. "Pardon?" I quietly chuckled. "I-I'msosorrythatIleftyouthewayIdid-" "Woah, woah, slow down." I smile at the nervous boy in front of me, taking his hand and rubbing my thumb over his fingers like I used to when we were together. "Take it slow, alright?" His body starts to loosen. "I'm here to listen."

The color on his cheeks starts to deepen as he nods, quickly looking away as he takes a few breaths. He turns back towards me and starts.

Draco's POV:

I feel my stomach flutter and my knees weaken at his touch, Merlin, I can't focus on anything but his trailing fingers. My head shoots to the side. How am I supposed to talk to him when I can feel my heart beating in my throat? My lungs let out shaky breaths before I ready myself to talk to him.

"I know I should've told you back then, and it was foolish of me not to," I start. "I just didn't know how to tell you everything and how you would've reacted to hearing it. I trusted you dearly, but I was still afraid you'd hate me and see me as a monster for what I had been forced into." I feel my voice waver and pause for a second, continuing after I collect myself. My eyes quickly glanced into his own, watching as they pinched in understanding.

"I knew that if we were close, you wouldn't be safe. Not with everything going on, not with all the eyes on me. I meant it when I said I did it for your safety, I couldn't stand the thought of losing you forever because I was too selfish to let you go first." A long sigh leaves my lungs. "I- I just wanted to keep you out of everything, avoid putting you through the terrors I had seen."

"I'm so sorry I hadn't told you back then, I truly wanted to, I hope you can forgive me."

I stop, a deep breath bringing my speech to an end. I yelped as I was pulled into an embrace, Y/N's coarse hands rubbing circles against my back. My eyes start to water 'Merlin, how I missed this, him.' I dug my head into his shoulder, the cloth soaking up my tears as his cologne filled my mind.

Y/N's POV:

I couldn't stand to see him like that, so conflicted, like he was last year. His eyes started to well with tears, and I just couldn't resist pulling him into me, holding him like I always used to. My hands rubbed along his back as his face fell onto my shoulder, I loved holding him like this. My hand reaches for his cheek, pulling it up to see his face, his eyes hazily glancing back up at me.

"Of course I forgive you, Draco; there's nothing you could ever do to make me feel even the slightest bit of hatred for you."

"I- Really? You forgive me after all that happened."

"Yes, if I'm being honest, there is not a waking moment when you are not on my mind; you haunt my every thought and dream. I couldn't stand the idea of losing you now that I have you again."

"Y/N"

"Yes, Draco?"

"Do you think we could try this again? Us? I won't let anything come between us now."

"I'd love to, Dear."

Draco's POV:

I can't help but swoon at the name, I'm so lucky to have him back. All those months of planning and fear were worth it in the end; I was in his arms, and he had no intent on letting go. As I now become more aware of my surroundings, I feel the rose I had paid so little attention to in my hands, the couple stray thorns pricking me.

I carefully back away from his chest, instead standing half-an-arm's length apart from him. His hands now resting on my lower as I bring the rose up to his view. His smile widens impossibly larger at the flower, freeing his hand and grabbing the (f/c) rose before placing a small kiss against my forehead "You remembered" I meekly nod "You haven't left my mind either."

"Since we're already here, what do you say we make the most of it and hang out like we used to?" My eyes light up as I look up at that. "You asking me out on a date?" I giggle. "You said it, not me." I accept the offer, and he takes my hand and brings me into the tavern we were standing in front of. "Butterbeers on me." He grins before opening the doors.

Y/N's POV:

It had been a couple hours, but it felt so much longer. Being able to talk to him like this again, treat him like my lover again, I couldn't stop the smile that forced its way onto my face. My eyes wandered his frame, I took in everything I had been missing for the past few months. His silky blond locks to his inviting grey eyes, to the dust of red on his pale cheeks, to the unique marks littered amongst his skin, and finally landing on his plump lips. He was truly gorgeous.

He must've noticed me staring, because his ears also start to blush, I place a hand on his thigh, moving my face towards his. His eyes flutter closed as we share a long awaited kiss.

Draco's POV:

My heart nearly beats out of my chest at the connection; it was everything I hoped for, the kiss just as loving as it used to be. I snaked my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands grabbed my waist before breaking away. "It's getting late; would you like to come home with me?" His hand reaches for my own, fingers dancing upon my palms.

"I'd love to."

A/N: This somehow ended up being 3x the length of Part 1, idk how I did it. I hope it's comprehensible, I haven't proof-read it. Thank you to the person that requested this over on our Tumblr.

(1834 Words - Holy Shit)

- Written by Owner 1