Hello! I'm sorry it took quite a while. This one is rather short, but it is a setter. :) I hope you enjoy this short chapter :)

~Leemah

XI

They were sitting across each other in the suite's receiving area, a coffee table between them. Leah had her legs folded up to her chest with her arms wrapped around them, while on the opposite end Draco sat rather formally: feet flat on the ground slightly apart and arms spread on the rest. He had on a rather curious smirk while Leah a nervous frown.

No one spoke for the longest time until the doorbell rang. Draco answered it and insisted that he took the tray of tea instead of letting the man in. Leah saw him slip a tip in the man's uniform breast pocket.

Draco poured her a cup and didn't bother to help himself.

"You don't drink tea. Muggle tea." Leah commented with a little disdain in her tone.

"No, I don't. And I'm not about to start," Draco said, sighing as he sat back down. "Have some."

Leah did and drank quietly. Draco noticed how she began to relax and saw the tension in her face and movements disappear. How could he look away at all when this was all he had dreamed of seeing in a long time, and now she was finally here. He had imagined her for a year from significant pieces of memories and always he had remember how beautiful she was, but those were nothing compared to seeing her with real eyes this time. Not the eyes from where he had only blinked her into a false reality-a reality that existed only in his dreams.

He couldn't stop smiling.

"You didn't...do something to this. Did you?" She asked, eyeing him suspiciously. Draco chuckled and shook his head.

"I have to say I am a little insulted that you think I would," he said. "I'd never use magic against you, Leah. Please remember that."

Ignoring that statement, Leah leaned forward to help herself to another round of tea. Draco watched her clumsily do so.

"You still haven't answered my question." Leah began after taking another sip. Draco shifts in his seat so that his body is now leaning to the opposite side.

"Yes," he said simply. Leah stared at him dumbly, astonished. "Yes, it was all my idea. But you came on your own choice."

Leah lifted a brow, annoyed that he was right. "Oh and that would make you so proud, wouldn't it? Now that I came you have your answer. You wanted to get the best out of me. Well, here it is. You win." she sounded bitter.

"You're angry with me for allowing you to decide?" Draco asked, brows narrowed. His voice was soft compared to her furious one. Leah didn't speak, but held her mouth shut. Unable to shout the fit of rage inside of her. She didn't know why she felt so strongly about this.

"Or you're angry because..." Draco started, "because when you decided to come, you wanted something out of it. You want some sort of closure and it's been tormenting you for the past year, but you don't know what it is exactly. Something out of that significant time in our lives that might just prove you wrong. A truth you only wish doesn't exist.

That's why you're here, yes?"

And when she didn't move, Draco went on.

"I'll tell you what it is you want to know, and I'll tell you honestly only because I know how you feel. Because that is where I am. That is why I wanted you here. You sit there looking at me with so much distaste because that's the only real thing you know how to feel if the truth did hurt. In the same way I sit here calm and seemingly composed. But if you could, Leah, if you could feel how everything inside me is just as desperate for answers, you wouldn't feel so alone.

So, yes. Yes is the answer you're looking for."

"I thought you were a little less human." Leah spoke so softly that Draco had to incline his ear a little toward her. She was looking at the floor.

"You're truly the only thing that has ever stayed in me for the longest time. I think it means something. Don't you?"

She met his eyes and nodded. He smiled and asked, "Have I answered your question then?"

"A little more than that." She replied.

Draco nodded. Leah looked away, at the porch more specifically, and without thinking twice got up to walk there. Draco's eyes followed her. It was only reasonable that he did as well.

Leah felt his presence close as she leaned against over to the edge, elbows on the ledge. He was leaning against the full-length, glass window.

"Leah, listen," he began calmly. "There's something I've been meaning to... need to know."

"Isn't that really what's bothering us both? We only have so many unanswered questions."

"I'll tell you everything you want to know."

Leah looked beyond her shoulder, "everything?"

"Everything."

She looked away and closed her eyes as she felt tears welling in them. Where could she start? Her heart and mind were battling. And Draco saw her slump her head down and exhale.

"Or maybe.." he said, "maybe I can tell all you need to know." he moved behind her and gently put a hand on her back and on her one hand. Leah didn't withdraw, but pulled herself up until her back was to his chest. Leaning her head back she could feel the beating of his heart reverberate from his chest, her wolf senses heightening. Draco relaxed feeling her melt in his arms as he wrapped her in them, and bent his head down to kiss her neck softly.

Leah let out a breath of relief with closed eyes. The first time in a year that she felt alive.

And even more when she heard Draco whisper in her ear. "I do, Leah. I still love you."

"Do you, really?"

"I always have. I've never denied it. You were all that was on my mind since the day I left. I'm sorry I didn't wake you back then. I didn't think I was strong enough to see your eyes for the last time, and I didn't want you to see me cry either."

"You are a silly man, Draco Malfoy. Your pride might be the only thing that'll tear us apart."

"I don't believe so." Draco kissed her neck again. "I had to be rid of it when I told Jacob to take you here. And none of it is left with me when I tell you now that I love you."

Leah turned to face him and with a light smile on her face she replied, "I love you too." Tears began to well in her eyes.

Draco laughed victoriously and without wasting the moment pressed his lips to hers.

The first again in a year.