Letting Go

"Where are you taking all my stuff? Seriously now this isn't funny. Hey stop it, put my stuff back."

"No. Anyway this stuff isn't yours it belongs to Harry bloody Potter, as you would say," Draco said.

I trailed behind the mountain of gathered possessions attempting to knock him over so the spell would lift. He said this has to end now but what does that mean? We reached my small back garden. A summer table and chairs stood lonely in a corner, not ever been used. The grass was starting to overgrow and all the flowerbeds were covered in dead or dying flowers. Draco made his way forward and set the objects down in a misshapen hill in the middle of the grass.

"It's time to let go."

With those final words Draco muttered a spell. Sparks shot out of his wand tip and ignited the heap.

"W, w, what are you doing?" I hissed. "Stop it please."

"I can't. It's for your own good," he sighed.

I started to cry. Tears ran freely down my face as I looked on helplessly at the flames. Everything I had left of my husband was turning to ash. All the love that never turned to hate was being ripped away from me and I couldn't stop it. I drew out my own dragon heart string wand and shot every spell I could think of at the flames but they just kept burning. The pictures folded inside the heap. One floated free and glided to my feet. I picked it up, trying not to touch the smoking edges and looked at it. The picture was of Harry and in the background was a smiling red haired girl. I studied the picture more closely and made out two hands clasped together, their hands.

"No," I whispered. "No, no, no. All this time and I didn't know, all this time!"

"What didn't you know?" said Draco, approaching apprehensively.

"That my EX-husband was a cheat long before I was told."

He stood in the darkening garden, staring at nothing in particular. A cool breeze attacked his usually flat hair and sent Goosebumps up his pale arms. I suddenly had an urge to embrace him which I did. He seemed slightly taken aback when I first wrapped my arms around his waist. But he seemed to recover quickly as I soon felt his thin arms snake around me and pull me closer.

"Can I just ask why we are hugging?"Draco asked, looking down into my eyes.

"Because I felt like having some reassurance before I do what I'm about to do," I answered, pulling out of the hug.

"What are you about to..."

His next words were cut off as I pressed my lips to his. I held our position for a few seconds then broke our contact leaving him in a stunned silence.

"I know that was probably a shock," I said tentatively. "But I just needed that as my final step of letting go."

"Yeah...eh...anyway, so... do want to go get some dinner?"

"That would be nice. Though lets go to somewhere slightly posh, to celebrate my letting go and moving on," I said, trying to act natural.

I turned and walked back into my house ignoring my thoughts that where trying to process the spark and fireworks that came with that meaningless kiss.

The restaurant was alight with atmosphere. Friends, families and lovers gathered around oak tables enjoying each other's company. Waiters weaved in and out taking orders and delivering drinks. Glittering platters of divine food lay on tables waiting to be consumed.

"May I take your coats sir and madam," a waiter asked, politely holding out his arm.

"Yes thank you," Draco answered, handing over his navy blue jacket.

"There is a table for two here, sir," the waiter pointed to a secluded table lit by lamps draped in orange shawls. "Is it to your liking?"

"Yes thank you."

We sat down and ordered a bottle of Italian white wine. Draco took the first sip to test if it was ok and it turned out to be as we drunk the whole bottle. The meal was exquisite, from the marinated beef to the chocolate torte, even Draco couldn't find a fault. After the dessert we had the restaurants recommended cognac.

"That was a...ma...zing," I chuckled to the waiter on our way out.

"You should be extremely proud with your achievement."

"Thank you sir, I'm glad you enjoyed it," he replied, an un amused glint in his eyes.

On the outside rain droplets hit our heads and my bare arms so we fumbled to put on our warm coats. Walking along the stone path we talked about anything and everything. Other late night diners passed by eyeing us with detest at our tipsy state. We laughed it off and carried on trotting down the road. At my door I fumbled to reach the keys out my small shoulder handbag.

"You are really good at opening doors, you know. You should be extremely proud with your achievement."

"Thank you Draco but I swear I have heard that said before but I don't know where," I giggled, falling onto my sofa.

"I haven't heard them before. I think you're a wee bit drunk," Draco said, stumbling into the room.

"What? You're Scottish now?"

"Maybe, I can be anything I want, whoops!"

He tripped over a leg of the coffee table and collapsed on top of me.

"Oh, hello," he murmured in my ear.

"Hey," I replied.

We gazed at each other for some time. Suddenly Draco leant close and pressed his lips to mine.

"What was that..."

I was cut by another attempt to claim my lips. This time I didn't hesitate. His lips where soft and worked with mine to create a perfect rhythm. The smell of alcohol encircled us. Draco snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me closer against his muscular chest. The kiss grew deeper and his daring grew stronger. I soon felt a hand caressing my thigh. I gasped at the touch. This gave his tongue access to mine. To me the world was a blur, no defying noise or movement could penetrate the bubble around me. I removed my hands from Draco's waist and buried them into his blond hair.

He pulled away slightly so our lips where millimetres from each other. We both gasped for breath, marvelling at the way we could make the other breath so heavily. This time of rest was over fast. His lips reclaimed mine.