Where the End Began
We both stand there, silently. To others we may look strange: two sworn enemies standing, hand in hand, and looking towards a towering oak tree with reverence. To us, it is where the end began. The end of our hatred and stupidity to one another, and the beginning of true love.
We look in each other's eyes: mine a deep chocolate brown, yours grey as an angry summer storm cloud. My lips curve into a smile the instant yours do. I laugh, breaking the tension splendidly.
You shake your head. "What's funny about this?" I can't contain my laughter. I double over, racked with laughter that is wonderful yet painful, leaving a comfortable ache in my sides. I point over your head. Standing on the crest of a hill stand a small group of Slytherin's, their mouth wide open and their expressions horrified. They must recognize us. He cracks up. "Guess it must be traumatic to see their favorite hero holding hands with a mudblood." The usual barb of the word was nonexistent, as I knew you said it in a mocking manner, considering our past.
I just smile broadly as you kiss me. Turning, we see the Hogwarts's students making retching motions. My eyes on yours once more, I whisper, "I love you, Draco Malfoy."
