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A/N: Ok, for those of you who read my other story, True to Character, this might be interesting for you. The following one-shot was the original story, well I mean my first story originally. When I had it all typed up, I found it was very, VERY short. So I tried to expand it. I started writing True to Character to lead up to this point, but the ending with Draco just didn't want to go there.. And I thought that since I already wrote this and I don't plan on doing anything more with it, I might as well post it and let you read it if you want to.
She snuggled up to his side and tucked her head in between his chest and his arm. He brought his arm up around her shoulders and let his hand rest on her waist. She gazed across the grass for a few minutes before speaking. He couldn't tell if she was just relaxing or if she was trying to find the right words to say.
Eventually, and not looking up to his face, she asked "Who was your first?"
For a second, Draco couldn't think of anything to say. Before his stunned silence could become awkward, he tried to dodge the question.
"You should know by now. I have always been my first concern. Well, that is until you came along." Then he tried to give her his best smirk, acknowledging how cheesy that sounded, when his expression faltered as he realized she was still looking out across the grass that now had a thin layer of mist rising from it.
She gave him a small laugh, acknowledging how much of a dork he was. But she still told him, "You know what I mean."
He started to sigh, but caught himself halfway. She pretended that she didn't notice. What could I possibly tell her? How young I was? How many there were? No. No, that would only hurt her. But he had to tell her something. She was going to wait for an answer.
"It wasn't important. I wish I could change what I did. I made a lot of mistakes before because I didn't think it would matter. But it does." He wished desperately that she would accept that; it was all true. "I wish I had waited for you."
At that she looked at his face, searching his eyes for answers to questions he had no clue what they were. He hoped she could see his sincerity and maybe even his apology. After a minute, she smiled. Still without a word, she reached up and kissed him gently then snuggled back into his embrace.
That small gesture of her love gave him hope that she might actually accept him, no matter what he did in the past. He tilted his head back so he could look at the stars and held closer to him the most precious thing in the world.