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Flashback
Beginning of March 1978
Aftermath of Private Sex Pistols Concert for Wizarding Kind
A nip at his collarbone, nails lightly dragging along his sides, a swipe of her tongue up the hollow of his throat. A peal of laughter as he flipped them over. The heels of her feet dug into his lower back, her head thrown back, pure euphoria teasing at her features. His own fingers climbed the ladder of her ribs, his mouth languidly pressing open-mouthed kisses to her sternum. She shivered beneath him, her warmth enveloping him. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and she shakily breathed tender words of affection.
It'd been a magical night: Riley, Sirius, Remus, James, Lily, Hermione and Draco had all been in attendance. The concert set their magic ablaze, and afterwards with hearts pumping and eyes bright with electricity they'd found a noodle spot and each consumed a large bowl. The rich broth, thin noodles, and meat had warmed their chilled bones and sated they snuck back into the castle. They'd needed a break. Sirius had heard about the concert from one of the Ravenclaws in their year, and the rest was history.
The others had gone to the Head Dorms to crash for the night, but Draco and Hermione both claimed they were exhausted and headed back to Gryffindor Tower.
They'd crept undetected into the Seventh Year boys' room, both Peter and Frank were fast asleep (they'd asked Peter and Frank to join them, but Frank was haggard from a long week of classes, and Peter politely declined and said he wasn't in a 'concert mood'). Within moments, Hermione pushed Draco back onto his bed, and followed a breath later, straddling his hips and kissing him softly. Draco threw up locking and silencing charms on his curtains.
Later, neither of them could sleep. They laid awake, entangled, Hermione drawing circles on Draco's chest. The witch huffed out a sigh and sat up abruptly.
"Let's go for a walk."
"A walk?" Draco repeated, his voice gruff. He scratched at his temple momentarily, and then shrugged. "Fuck it, why not?"
Which is how the pair ended up on the lip of the spire of Gryffindor Tower, their legs dangling over the edge, a thick, knitted quilt wrapped around them as they gazed up at the stars. Their brooms laid beside them, secured to the spire with sticking charms.
"Can you believe we're going to graduate soon?" Hermione asked softly. She was nestled in Draco's embrace, her back pressed against his front, and her head resting in the nook where his neck and shoulder met. Draco tightened his grip around her midsection.
"I can, but I don't like thinking about it," Draco confessed into the night, his hot breath a swirl of fog in front of his face. "It just means our time is running out."
The silence was solemn and heavy for several moments before Hermione broke it in a hushed whisper. "Did we love them enough? Did we— "
"I'd like to think that we did, and that we made the most of this chance that magic and fate decided to give us," Draco replied. Draco wished fate had also seen fit to give James and Lily more time, more life to live, and to change the course of history.
A world without James Potter and Lily Evans would be duller, the colours would bleed out, and everything would be painted in muted shades. Just the thought of such a world made his chest constrict and his breathing more laborious.
"Tell me it's going to be okay, Draco."
Draco swallowed thickly, and did just that. It was going to be okay, even if it wasn't for a long while, and even if some part of them would never recover from the loss, the world would one day make sense again.
At least that's what he told himself, because even if James and Lily's time would stop long before it should, the rest of them would live on. And it would be a disservice to them and their memory if they didn't live their lives to the fullest.
Thursday, April 8th, 1999
Lupin Den
Draco lazily swirled the amber liquid in the weighty, short glass held loosely in his left hand, his elbow was propped up on the couch's arm. The large, round ice cube clinked against the glass' edges. One ankle was resting on the opposite knee.
Remus and Tonks were adjacent to him, comfortably sharing a black, leather armchair. Tonks was sitting sideways on Remus's lap, one hand buried in his hair by his nape massaging his scalp, the other was holding a plate hosting a slab of delectable chocolate cake. Remus had a hand around Tonks' waist, the other held a fork that he was using to eat his cake; he occasionally shared a forkful with his wife.
Sirius and Riley were on the couch beside Draco. Riley's legs were thrust across Sirius's lap and he was languidly stroking a finger along the length of her thigh. Her arms were around his neck and she was relaxing against him; looking the picture of contention.
A bemusing thing of note was that Tonks' hair had grown past her shoulders and turned raven black the moment she laid eyes on Draco. However, the most heartwarming part of the evening thus far was how quickly Teddy had taken to Draco.
The young boy morphed into a miniature version of Draco and fastened himself to his cousin until his bedtime rolled around. He kicked up a fuss, and Draco's presence was therefore needed as Remus put his son to sleep.
"I've missed Mipsy's cooking…Merlin she's outdone herself with this chocolate cake," Remus hummed, closing his eyes in pure bliss as he ate another bite of cake.
"She most certainly has," Tonks agreed as Remus fed her another bite. The metamorphagus's hair receded until it was cropped and spiky, and the raven exploded into a sunny yellow.
Conversation flowed easily, drinks poured aplenty and soon Remus was carrying Tonks—she'd dozed off in his lap—to bed. Sirius and Riley waited till Remus re-entered the living room to take off.
Sirius tackled Draco into a bone-crushing hug and Riley dropped several loud kisses to Draco's forehead. Riley was droopy-eyed and sleep weighed down her limbs, so they said their farewells, and Sirius gave her a piggyback ride out the house. The pair headed back to Sett Cottage for the night.
(Riley and Tonks both readily agreed to moving into Potter Manor, but the extended pack decided to wait for Hermione's return before they made the move.)
Draco and Remus were left on their own, and wordlessly the pair began to tidy up in comfortable silence. It was only when Draco was scrubbing the dinner dishes that Remus opted to voice a few thoughts.
"She'll be home soon, Draco. I'm sure of it."
Draco paused, a tiny frown tugging at his brow and he gingerly held a plate in both hands. An unspoken question must be present on his features as Remus elaborated.
"I can read you pretty easily at this point. You miss her. We all do, but in your case…well…" Remus trailed off. However, the sentiment behind his wistful words was effortlessly conveyed.
"Sometimes, when I'm alone, my thoughts get the better of me…and I wonder if she really is coming back," Draco croaked, putting the plate down on top of the remainder of the dishes. It clinked harshly in the silence. Draco refused to look at his friend who was languidly leaning back against the counter beside him.
Draco hadn't dared to admit his fears aloud until that moment; he knew they were greatly unfounded, but every second that expired with Hermione lost in time caused his fears to fester.
"She's coming back," Remus said with a ferocity that shocked Draco from his melancholic state, and he blinked rapidly at his best mate. Draco nodded dully, more a reactionary response than one of agreement.
Draco wished he could have Remus's conviction, but it had been so long since he'd seen her and her absence weighed on his heart, mind and spirit like confining irons.
Later that night, Draco laid in his bed at Potter Manor, his sheets the only thing covering his bare form, a hand outstretched to the ceiling, mind eons away.
(Mipsy had made up all the Marauders beds the moment she sensed Draco's return to the present. Although his room remained unfurnished; all his belongings patiently waiting to be unpacked from his chest.)
Remus offered to make up the guest bedroom for the night but Draco began to crave solitude, or perhaps he was fleeing from the unwavering determination in Remus's eyes.
Draco envisioned her hazel eyes, her raven curls, and for a moment it was like her hair was tangled around his fingers, and he relished its silky texture.
Draco couldn't sleep. It could have been minutes or perhaps hours, but at some point faint humming came from outside his room and circled his head. Mipsy, Draco thought. She wasn't invading his space, but she was letting him know she was there, that he wasn't alone.
It made all the difference. He'd chosen isolation, but it wasn't what he needed. Somehow Mispy had known, perhaps the many years by Dorea's side had rubbed off on her.
The humming grows louder and transforms into a lullaby Narcissa used to sing to him when he was little. It is soft and soothing and strange emotion builds in his chest. However, it wasn't long before the ancient lullaby lulled him into a deep, dreamless sleep.
I know this chapter is a little short, but I am going to be posting the next one soon! Part III is kind of developing as we go, I am doing a lot of re-arranging, chopping and alterations. There are some scenes that happen earlier than I originally intended and some things I have cut out all together. Hopefully it ends up working out alright. I'm quite looking forward to you lot reading the next few chapters.
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