A single white rose. For long minutes, I was just staring at it as it was lain so peacefully on my desk, not knowing what to do. Of course, I was perfectly aware of what it meant, and when I reached for it and picked it up, I could already feel his hot breath on the back of my neck.
"Draco…" I whispered his name, never noticing his hands snaking around my waist and my own eyes closing. I only got my senses back when I felt his kiss on my skin. "Why did you come back?" I asked without any point to it.
"Hm… Someone's not happy to see me…?"
I quickly spun around to actually be able to do just that: to be able to look into those deep, quicksilver orbs that are just…
"I missed you!" I exclaimed suddenly, pulling him as close to myself as I could. As if my life depended on him.
Which was, in a sense, true.
"I know. That's why I'm here"
His scent was intoxicating as I snuggled into his neck: there was some of those white roses in it, that he's been tending ever so carefully in their backyard; but the other part, that I couldn't ever describe, was far heavier… The other part, that was, simply, him. I was practically drunk as I stood there in his arms, neither of us moving for a few endless seconds. Then I felt him smiling. I lifted my head from his shoulder to observe the rare phenomenon.
"What are you so happy for?"
"Only you. You're predictable."
It was a first, me being told that.
I think.
"And that's good?" I asked with doubt in my voice.
"Well… It doesn't take much to surprise you."
Of course. I knew, we both knew, that he'd go to the farthest extremes just to see me happy. And vice versa.
"Are you going to stay here?"
He sighed and I received a light kiss, his lips barely connecting to mine. He seemed to be in a pickle.
"If you want me to…"
…
If I want him to? IF I want him to? What a stupid thing that is to say?
"Of course I want you to!"
"You know I'm no good."
…
No good? NO GOOD? How on earth could he be no good? Beautiful, noble, enchanting, mystical… but no good?
"You are good."
He let go of me and pulled the left sleeve of his robe up, revealing the Dark Mark on his forearm. That ugly black skull with the ugly black snake in its mouth, tattooed into that perfect, smooth skin of his. Felt like rape. Violation.
I grabbed his forearm, as soon as I saw a glimpse of it, effectly covering it up, and placed his hands back around my waist.
"I don't care. I've never cared, you know well enough. It doesn't matter."
"But-…"
"No buts. We'll figure something out."
He hugged me tightly. I'm not sure whether he believed me or not.
I'm not sure whether I believed me or not.
But neither of us knew anything better… anything more than that.
