Give Me Love
A lone man stood in the room staring at the ground. He stared long and hard. He was deep in thought. There was a body on the ground and he sighed as he continued staring. He wondered why he didn't pass like the others. He wondered what was keeping him back. Or who was.
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The Ministry of Magic was a blur in the mornings. Flying memos, people flooing in and out, visitors, and workers running around the place. Though to Draco Malfoy the day almost seemed content and peaceful. His wizarding robes were crisp and fine. He brushed away invisible lint and continued on, nodding at his coworkers and visitors. He thought about writing a letter to his daughter and son and headed to his office whistling.
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He took his beautiful wife out to lunch. A cozy Italian place because their shrimp alfredo pasta and garlic bread was to die for. He stared at her while she talked animatedly, telling him about her morning as he sipped on red wine. Even though they only been away for each other for hours Draco still missed her. He grabbed her hand and gently pulled her in closer and kissed her on the lips shutting her up. At first she looked offended but the smile she gave him after she leaned back made him smirk.
"I love you." He said to her.
"I know."
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After work he went to the bar with his close friends and as they laughed and drank he reminisced the good old times with them. He realized Potter was staring at him funny and Draco raised his eyebrow at him. Shaking his head, Potter ordered them another round of shots. He tipped the bartender a hefty tip and left early wanting to be reunited with his wife.
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Hermione was pouting because she wanted to go out for dinner but Draco insisted they stayed in. The kids were with Grandma Malfoy for the weekend and he had her all to himself. Though the kids were all grown up and out of Hogwarts they loved going to the Weasley's and Malfoy Manor for sleepovers and hangouts. Despite not going out, Hermione wanted them to dress nicely for dinner. A romantic dinner for two. Smoked tilapia, vegetables, a tossed salad, and brown rice were set on the table. Candles flickered and Draco smiled at the thought of it all.
He was so blessed.
After dinner he sat in the porch swing with Hermione, her head on his shoulder. Their hands were entwined and he could tell she was dozing off. He stared at her face, trying to memorize her face.
"I love you." He whispered, kissing her on the head and hugging her tighter.
"I love you Draco." She mumbled in her sleep and he laughed.
"Hermione? Can I tell you something?" One eye opened and she blinked.
"This better be good Draco Malfoy. I was so comfy!"
"You know I love you right?" She looked at him and nodded. "A lot right?"
"Yes yes. I know. You're scaring me Draco…"
"I just wanted you to know and never forget that because of you I'm alive. You gave me hope and kindness and love and everything someone needed to feel complete. I can never repay you. This heart of mine will forever beat for you." This time she shut him up by kissing him.
"Draco Malfoy, I don't know where this is coming from but look around you. This house, this love, our children, only you gave this to me, no one else and no one else will. The debt is repaid. I gave you hope well you gave it right back. I gave you love and you gave it right back. I gave you kindness…well I guess you were kind…a little." She said laughing. He stared at her again and she blushed. As he gently laid her back and positioned himself in between her legs he kissed her deeply and poured all the love he had inside himself to her. He made love to her right there and then. He didn't care who saw. Afterwards as they lay in each other's arms he looked down on her and she looked up.
"Can I show you something?" He asked and she nodded. Standing up and taking her hand he led her to the master bedroom. She opened the door, stopped, and turned back quickly. Her eyes shifted back to the room and back to him. There on the ground was a motionless and unmoving Draco Malfoy.
"Draco! Draco! Oh my god! Draco!" She shouted as she ran to Draco's side. The real Draco. Because the real Draco didn't greet his coworkers this morning. Or take out his beautiful wife to lunch because he forgot. The real Draco didn't hang out with his friends after work and he certainly didn't eat dinner stating he was too busy with work. As Hermione attempted to revive the real him, with tears in her eyes, he gazed down at the two of them and smiled. He was somewhere in the middle of passing the veil but not yet passing through.
This is what he was supposed to do. This was how his day was supposed to be. Simple and spent with his loved ones.
At age 62, Draco Malfoy passed away by a heart attack. Something bright was behind him and his smile grew.
He saw the light.
Glancing back at his wife to get one more look, he carried on, walking toward the light and finally feeling that everything was okay. In the end, everything always was.