I Knew You Weren't

Chapter Twelve

Kylie was making her way down to the kitchen when she noticed the door to George's room was cracked open. She peeked in and saw Draco standing with his back to the door, folding clothes. Opening the due, she walked in and leaned against it with her hands behind her back to close it.

"So, you're leaving, then?" she asked, causing Draco to jump.

"Um, in the morning. Molly convinced me to stay for dinner and made me promise I wouldn't face my mother unrested."

Kylie nodded to the clothes in his hands. "And you're taking my clothes with you?"

"Actually, I just washed them for you. Didn't want to leave you with dirty clothes."

Kylie dropped her head a bit. "Oh. Well, okay, then. Nothing left for me to say." She turned to open the door, but Draco caught her arm. She turned to face him, trying to not show any emotion.

"I will fix this." He said, pulling her close to him.

"And what if you can't?" Kylie asked, placing her hands on Draco's chest. She could feel his heartbeat quickening underneath his sweater.

"I will." Draco's hands rested on Kylie's hips. "I promise. You are the one I want." His lips brushed across hers.

One of Kylie's hands drifted up and tangled in his hair. The sight tug she gave made Draco forget where there were. "I want you, too." She pressed her lips to his.

Draco took a step backwards as their mouths moved frantically together. He say on the edge of the bed and pulled Kylie down on top of him, straddling his lap. "You sure about this?" He asked as his hands gripped the hem of her sweater.

"More than anything."

"Say it again." Draco bit his lip as he pulled Kylie's sweater off with ease.

"I want you." She reached around and unclasped her bra, dropping it to the floor. She ran her hands through Draco's hair and he closed his eyes.

Draco placed a small, slow kiss between Kylie's breasts before he wrapped one arm around her waist and flipped her over and onto the bed, placing himself between her legs. "No turning back now."

"Wasn't planning on it." Kylie replied, shimmying out of her pajama bottoms. "No turning back." She repeated, as Draco slid off her underwear.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers again. Their lips moved in unison as Kylie ran her fingers through Draco's hair. Draco brushed his thumb against her cheekbone. A wry chuckled escaped his lips as he pressed himself against Kylie and she gasped.


An hour and a half (and three rounds) later, Kylie laid in bed next to Draco with her head on his chest. "So, what now?"

"What do you mean 'what now'?" Draco asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"I mean, what do we do now? We…go down and eat dinner, go to bed, and then you leave in the morning. Are we just going to pretend this is it? That we didn't just have break-up sex?"

"You're not being fair."

"You're the one that's leaving. I don't think you're being fair, either."

"Don't think of it as break-up sex. Think of it as…" Draco paused whine he thought of a good alternative.

"'We're on a break until my mother dies or I tell her to fuck off' sex?"

Draco chuckled. "Yeah, basically."

"Your mother will probably outlive us all just to spite you. And I'll die before you tell her to fuck off."

"You could give me a little credit, you know." Draco pressed a kiss to Kylie's forehead.

"I could? Really?" She winked.

"Shut up."

A sharp knock came from the door and Ron's disgruntled voice said "Dinner's ready." Before he stomped off.

"One last meal together?"

"Okay, I'm actually starting to get tired of that." Draco groaned. "Have some semblance of faith in me."

Kylie lifted up and kissed him. "Okay. I have faith in you."


Ginny watched from the window as Kylie and Draco said their goodbyes at the front gate. A look of discontent crept across her face as Draco stepped back and was gone with a pop.

As she walked inside, all eyes were on her. Ginny tried to reach out to comfort her, but Kylie just shook her head and walked into the kitchen. She didn't realize Ron was in there until it was too late.

"So, come to your senses, did you?" He said, leaning against the counter.

"I don't really have time for your shit, Ronald. So, if the next words out of your mouth are rude, I will punch you."

"Sorry. I'm just a bit confused. Of all people, why him? Why Malfoy? You know how he is, what he's done… You don't-"

"Do not say 'you don't know him like we do'. I've heard that one too many times. And I'll tell you what I've told everyone else. You don't know him like I do. People change, Ronald. Sometimes for the good."

"Don't get snippy with me. I'm just trying to look out for a friend." Ron held his hands up in mock surrender.

"We've never really been friends, Ron. So, that's not a valid excuse. It's a copout."

"What do you mean 'we've never been friends'? We're friends...kind of."

"Ronald. No. First year, I didn't really talk to anyone, so that is on me. But the next year, after Ginny and became friends, you never even tried to talk to me. You kind of just stared at me and it got kind of creepy. And let's not forget third year, When you and Hermione started pussyfooting around each other. You got extra weird and stare-y. And after that, you started hating me."

"I never hated you, per say. l was just... a bit jealous."

"Jealous." Kylie scoffed. "What for? Because I never had a crush on you?"

"Well, You seemed to like everyone of my siblings but me. You can't have all of them, you know. And, well, you know…Fred. Fred knew I liked you."

"I let you keep Percy." Kylie winked. "Seriously, though. It was nothing to do with you. Bill… Bill was a crush. I was 13 and he had an earring and ponytail. It's a girl thing. And… Fred." Kylie paused. "First, it was a crush. And then I found out he liked me, too. But I was too young. And by the time the age difference wasn't a big deal, it was too late. We were together a few months and he left school." Kylie chuckled at a memory. "He told me that he didn't care if I dated anyone while I was still in school, that he'd be there waiting for me when I finished. But shit happened. He never did it to spite you. Literally everyone knew you liked Hermione before you did, so at that point didn't think you'd care, honestly."

"Well, I did." Ron shrugged.

"You can stop caring about it now. He's gone. He's gone and we're all angry about it. Because I lost him, too. I loved him. But he wouldn't want you hating me anymore."

Ron didn't have a chance to respond because Ginny walked through the doorway. She liked between the pair with a raised eyebrow. "The two of you by yourselves. Should I worry? Is one if you dead already? Am I too late?"

"We're fine, Gin. You people just like to corner me in empty rooms, apparently." Kylie turned to Ron. "We're good?"

Ron shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, we're good."

Ron walked out of the room at a brisk pace and Kylie and Ginny couldn't help but giggle a little as he exited the room. "Still mad?" Ginny asked.

Kylie shrugged. "I dunno. I think he's got a better understanding though. About Fred and I."

Ginny groaned. "Finally. Maybe he'll shut the fuck up about it now."

"Gin, be honest with me here. Would I be crazy to wait and see if Drake stands up to his mum? I think I've forgotten what is like to actually be invested in a relationship. If Fred was still here, I wouldn't even be in this position right now. I was set. Loads of meaningless relationships until I finished school with my perfect guy waiting on me when I finished. It was so close, you know? If all of that shit hadn't happened… I wouldn't even be worrying about this right now."

"But shit did happen. And you're moving on. You had a good year and a half with Fred. Cherish it, whatever, but move on." Ginny shrugged, crossing her arms. "You've never been one to be overly sentimental."

"Am I allowed to miss my dead ex-boyfriend or not?!" Kylie snapped. Her eyes widened at the words that came out of her own mouth.

"That's the first time you've said it. The first time you've said anything other than 'he's not here'."

"It's called moving on. Which I'm trying to do. And I'm being cockblocked by Narcissa fucking Malfoy." Kylie groaned. "I hate her. She's never going to let him be with me. I'm the complete opposite of them."

"Cockblocked. That's an interesting choice of word. Unless…." Ginny's mouth fell open. "You slept with him?!" She said in a harsh whisper.

"Shut up! And yes!" Kylie whispered back. "Like six times yesterday. Three before dinner and three before we fell asleep. And yes, it was good. And no, I don't wish we hadn't. And yes, I feel terrible for every woman that misses out on sleeping with him."

"Stop having sex at my mother's house!" Ginny laughed.

"What about your mother's house?" Harry asked, walking into the kitchen.

"Oh, nothing." Kylie tried to contain get laugher. "Your girlfriend is just being a hypocrite."

Harry raised an eyebrow, but didn't question the two girls in front of him. Both were still trying not to laugh too loudly. "Ky, Malfoy'll come around."

Harry's statement made Kylie remember what she had said about Fred. "Harry. You don't happen to know where George is, do you?"

"Out in the garden, I think."

"Thanks. I need to talk to him." Kylie left the kitchen abs walked outside, pulling the sleeves of her sweater around her hands.

George's flaming red hair looked harsh against the snow that had fallen during the night. He was sitting on a bench, just behind the pumpkin patch. He didn't seem to notice Kylie until she spoke.

"Georgie." Kylie gave a half-smile and George stood up to greet her. "Hey, stranger." She said, wrapping her arms around him. George buried his head in the crook of Kylie's neck as he hugged her tightly.

"How are you?" George asked add they broke apart.

"A bit offended, actually. You haven't said one word to me since I've been here."

George attempted a small smile. "Haven't spoken to anyone, really."

"Well, I was going to ask how you were but that pretty much covers it." Kylie gave a sympathetic look. "I miss him, too. And you."

"So, Malfoy, eh? What's that about?" George asked, trying to change the subject. He sat back down and nodded to the empty space next to him.

Kylie joined him and laid her head on his shoulder. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. It hit me about five minutes ago that this is it. I have to move on, for real. There's no one waiting on me now."

"He was making the days down on a calendar, you know. Waiting until the last day of school. He was going to surprise you by having gone round your mum's and packing all your things and putting them in our flat. He was going to meet you at the platform." George's eyes welled up a little. "This is the most I've talked about him."

"Well, that's not going to happen anymore. And I need to move on. I'd like to move on with Draco. But… I guess what I'm asking is… do you think Freddie would think I'm absolutely bonkers or do you think he'd be okay with it?"

"Would he be okay with you and Malfoy?" George looked off into the distance for a good while before answering. "Malfoy…. Malfoy's good…"

"You think?" Kylie wrapped her arms around George's arm.

"He's not the same. You can see it in his eyes."

"None of us are the same."

George let out a dry chuckle. "You got that right." He kissed Kylie on the top of her head. "Fred would be happy that you're happy. And he'd know that more than one person would kill Malfoy if he hurt you. You're still family. Even if it won't be official. And just for reference, he thought you were absolutely bonkers anyways."

"We were both unconventional, to say the least." Kylie grinned. "Think you might want some company tonight? You get your room back."

George nodded. "Company would be good. Got a bottle of firewhiskey hidden. I'll break it out."

"Can we just sit here for a while? It's a little crazy inside."

"Why do you think I was out here to begin with?"

Kylie nodded in understanding and cuddled closer to George for warmth. He wreaked his arm around her and they both looked up at the sky as small snowflakes began to fall. Kylie grinned widely. "Thank you, Freddie." She whispered up at the sky.

"Yeah, thanks, Freddie." And for the first time in months, George gave a genuine smile in remembrance of his brother.

Xxxxx

A/N: I didn't mean to go in this direction … but I did it … and I made myself sad.