Yo, this is the final chapter! Thanks for being so supportive! I really appreciate it.
I was in the middle of cooking dinner at the Manor when Draco Apparated in. Margot was sitting on the counter and nodded at him, but she didn't put down the expensive champagne she'd nicked from his parents' liquor collection. If he minded, he didn't say anything as he came over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed my temple and I leaned back into him as I stirred the sauce.
"I figured we'd make dinner at your place tonight," I explained. "And Margot helped herself to the liquor, as you can see."
"Your parents have good taste," she hiccupped, taking another drink straight from the bottle.
I didn't have to look at him to know Draco rolled his eyes as he released me and moved to give me space. The chicken was simmering in another pan where I poured the sauce, the smell filling the kitchen and making me hum in happiness. It was a wine-braised chicken our house elves used to make a lot for holidays back in France, I hadn't had it so long I was dying for it.
"I'm going to go look through the chocolate stash in the other room," Margot announced, jumping from the counter and wobbling a bit before leaving us alone in the kitchen.
"She's a sight," Draco remarked, making his way back over to me and turning me around to face him. "I missed you, love."
I turned the oven off and moved the pan onto a rack before wrapping my arms around his neck. He smirked as he dipped down and kissed me, making my knees quake and my heart race by the time he pulled back. I extended up onto my tiptoes and kissed him again, running my fingers through his hair leisurely and giving a firm tug that made him moan against my mouth.
"Bloody shame you made this wonderful dinner yet you're all I want to eat," he mused, releasing me from his hold to pour himself a glass of wine. "Perhaps for the rest of my life if we're being honest."
My cheeks heated up as I thought over his proposal. "If I didn't cook for Margot as well as for us, I'd take you up on that offer -right here in the kitchen."
He and I'd been together nearly seven months, but we still went at it like rabbits. I'd never tire of having sex with him, it was too good. The way he looked at me during made me feel like the sexiest thing in the world, a feeling I would happily continue to have.
"Then feed me so you can fuck each other senseless," Margot announced, coming into the kitchen with a truffle in hand and the liquor bottle in the other. "Jesus, can I marry Draco? If these are the things his mother gets, I can only imagine the things he'll spoil you with."
His dick was one of the best things, but I didn't tell her that. I knew it would either embarrass Draco or fuel him to tease me all through dinner -neither were things I wanted. Instead, I used magic to serve the food and float it into the dining room.
We sat at one end of the vast table. The room was lit by candlelight and felt warm with us all joking about with each other. Drunk Margot was so funny, I'd forgotten how much it made me laugh. Draco was also amused, but he also seemed a bit nervous about something. That hadn't been there before in the kitchen, what could've happened in the small span of time to upset him?
When we were finished, he vanished everything from the table. Margot squealed when her empty champagne bottle was gone. She was way too drunk to get herself home without hurting herself.
"I'm going to take her home and then I'll be back," I told Draco, wrapping an arm around her waist. "I love you, baby boy."
He smiled at me absentmindedly, but I could tell his heart wasn't in it. The second Margot and I were back in our flat, I pointed my wand at her and sobered her quickly. She pouted for a couple minutes, but then she saw the freaked look on my face and immediately stopped.
"What's wrong?" she asked, sitting on the couch and gesturing for me to do the same.
"Draco looks worried about something and it's making me really nervous. He never keeps secrets, this must be something big," I explained, awkwardly tapping my knee with my fingers.
"He loves you so I don't think it's anything awful," she reasoned, stilling my fingers' jerky movements. "It's probably him making a mountain out of a molehill."
He did have a tendency to do that sometimes. "I'm sure you're right. I'll see you tomorrow."
I Disapparated after we hugged and wandered around the Manor. He was in the library, sitting by the fire with a book on his lap. I could tell he wasn't really reading from it, he was just trying to make it seem like he was nonchalant. So I plucked the book from his lap and sat myself there instead, placing my hands on his chest and looking at him.
"So, are you going to tell me what's got you upset?" I asked, playing with the button on his shirt. "And before you say nothing, know I can read you like a book."
"I'm afraid it'll be too much," he explained, his gray eyes stormy.
I sighed and leaned my forehead against his. "There isn't one thing in the entire world, both wizarding and muggle, that would make me walk away from you."
"My parents have decided to move to one of our summer homes in France," he told me, choosing each word carefully. "Which means I'll have the Manor to myself… and I would love for you to move in with me."
"Such a silly thing to get worked up about, baby boy," I teased, nipping at the tip of his nose playfully. "Of course, but I have to talk to Margot about things."
His body relaxed back into the chair and his hands rested on my thighs. "You're going to be the death of me, Eleanora Blankenship."
"You worry yourself too much, love. You don't have to worry about telling me anything," I told him, maneuvering myself around to rest my head against his chest and get comfortable. "My love isn't conditional, I'm not going to stop loving you. Especially not over things like asking me to move in."
He ran his hands under my sweater, tracing his fingers along my spine softly. "Does your offer of me sampling you in the kitchen still stand?"
When I nodded, he stood up and Apparated us down to the kitchen. I was shrieking with laughter as he sat me on the counter and started kissing my neck. I tilted my head back to rest against the cabinets as I dug my nails into the back of his neck. He pulled away from me long enough to vanish my sweater and bra, dipping his head down to suck a nipple into his mouth.
I squeaked and buried my fingers in his hair, tugging on it as I moaned wantonly. He took his time to work me up, sucking and biting and licking my nipples until I was whining pathetically. I thanked Merlin when he vanished off my jeans and knickers before crouching down and sliding me to the edge of the counter.
He hitched my legs over his shoulders and dove in, absolutely wrecking me within seconds. It couldn't be natural how quickly he worked me up to an orgasm. I'd never been one to cum quickly, but everything about Draco made me want to cum repeatedly and the cheeky bastard took advantage of it.
His fingers were sliding in and out of me, stretching me open for him. Instead of making me cum with his mouth, he stood up and removed his fingers. I accepted them into my mouth immediately and heard him growl from the back of his throat. While I worked his fingers over with my mouth, I undid his trousers and pushed down his pants to free him for me to take in my hand.
I released his fingers with a wet pop and he hissed as I thumbed over his head. I slid back his foreskin before sliding it back slowly, teasing him. He wasn't the only one who knew how to make me cum, I knew everything thing that drove him up the wall. I wanted him in my mouth, but I knew he wouldn't last long enough to fuck me after.
"Fuck me, baby boy," I instructed, pressing him against my entrance. "Wreck me."
He pushed steadily into me and started thrusting instead of waiting for me to adjust. "With pleasure, my pretty girl."
His thrusts were hard and hit perfectly against the spot that had me seeing stars. My nails broke the skin at the back of his neck judging by the sound that came out of his mouth. Our lips connected sloppily as he lifted my leg to drape over his arm, changing the angle and making me cry out in surprise.
The crack of Apparation sounded from a few rooms over and made me clench around him. "Draco, someone's here."
"Then you'd better cum fast," he told me salaciously. "I'm not stopping until you do."
I whined because I knew he wasn't lying, he wasn't going to stop until I orgasmed. The mere thought of us getting caught had my stomach tightening fiercely.
"My pretty girl likes the thought of being caught," he teased breathily in my ear, nibbling my earlobe fiercely. "Cum for me, bunny, cover my cock."
I bit the side of his neck to silence my scream of his name as I climaxed around him. He swore before he followed me quickly. Then he pulled out and cleaned the pair of us up, using magic to redress me right as his mum came into the kitchen with us. I was still flushed, and my chest was still heaving a bit as I tried to look like her only son hadn't just made me scream seconds before.
"Eleanora, are you okay, sweetheart? You look flushed," she tutted, coming over to check me over as Draco barely contained his laughter behind her.
"Yeah, I just got choked," I told her awkwardly, shifting off the counter and nearly falling when my knees were jelly. "I'm just a little lightheaded, it's okay."
"Draco, love, I came to make sure the last of your father and my things are finished being packed," she replied, stepping back so she could also see him.
"Everything's already being sent to your Villa," Draco replied, coming over to stand beside me. "I'm capable of accomplishing things."
She sighed and kissed his cheek. "I know, darling. Your father was worried, so I came to ease his mind."
Once she was sure he was telling the truth, she hugged us both and left via the Floo. The second we were alone, I rounded on him with a glare. I smacked his shoulder a couple times before he grabbed my hand and pulled me to his chest. I hugged him back and whined, embarrassment flooding me.
"You are such a dick," I whined, biting his ear harder than usual. "That was so mean!"
"Then why did you cum so hard?" he teased, making me punch him in the shoulder. "I'm sorry, bunny."
When I went home the next morning, my stomach was in knots. I didn't want to not live with Margot anymore, but I wanted to live with Draco. It was the next step in our lives, plus I couldn't fully commit to an engagement before we started living together. A couple nights together was always good between us, but months and months together was different.
"How many different places did you maul each other?" Margot asked when I walked into the sitting room and found her sitting on the sofa.
I smiled, but I knew it didn't reach my eyes. She was immediately on red alert and scrambled to her feet, rushing over to me. She took my shoulders in her hands, expecting me to tell her something about how Draco hurt me or something.
"Can we sit down?" I asked, gesturing back to the sofa.
She reluctantly did as I asked and sat down with me close to her. I struggled to come up with how to start this without hurting her. The last thing I wanted was for her to think I was moving out because she'd done something wrong. We'd lived together for longer than we'd been apart -it was kind of scary to be separated.
"Please talk, you're scaring me," she said shakily, bringing her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.
"You know I love you so much, right?" I asked, reaching out to take her hands in mine. When she nodded slowly, I continued, "I've loved living with you this last year. It's been amazing, my ideal way to spend the year after we left Beauxbatons."
"Ellie, what's happened?" Margot asked, dropping her legs flat onto the couch. "Just give it all to me, stop sugarcoating it."
"Draco's wants me to move into the Manor with him," I told her in one breath. "His parents moved to their summer Villa in Italy."
She didn't say anything for a couple minutes and my stomach flew to my throat. I knew she'd be upset, I was so dumb to tell Draco it would happen. I couldn't just leave Margot to live by herself in a city like London. She'd only moved here to live with me and I was abandoning her. I was such a shit friend!
"I'm so happy for you!" she told me eventually. "I knew this was coming, I just didn't imagine it would happen this soon. Are you getting engaged soon?"
I shook my head and said, "I want to live with him steadily before we get married. A sleepover for a couple nights is one thing, but I need to know what it's always like."
"That's smart, twinny," she agreed, moving closer to me. "When do you start moving?"
"I'm not going anywhere until you have everything in order. I can't just hang you out to dry," I reassured her.
I watched her shoulders relax at my answer before she cuddled into my side. We went back to watching the movie she'd been watching previously. Spending whatever time we had left together was a must.
Margot decided to stay in the flat alone and convert my room into a fashion studio. My things had all been moved to the Manor and it was time for me to leave the flat. My heart was heavy and my eyes were burning as Margot stood in the foyer and I stood by the door.
"It's been an amazing year," I told her in a shaky voice. "I love you, twinny."
She crossed the room quickly to wrap her arms around me in a tight hug, letting out a wet laugh. "I wouldn't have wanted to live in my first big girl flat with anyone else. I love you, too."
My tears broke free as I nodded against her shoulder. "It was so much fun! I swear I'll still come over and you can come over to the Manor, I made Draco promise."
We finally broke a part a few minutes later and I Apparated to the Manor quickly. The last thing I wanted was to start full-on bawling in the middle of the flat. It would only make things harder and that was the last thing I wanted.
Draco was sitting in the front room with a glass of amber liquid I assumed was whisky. I hurried over to him and sat on his lap, pressing my face to his neck as I tried to gather myself. This was one of the scariest things I'd ever done, and I was suddenly realizing it.
"What's wrong, bunny?" he asked, brushing my hair over my shoulder to rub my temple soothingly.
"I'm afraid," I told him honestly, peeking up at his face.
"Of what?" he asked, his fingers not pausing -he wasn't upset with me and that made things easier.
I sucked in a breath and sat up so he could see my face, too. "This is scary, I've never done anything like this before. I mean, obviously, I haven't, but you know what I mean. I just don't want this to fall apart just as it begins."
He shook his head and lifted me enough to stand, waiting for me to sit back in the chair to move again. I watched him walk to the desk in the far corner and come back with a box in his hand. It was small, smaller than any present he'd given me. I was clueless about what was inside until he kneeled in front of the chair and my eyebrows hit my hairline.
"Draco, what are you doing?" I asked in a breathless voice.
"I know this has to be public, witnesses and all that, but I wanted the real thing to be between us," he explained, lifting the lid of the box to reveal a ring to me. "It's early and a wedding is not in the near future, but I want you to wear the ring because I love you.
"Eleanora, you're the first person who's ever really looked at me. People always see what they want and it's never very flattering where I'm involved. You're the best decision I've ever made, I will spend the rest of my life being thankful you walked into it. I've never been good at expressing my feelings, I've never really cared to, but I want to share everything with you -the rest of my life included," he told him, his gray eyes holding mine steadily. "Will you marry me?"
I knew an engagement was coming soon, it was why I moved in after all. But hearing him do this out loud made my stomach hit my knees. There was no one in the world I'd rather marry than him, but I was a little worried about the future.
"You're the love of my life, and I know that. I'm just afraid things are going to happen that make you the old Draco who hurt me," I told him honestly, biting my lip. "There's nothing I'd rather do than spend the rest of my life with you, I'm just worried."
His nervous expression turned soft and he pocketed the ring to come forward, cupping my face gently. "As am I, bunny. I've never seen a marriage full of love, only one of politics and clout. I didn't know love was real until you, nor did I think I'd ever feel it. I swear on everything I'll never hurt you like that again, I'll never do anything to jeopardize us."
Part of me knew he could never make that promise, neither of us could see the future. Regardless, the only future I wanted was with him. Letting that thought guide me, I shifted forward and took his hands in mine.
"Ask me again," I whispered, holding his eyes and releasing his hands.
He fumbled for the ring, his air of grace and elegance gone with his nerves. "Eleanora Blankenship, will you marry me?"
"Yes," I replied, watching him slide the ring onto my finger.
As soon as it was secure, I launched myself forward and tackled him to the floor. We were laughing as I laid kisses all over his face as he held me gently.
If only my mum could see us now, she'd know love was real.
Like I said, thanks so much for all your support!