I shoulda known when I came back here that I would run into you. You can't escape the past, right? I tried to run from all the mess that surrounded you and me but for some reason I just keep coming back. It's like we were supposed to meet again or something. Can we make it work this time? (thanks to bitterepiphany for the banner!!)
 

How do you forget two years of loneliness just because a pair of grey eyes looked your way again?
 

a storm brings more than just rain

Everytime I saw Draco it turned my world upside down, did I really want to experience that again? But I couldn't leave without knowing if the story that Tori had told me was true or not. I couldn't let Draco get like that, and especially not because of me.

Why had I let myself think that Draco was anything but an arrogant, obnoxious little prick? I mean, I had actually let myself think that he was changed, and then he came there tonight, that same guy who had broken my heart years ago. I guess it was my fault that I hadn't gotten back together with him when I coulda, but now I was so glad that I hadn't.

Tori sighed. "Fine, yes I had ulterior motives in this visit. You see, not too long after you left, I received a visitor. A tall, pale haired visitor." She said, her eyes sparkling.

He pulled away and we both stood there, trying to catch our breath. "Don't you dare tell me that you don't feel anything." He said and I just stared back at me. I had just felt alive for the first time in three years, alive in Draco's arms.

As I looked up at the old house, I could see it as it would look in it's prime. And I could see kids running down the pathway, yelling and playing. I could see a family being raised in this house. A Malfoy family. And maybe it would be my family too, but how would I ever know if I let Draco sell it?

Anyway, it was a Friday night, and I was sitting in the newly finished kicthen, waiting for Draco to get home from work. I had the house-elves prepare dinner, becuase I was seriously hopeless at cooking. I didn't know what me and Draco were gonna do this weekend, but I hoped that it was something fun because I was starting to go a little stir-crazy.

Draco had his arms slung around my shoulders and we walked into the night, laughing over the events that had taken place tonight. "God, they really don't like us, do they?" He asked as we walked up the sand to the beachouse that Draco had rented for us for the weekend.

I was sitting at the desk in Draco's office, working on some bills, when the door to the office burst open. Tori strode in, her eyes bright and a huge happy smile on her face.

I Apparated, in desperation to the manor. I ran into our room, the place where we had spent so many times together. Tears were running down my face.

I stood in front of my own front door, afraid to ring the bell. I had a feeling that my father would take one look at me and turn me out on my ass. And I wouldn’t blame him. I had acted like an idiot and I deserved everything that I had got. Of course the only reason I was even here was because they were my last resort. To be honest, I wasn’t sorry about the way I had acted. I know that it was stupid and immature, but that didn’t mean that I was sorry.

As we walked in, I kept my head held high even though quite a few people were staring and whispering. Why did I care what they thought anymore anyway? It’s not like their opinion was of any importance to me anyway. Me and Draco had used to purposely try to cause a scene, to try and make people talk about us. And now look at me, just trying to be invisible.

I could see how my life with Michael would be. Everyone would see us as the perfect couple. We would have at least two children, and I would have to pretend that I liked his lovemaking. It would be nothing like the passion I had experienced with Draco. I would have to bear Michael a son.