My Loyal Readers,
Here we go again. It seems like ages ago that I started Draco Malfoy's Dirty Little Secret. It was just a little, tiny idea in my head that I began to write down. I figured Hey, I'll give this fan fiction thing a shot, and look what happened. I will say this to you now: This will be the last story in my Draco/Evelyn series. Unlike the other two, this one does not follow the book AT ALL and is completely from my imagination. I can not guarantee how often updates will be, but I'll get them out as quickly as I can possibly post them.
While I write the trilogy, I will also be writing my other three stories. Hopefully, I'll begin posting on those soon as well. I just knew that you all would want the trilogy first, so here it is.
Thank you for reading!
XOXO Kate
And without any further ado, so begins the final saga in the love of Draco Malfoy and Evelyn Zabini.
YAY!
"Thank you, Monty," I said, "For those kind words."
I looked from face to face around the long, majestic table. I recognized each face clearly, yet each one looked significantly different, tortured. Each individual carried an unspoken burden, I could see it so plainly. Blaise, sitting on Draco's right, was the worst of them all. I prayed this distress was not my fault.
"What's happened to you all?" I whispered, showing my sorrow, "You look so...pained."
No one answered me. They simply stared in wonder and amazement. Each man was a statue, expressions frozen in time.
"Draco?" I called softly. His name seemed unfamiliar to my tongue, like I had never spoken it before. Though at the same time, it tasted sweet in my mouth. It brought a sense of relief; security.
"Evelyn?" he asked, not believing his eyes. He rose from his chair slowly and began cautiously walking towards me. Every face in the room followed him, searching his expressions for some brief insight into his thoughts.
I nodded my head once as he approached me. He was tentative, uneasy, unsure. When Draco finally reached me, he just stood in front of me for a moment, stone still. Then slowly, carefully, he brought his hand up to caress my cheek. His touch was gentle, as if he was afraid that I would break if he applied too much pressure.
Then he kissed me. It was feverish, full of hunger and time-ripened desire. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his lips as close to mine as I could get them. Draco traced his tongue across my bottom lip and I opened my mouth eagerly. Our tongues danced for only a moment, before he broke the kiss all together. Despite feelings of disappointment, the rush I was left with solidified my beliefs that I truly was alive.
Draco rested his forehead against mine, breathing deeply and slowly.
"Please tell me I'm not dreaming," he whispered, voice raspy and weak, "Please don't let me wake up from this. I've done it too many times before."
"You're not dreaming, Drake," I replied, resting my head on his chest, "I'm really here. And I have no intentions of leaving ever again."
Draco wrapped his arms around my waist and embraced me tightly. He kissed me on the top of the head. There was a slight tingling sensation where his lips had touched me, and I knew that our telepathic connection had been forged once more.
"I thought that I had lost you for good," Draco's voice rang in my head.
"I did too, for a moment," I admitted, "But I just couldn't stay there, not without you."
I felt Draco nod and let out a sigh of contentment.
"I hate to do this to you," he whispered into my hair, "But we really do need to hold this meeting."
I nodded, the Dark Queen in me understanding perfectly well.
"Am I allowed to attend?" I asked, hopefully. I had no idea how long I had been gone, but I would definitely have to start catching up on things shortly. Why not now? The sooner I assume my duties as Dark Queen, the sooner everything will be just as it had once been.
"Of course," Draco replied, taking my hand in his. He lead me to the other side of the table, where his chair was placed. He sat down, then pulled me onto his lap so that I could sit with him.
I reached across the table, extending my right hand towards Blaise. He took it and rubbed his thumb across my knuckles.
"I've missed you so much, Evie," he stated, giving my hand a squeeze.
"We've all missed you, Princess," Monty added, "Oh Merlin, wait until Sophie and Marissa find out that you've come back to us."
I giggled and rolled my eyes.
"Sophie's hug will probably squash the life out of me," I moaned, a faint hint of anticipation in my voice.
How I had missed my friends, my family, everyone. And they had missed me too. That was the sweetest, as well as saddest, part. I scanned the table. Not all of our Death Eater friends were present. Of course, that was to be expected. Some would have been killed, others thrown in Azkaban. In fact, searching their faces, I realized something that I hadn't before. These weren't the same, loyal subjects Voldemort had reined over. It was their sons, their nephews, their younger brothers. I glanced to Draco and back to them. The next generation really was taking over power now.
"So," Draco began, "We need to fill the Queen in on a few things. Then, we'll discuss the way the revitalized empire is to be run. Obviously, Voldemort's ways were not as successful as he had thought. Therefore, Blaise, Montague, Goyle and I have come up with a new, more adequate way to govern our legions."
Draco secured his grip on me and turned me to face him slightly. I didn't release Blaise's hand.
"Don't interrupt me until I'm finished, I know you like to jump in with inquiries too quickly," he ordered.
I opened my mouth to protest, but shut it at the stern look in his eyes.
"When I'm done informing you of your absence, you can ask all you want. Once your burning curiosity is satisfied, we'll move on to the plans. Of course, you can pipe up with questions and suggestions during that whole epidemic. Sound fair?"
I nodded, gaining a firmer grip on Blaise's hand while I waited for Draco to begin.
He inhaled a long, deep breath. Then, he closed his eyes as if thinking back to a dream he once had.
"Where to start?" he wondered aloud, speaking only to himself.
Monty leaned forward to make a recommendation, "I suppose you should start with the war."
Draco leaned back in his chair some, cradling me close to his chest. I had no objection to this, but it did require Blaise to scoot his chair closer so that he could still hold on to my hand.
"Right, the war," Draco groaned, rubbing his forehead with his left hand.
"To make it simple, Evelyn, we lost," he stated.
I nodded. Honestly, that didn't surprise me that much. However, part of me was still disappointed that all our efforts had been in vain. Countless people had died or been imprisoned for our cause, and it wasn't even complete.
"We won't lose again," I declared.
Every pair of eyes locked on me. I straightened up a little bit to face all the men I admired and loved so much.
"This time, no offense, Drake," I added politely, "We're doing things my way."
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