Never have I written a whole Harry Potter story, but I thought I'd have a crack at it. I hope I do this story justice. It's an amazing series, and I recommended both the stories and the movies. Srsly. JK Rowling is the epitome of badassery, and I bow to her writing skills. That is all.

This story takes place after the war.

Draco POV

As soon as that question fell from her pretty pink lips I felt my stomach fall to my toes, and I felt like a heavy boulder was being pressed onto my chest, stopping any words from coming out of my mouth.

She asked over and over again why I lied, and why I didn't tell her about my past, and I just couldn't get the words out.

And it made me sick.

Every cell in my body was screaming at me to get on my knees, bury my face in her stomach and beg for her forgiveness, but I just didn't.

And I didn't know why.

Why could I do it?

Why couldn't I move?

I could barely breathe, for Salazar's sake, and I hated every moment of it.

She was walking away. And I couldn't do anything to stop her. She had every right to do that, Hell, she could have punched me dead in the jaw and shot me with every jinx she had been taught over the last month and it still wouldn't be a fitting punishment. But watching her walk away, of her own volition, and leave me behind hurt more than I could explain.

The scornful tone of voice she used when talking to me made my very insides boil on the spot, and for the first time in years, I felt the near-overwhelming urge to cry. To plead with her, to beg her to stay, to scream her name, to yell for her to come back.

But I didn't.

And then she was gone.

For a few moments, the cabin was deathly silent. I could hear the overtly loud sound of Theodore's uncomfortably quick pulse as his heart pounded loudly in his chest. I could feel the fury bubbling beneath Blaise's forced patina of calm. He was going to tear into me for this. I just knew it, but honestly, there was nothing in this world he could say that could make me feel worse.

You don't deserve her.

I knew that already.

She hates you.

I gathered that.

You should have died in the War.

Get in line with the other people who think that.

You're worthless.

I know.

"She'll come around."

Wait.. What?

That wasn't at all what I was expecting in the slightest. Blaise turned back to me, his eyes tight and unfocused, as he listened out for Evelyn and Pansy's footsteps until he could do no longer, and sighed, before settling back into the booth, and stated, "You fucked up, you know that Draco?"

His tone wasn't nearly as scathing as I had assumed it to be. It was almost too soothing to be truthful. And I didn't deserve a second of it. He should be angry. He should be furious. But he wasn't. He was calm, as always, and kept his cool.

It was then that the boulder seemed to dissipate, and broke away from my body, and I could finally breathe.

Not having her here with me was hard. Knowing that she's mad at me made me physically ill, and I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead and the back of my neck. I went to stand, shakily, to go after her, however I felt a hard hand lay on my shoulder, and force me back into my seat.

"Don't," Blaise ordered, "You'll make it worse. Let her do what she needs to do with Pans, and when she comes back, be honest with her."

I whined, low in my throat, completely lost in my own thoughts, and I said, brokenly, "I.. Cant, Blaise."

"Draco," he grabbed my face in his cool hands, calming me down, a little at least, and said, "She isn't going anywhere, so please, please, talk to her. Tell her about why you did what you did, and she'll understand. Andiamo!"

Whenever Blaise got to speaking in his home tongue, I always knew he was serious, and this was as tense of a time as any, so it wasn't a surprise that he was now.

I couldn't find the words to actually explain the actual level of shame I felt every single time I glanced at the Dark Mark soiling the skin of my forearm, and so when she asked me about it nearly three weeks ago, I told her it was a wizarding tattoo, and she believed me.

Of course she did.

She didn't know any different, and at that moment in time, I was fine with it. Until now, anyway.

I knew the truth would come out, eventually, I just didn't now it would be now.

Theo stated, calmly, from his seat opposite us, with a quirk in his lips, and a crook in his shoulder, "I could talk to her, if you would like. I am the reason why you got the Mark, so why shouldn't I explain the reasoning behind it to her?"

I was already shaking my head by the end of the statement. I needed to make this right. It had to be me. I lied, and I'm the one who she's mad at. I might be a Veela in love, but I was still a Malfoy, and we took responsibility for our mistakes, few and far in between as they were.

I stated, firmly, "Thank you, Nott, but.. I need to do this."

The twenty minutes that we waited were long, and I wrestled with the thrashing Veela inside of me. It wanted her by its side now, whereas I knew that she needed to cool off before we did something that we'd regret later.

I was so trapped in my own thoughts that I didn't realise she was returning until Blaise stiffened, momentarily, and said, calmly, "She's coming back."

Theo turned his head to look at the door, as his fiancée of the last however many years, followed by the light of my life, who held a quiet smile on her face, raising my previously sullied hopes a little higher than they were before.

Then she met my eyes, and it wasn't anger that I saw.

It was sadness.

And that was worse than the fury. It was so much worse than the anger.

She looked like she was about to cry, and if I hadn't felt like a dick before, then now, I felt like the world's biggest arsehole.

I was supposed to be the one wiping her tears, not causing them.

I was supposed to be defending her, not the one hurting her.

Why couldn't I just do my job right?

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Instead of allowing her to sit on Blaise's left hand side, and two seats away from me, I stood, sweeping past Pansy, and grasping her elbow in a deadlock, and leading her out of the compartment, ignoring her outraged cries of indignation.

I tugged her into another compartment, and saw that it was being occupied by a few first year assumed Slytherins, and I sent them a sharp glare that had them scuttling away, their tails between their legs.

Good God it was great being a Malfoy sometimes.

"What is your fucking problem, Draco?," she shouted while throwing herself out of my arms, and falling into the plush booth seat. She was glaring a hole in the furnished table, and couldn't meet my pained eyes, even though I wanted nothing more than to look into those bright, bright violet orbs.

"I'm sorry," I said, simply, and shuffled into the booth opposite to her, and she flinched at my words, which, in turn, made my stomach clench, uncomfortably.

She replied, her voice shaky, "W.. Why did you lie to me?"

Her voice was so small and unsteady that I had to quell the urge to gather her in my arms and just hug away her problems. Even though I was the cause of more than one of them. Inhaling, deeply, I clenched my fists, to the point of where I pierced the skin of my palm with my clean, impeccable nails, and answered, "I.. I lied because it was.. Easier than the truth."

Her brows furrowed, and I had already known that she had the most adorable confused face that I had ever seen, but to see her in this scenario, it made my heart treble in speed.

I elaborated, "The reasoning behind my Mark is.. Not what you think. I didn't take it because I.. wanted to. It was to save Theo's life.. If I didn't, he would have had to, and I knew that he would rather have died than do it.. And that would have taken him away from Pans, and I already knew she wouldn't forgive me if I let him die," I paused, rubbing the back of my neck, and staring directly at my clammy hands, "I didn't have anyone to come home to, so it.. It wasn't so bad if I took it. He threatened my family, and at the time, I just thought it was a Binding Mark, so I took it, without much thought of my own safety. As long as Theo and my parents were safe, I was fine with the consequences, but.. It was Hell."

I shrugged off my jacket, and rolled up the sleeve of my shirt, conveying my Dark Mark, knowing that this is the only way for her to fully understand. Baring this Mark was like baring the deepest, darkest part of my soul, and I hoped that she would be able to accept me for all that I was.

"This will never go away. Its always going to be here.. I didn't want you to know of my weakness. I couldn't let you see that part of me. I was weak and I couldn't let you know that part of me. My pride wouldn't let me do it."

She blinked up at me, her eyes filled with tears and she opened her pretty little mouth to say something, but I couldn't let her. Not when I had started. I wasn't going to be able to stop, no matter what. I pressed my finger lightly to her smooth, velvety lips, and carried on, enthused, "I'm sorry.. Fucking Hell, you don't know how sorry I am for lying to you. That was not how I wanted to start our relationship," I slid out of the booth, and knelt facing her, my hands curled behind her knees, and I stated, full of a strong sense of certainty, "I cant do this without you. I really cant. You're everything to me, and.. Sweet Salazar this is hard to say," I grasped her hands in my own, slightly shaking fingers, and finished, "I love you."

She licked her lips, tempting me even further, the little she-demon, and stammered, quietly, "I.. I'm glad that you can talk to me like this.. I do, but," my heart stilled in my chest, for a brief moment, and I felt bile rise up in my throat at the thought of her leaving me. She continued, without pause, "But I need for you to be able to do this whenever you're feeling down or anything."

She moved her hands from inside of my own, and placed them on either side of my neck, pressing her forehead against my own, bumping our noses together, and stated, confidently, "I love you, too, Draco."

Something twinkling caught my attentions from around her collar and as I saw it, I felt my mouth become dry at the sight of my ring around her neck. She gathered that I noticed it, and pulled it out from her tee, and said, "I didn't want to wear it on my finger, just in case I lost it or whatever, so I put it around my neck, so its always close to my heart."

Giving her one of those soppy, pathetic, stupidly bright grins, I nudged our foreheads together once more, and pressed a chaste kiss on her lips, hearing her cry of alarm become swallowed up by my ravenous mouth. I placed a light hand on her waist, and pulled her forward, so we were both standing, and she was on her tip-toes, because, of course, she was nearly a foot and a half shorter than I was.

"I'm sorry," I whined into her mouth, and she breathed a small sigh of relief. Pressing light kisses to her thin jaw line, and down the side of her neck, sucking, licking, nipping, biting her in the ways that I knew she liked, and she ran her fingers through my hair, mussing it up even more than it already was, but I couldn't find it in me to care.

We were okay.

Honestly, these apologies went a very fucking long way, and I would have to tell Blaise that he was a smart arse.

A life-saver, but a smart arse, nonetheless.

I'M BACK LOVELIES! I HOPE YOU HAD A WONDERFUL HALLOWEEN!