A/N: Here's chapter 10. Its short I know, but at least its something. And for the record I have no idea when chapter 11 will be done. Yours truly, Mrs. Longbottom.
"We were both young when I first saw you, I close my eyes and the flash back starts, I'm standing there, on a balcony in summer air, see the light the party the ball gowns see you make your way through the crowd and say hello, little did I know, that you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles….." Taylor Swift
Chapter 10
At that moment Liz forgot all the pain about her mother's death, the only thing she was aware of was that she wanted Draco. After a few seconds Liz flew at his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck. In an instant Draco was going right back at her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. All was lost between those two wrapped in each others arms, the pain, the memories; everything had just vanished out of their minds. He started to gently lay her down on the bed, but she pulled away as she hit the pillows.
"Maybe I should show you around my hometown," she said, as she sat up. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that if it wasn't for guilt she would have gone all the way, especially when she saw the rejection in his eyes, testosterone is a funny thing. He nodded anyway, he knew that he had loved her enough that that stab wouldn't hurt him that much. Liz did feel a little bad, but she was just the kind of girl that wanted to wait until after she was married.
She stood up and dragged her hand through her hair, fluffing it a little bit.
"Let's go," she said. Draco stood up obediently. She took him through the little town, filled with shops of every kind, cafés, boutiques, and more. They lined up along the sidewalks. It was a picture perfect town, until you went downtown, that's when it got ugly. Too much industry, dirty, and just the typical downtown, but between the two extremes was a beautiful park. Yes her town was a clichéd little bugger, but oh well.
At the end of the tour, they enjoyed a stroll through the park. She clung to his arm, and he was very proud of it. The awkwardness was gone a while ago.
"Do you want to meet someone special?" she asked him.
"I think I already have," he said, lifting her chin and staring deep into her eyes, and gave her another passionate kiss.
When they were done she chuckled. "I didn't mean it like that," he was embarrassed now. "I meant it in a sense on meeting someone who is special, well to me anyway." She smiled a huge grin, because of Draco's confused stare. "C'mon, I'll bring you to meet my Nana."
They arrived at a little stone cottage, about a mile or two from the suburbs. It sat on a field and had a small path to get to it. Liz opened the white picket gate, and let Draco in. There was a dim light coming from the windows, and Liz walked up to the door and knocked. When it opened it revealed a thin woman, with white hair and a pair of glasses, she was about as tall as Liz.
"Hi, Nana," said Liz, giving her a hug.
"Hello, my dear," she said, looking over Liz's shoulders she asked, "Why Liz who's this fine gentleman?"
"Oh, that's Draco, he's my…friend…" she said, unsure if he was a friend or a boyfriend. Even if he was her boyfriend she wouldn't tell Nana. But Nana picked up on the statement.
"Pleased to meet you dearie," she said, putting a fragile hand out. "I'm Ceara (KYARA)." Draco heard the Irish accent on her voice.
He
took her hand. "Draco." He didn't want to go too in depth for
he had already been introduced. That was just the polite thing to do.
"Come in dearies, come in," said Ceara, gesturing with her
hand. "I got hot soup and tea if you would like some."
"Sounds great, Nana," answered Liz. She couldn't believe how well Nana was being, she had thought she would be very upset about her daughter dying. She really was a tough ol' Irish lady.
The evening rolled by quickly, it was around 9p.m and Nana made up the guest rooms for her granddaughter and her "friend". She was not going to have her grandbaby go home, alone. Plus, she would be able to serve them breakfast in the morning; she really did enjoy cooking for people. Liz had tried to convince her to be a chef but instead she was a stay at home widow and lived of her late husband's life insurance. She had worked back in the day at a quilting factory, and saved some money from that as well. Not to mention that Liz absolutely loved cuddling into Nana's quilts. She and Draco went to bed in their separate rooms.
Liz stared down at the bed, the dark posts and green quilts, it was quite welcoming. She moved to it, and jumped in it, burying herself in the thick covers. It was so cozy she drifted into a heavy sleep, forgetting to turn the light off.
Down the hallway Draco sat on the bed, staring into space. He liked it here, it was peaceful, but his father's voice was ringing in his head, 'Filthy mudblood, not worth the dust on our feet.' He shook his head to erase it, but it kept managing to come back. Eventually he through himself into the pillows and wanted to scream 'NO!' but he didn't want to disturb anyone either. Once he calmed down, he decided he wanted to see Liz again before he went to sleep.
He got up out of bed and quietly walked to Liz's room. He went in and saw her laying still. She was out and he knew it, but he went to turn off her bed lamp. When he saw her face he couldn't help but stare. She looked so tranquil yet she was struggling with something. He knelt beside her bed and stroked her cheek. Her hand seemed to drift to his, he smiled and kissed her lips, stood up, turned the light off, then left her room closing the door behind him. His heart beat uncontrollably in his chest. He loved her so much, and would do anything for that girl. He made it back to his room and slept.
Morning was there sooner than either of them had expected. They woke up to a late autumn sunrise, enhancing all the colors, and the smell of eggs and sausage. Liz rose up blankets falling off her chest. She looked out the big windows and looked over the rolling fields and reds, yellows, oranges, etc... She had a faint smile slide over her face, then she went into the kitchen where Nana had breakfast ready. She met Draco in the hallway, she smiled.
"Morning," she whispered, walking up to him, placing her hands on his chest.
"Morning," he replied, wrapping his arms around her back. "You look good as new."
Liz chuckled a little bit, was he blind? Could he not see that she was, in fact, looking like the living dead. "What a liar," she said.
"What is there to lie about?" he whispered in her ear, and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Let's go to breakfast," said Liz, turning around and going down the hallway. Draco followed obediently.