A/N: The long-awaited finale! Just kidding, but here it is. Please do enjoy :)
I've been dreaming of us leaving everything and everyone we've ever known.
I've been thinking all these visions must be a sign,
So hold on and don't let go.
xXx
So march with me if you believe there's any hope for us.
I've been hiding in these trenches for far too long.
xXx
Come on come on, get up get up.
I know a place that we can get away from all of this.
Yeah.
I couldn't see a thing till I shut my eyes.
I never knew a thing till I lost my mind.
I would sell my soul to know it all, but I held the keys all this time.
—Visions
Maybe it was making love. Maybe. He wasn't sure. But he let her, and she showed him. And it was beautiful. It was terrifying. And maybe, just maybe, it was something like perfection. The night fell into a tangle of touches and sighs and softest pleasure. And as they lay together upon her silken sheets, their skin kissed by the fading moonlight, he sank into her scent and her embrace in a way he'd never allowed before.
His chest constricted at her ever touch, as though the sincerity and love would burn his skin and tear to pieces his re-awakening heart. She soon fell asleep, nestled gently, closely, intimately, in his frail-feeling arms. He watched her soft breathing, felt it brush over his bare chest again and again. He wanted to run.
The tantalizing image of slipping out from beneath her and leaving, of never looking back, of fleeing this place, this moment, and everything it might mean, haunted him at her every breath. He couldn't breathe. His heart beat harder and harder, and he was sure that soon it would wake her. It mustn't. She was so beautiful lying in his arms, so beautiful and so dangerous. He mustn't wake her. For whichever reason, he wasn't sure. And so he lay there, guarding her from himself, throughout the long and turbulent night.
Astoria awoke as the soft sunlight fell through the open window, brushing over her pale skin. Her eyes opened slowly, and the love and relief in them as they lighted upon his own was painful. He'd made it. He'd survived the night. And he received the most precious and terrifying of rewards as she smiled up at him and gently pressed her lips to his. A kiss. Not an invitation. Just a kiss. Because she loved him.
"Leave with me," he breathed as she pulled away. His voice was ragged, as though the words had been torn unwillingly from his own throat. His eyes bored into hers intensely.
She wavered a moment, her eyes falling to his chest where her fingers danced absent patterns. "Where, Draco? Where would you have me go?"
He took her idle fingers in his, rushing to get the words out before he could stop himself. "Anywhere, Astoria. Everywhere. Let's just… just go." There was a hope in his voice, stronger if only barely than the fear, stronger by far than the anger he so often hid behind. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest, or was it his own? He couldn't tell. It felt like the world was pulsing around him, within him, between them. Waiting. Hoping.
A dam broke inside him, even as she hesitated, and a rush of feeling flew through his veins. Urgently, he pressed a kiss full of need, and a thousand things he couldn't yet accept or express, to her lips, pulling her into him as though if only they got close enough, they might become one. Her eyes were wide and seemed to reflect his own heart as he pulled reluctantly away. "Come with me," he said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Come away with me."
Her gaze turned intent, searching, for the briefest of moments. And then she smiled, nodded. And the world opened before him, the sun rising bravely above the horizon. "Of course." She kissed him softly. "I'd follow you anywhere you might lead me."