The Wishing Tree

Chapter 2: Truth and magic

The light from the moon was limited, and though it seemed to glare beautifully down upon The Wishing Tree, I couldn't see the man who was standing before me. He began to move curiously towards me.

"Yes?" I whispered. He stopped.

The silence dragged on, but neither of us moved.

I was getting desperate. I moved forwards, away from the tree, squinting.

My breath caught in my throat as his face became clearer, closer. What was he doing here? What were the chances that we would both come to this place on the same night? I couldn't find any words. I didn't know what to say, and it seemed neither did he.

"What are you doing here?" I offered an opener.

He didn't take it. He simply looked at me.

We were no more than a metre apart now.

After a long while of simply looking at each other. He spoke.

"Looking for you." He stated simply.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was looking for me? Why? How did he know where to find me? I was looking for him, that's all I knew. He was all I knew anymore. The Wishing Tree had granted me my wish before I had made it.

I looked up towards the moon, the stars, and the long branches of the tree, wiping away the few tears that fell as relief washed over me.

He was here, looking for me.

I looked back at his face to search for an answer, only to find he was gone. Panic rose inside me as I thought I had missed my chance, my chance to tell him everything I had ever felt, everything I had ever wanted. I turned towards The Wishing Tree to find him gazing at it, my panic subsided immediately. He was still here. I found myself walking towards where he was stood, stopping by his side, barely an inch from him. He continued to stare at the tree as he spoke.

"I didn't understand it at first."

"Didn't understand what?" I was confused.

He looked down at the mossy grass before looking directly at me.

"What I felt."

I swallowed. My mouth was dry. What he felt. What was he saying?

"What you felt." I stated stupidly, as if trying to confirm what I heard.

He looked away as if embarrassed. Embarrassed? He was embarrassed. I watched him walk away, I knew he wasn't leaving. He sat down and lent against the only other tree for what seemed like miles, I felt lured towards him as I knew I would, and so I followed. He didn't look at me once, and though years ago I would have easily walked away and thought nothing of it, or him, now I knew I could not. My feelings for him burned so strongly now, and I had never known that they would ever burn at all. The most encouraging part of this strange yet wonderful situation was the start. Hermione. He had called me Hermione.

"You called me by my first name." I looked at him, he looked back.

"Things are different now, I never wanted…at school I never wanted that front, not when I realised…what i…."

"Felt..." I finished. His eyes were boring into mine, and I couldn't look away. It was just me and him, alone. Nobody else mattered, not now. I knew what was happening, I didn't know why, but I didn't care. All I knew was that we were here, right now, and we both wanted the same things.

His hand appeared by my cheek, I sensed it rather than saw it.

"I…" He breathed.

I took his hand and placed it on my cheek, closing my eyes at his touch, his soft skin gliding over me like liquid.

"I've wanted this for so long." He murmured, and I felt him move closer to me. I slowly opened my eyes as he pressed his forehead against mine, breathing more rapidly.

I didn't have any words. I couldn't find any, but I knew it didn't matter. I didn't need to say anything, anything at all.

I lifted my head towards him and he bent down towards me and gently kissed me. His lips were the softest I had ever felt, and I longed for no others. He kissed me again, this time more passionately, more deeply, and I kissed him back with the same passion he gave me. My head was spinning, all I could think of was him, and how I never wanted this to end. He was who I had been searching for, all this time, all these years; he was who I wanted, despite everything we had been through in the past. Things were different now.

He pulled away gently staring intensely into my eyes. I stared back, mesmerised.

The moon seemed somehow brighter now, as if it was playing a part in the moment. Its light shone down onto us, making his hair gleam brighter than it usually did.

How I'd missed him, every part of him. Until now I hadn't realised I had ever missed him, at all. I even missed his smirk, his confident, arrogant smirk.

Until now I hadn't realised I was in love. I didn't just love him; I was in love with him.

I was in love with Draco Malfoy.

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