Epilogue:
She's Lost Inside

"I'm home," Serena Blake shouted upon entering the house. She listened intuitively, wondering if her call fell on deaf ears. Not that she would have minded. Being alone today sounded like a good idea for a change.

"In here Serena," she heard Harry's familiar voice shout. Ever since that day, when those men had appeared in Draco's living room, she'd been living with Harry Potter. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't like living with Draco either.

But she sure had learned a lot about Draco's past, over the last six months. Harry had no qualms with indulging her probing questions. And neither did Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend.

"How was school," Harry asked as he came out of the kitchen to meet her in the living room.

She was in her last year of high school now and in a few months she would easily graduate, despite all the days she had missed last year. And she had made a ton of friends here, but she still kept in touch with her friends Molly, Melvin and Darien as often as possible too. Things were finally looking really good for her in the future, for a change.

But despite all that, she still wasn't happy. Serena would gladly take her old life back, if it meant getting Draco back.

Serena sent Harry a reassuring smile, as she set her bag and coat down on the arm of the living room lazy boy. "It was good," she announced. "And I passed my math exams with flying colors!" She was grinning now, as Harry congratulated her and promised to make her something great for dinner.

Waiting until he went back into the kitchen to start dinner, Serena fell tiredly into the lazy boy. The apartment Harry and she shared was great. It was clean, well stocked and moderately decorated. Kind of like how Draco's home was starting to look like during their last week together.

"Draco," she whispered sadly and pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her bent knees. She missed him terribly, fear for him everyday. She cried every night over him.

Serena sat there quietly, lost in her thoughts for the next hour. She thought about him, like she did all the time. She could only hope he was okay, that he was unharmed.

They would not let her visit him, she couldn't even write him. And vise versa. She had no idea if he was still alive at all. All except for Harry's word.

And she had to believe he told her the truth. That he didn't lie when he said everything was fine, that Draco was fine.

A knock at the door had her head lifting from where it had stooped during her jumbled thoughts. Who could that be, she wondered. It wouldn't be Ron, she thought, she remembered Harry mentioning the young man was at his parents house for the week, some kind of family function or another.

"Serena can you get that," Harry shouted over the sound of the fan from the oven. Whatever was for dinner, it smelled great, she realized.

"Ok," she called in return and reluctantly climbed out of the chair. Reaching up, she wiped at her eyes that felt swollen itched terribly. When she pulled her had back, she was surprised to find tears.

Great, she thought as she headed for the front door. Another knock sounded, not any more persistent than the last. Whoever it was, they didn't sound impatient at all.

Without so much as greeting, Serena pulled the front door open as soon as she reached it.

And her heart stopped in her chest. She couldn't breathe, couldn't blink. She couldn't believe who she was seeing. "Draco," she whispered, her voice soft in hope of not shattering whatever dream she was having.

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She looked beautiful. It was the first thing that crossed his mind when she opened the door. It wasn't almost exactly like that night, when he was taken away. She stared at him, unable to speak. And there were tears in her eyes.

Why did he always make her cry, he wondered. He didn't want to be the source of her tears, but it seemed like it was the only emotion he caused her.

"Who was it Serena," Harry asked, slipping out of the kitchen. "Oh," he said and shook his head ruefully. "Never mind." the dark haired man then went back into the kitchen leaving the two of them alone.

Draco was grateful for the privacy. There was a lot he wanted to say to her. But first things first. "I'm so sorry Serena," he whispered.

The passed six month had been hell on him. Locked away like an animal. It was thoughts of her that kept him alive. Thoughts of seeing her again, gave him hope.

And finally he was free, released from his sentence all because Harry had kept his promise. And by the healthy flush to her skin, the meat on her bones, Harry had kept his other promise as well.

And because he couldn't hold himself back, and because he had missed her so much in the past six months, Draco stepped towards her. She had yet to speak, had yet to even acknowledge his presence besides whispering his name.

Draco touched her face, his hands cradling her heart shaped face, so that he could look into her eyes. This was his chance, there was no way to take back, what he was planning to do.

Unless he didn't do it.

But for once, he wasn't going to be a coward. Not about this. Not with her. Not again.

He bent his head down, ghosting his lips across hers. He watched her eyes widen in surprise, saw her flush brighten.

Draco smiled briefly, before claiming her lips with his own. A small whimper escaped her and suddenly her arms were wrapped around his neck, holding herself against him.

Chuckling, he angled his head over hers and caught her bottom lip between his teeth. He bit with only enough pressure to make her gasp and he deepened the kiss.

She was making these amusing sounds from the back of her throat, her hands gripping at his shoulders. Her body trembled within his embrace.

When he finally pulled back, they were both breathless. She was clinging to him and he could hear her heart racing in her chest, its tempo matching his own. "I've missed you so much," she said at last. And then her hands touched his freshly shaven face, her fingertips soft against his skin.

She pressed her lips against his briefly, then kissed his cheeks, his forehead, his chin. And then she was holding him, her embrace warm and loving. "Don't you ever leave me again," she breathed against his throat.

Draco shook his head. "Never," he replied. "I love you Serena Blake, and I plan to never leave, for as long as you want me around."

She pulled back to look up into his face. She was crying again. "I always make you cry," he said sadly and wiped away a stray tear with his thumb.

"Draco Malfoy, I've loved you from the day I stood on your porch out in the rain," she said through her tears. "And I will love you for as long as I live."

"Then you two better shut the bleeding front door and stop letting all the heat out," Harry snapped from the kitchen entry way. "Bloody hell." the young man shook his head in disgust and stalked back into the kitchen.

Draco smirked, but did as he was told and shut the front door. With one arm wrapped around the small blonde at his side, the two of them followed Harry into the kitchen, where he was cooking something that smelled awfully delicious.

The End

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And there you have it, the end of Night Games. I hope it was all to your liking. I hope to have Morning After up and running soon, but that will have to wait till after i move. Well i gotta run. you all take care.

LP signing out