Draco woke up from his coma after four long, stressful days. He was back to normal in a matter of hours and even refused to give up drinking, calling this a “once-in-a-lifetime accident.” Finally, after much cajoling from you, he agreed to cut back on his binging, which you internally doubted would happen. As if to add to your already emotional day, Blaise sent you an owl, breaking the barrier of silence between you that had thickened every day for almost three weeks. You borrowed some of Draco’s “special” parchment and sent it back to him.
Hey, he wrote tentatively.
Hey.
So, I just wanted to let you know…well, I heard about Draco.
Yeah. It was pretty bad.
Yeah. Well, I wanted to say I’m sorry.
Thanks. It’s ok, he’s better now.
No, I mean sorry about everything.
What are you sorry for? You didn’t do anything. Everything that happened between us was my fault. I’m the one who’s sorry.
You did what would make you happiest. I’m sorry for holding you back from him.
Don’t be. Like I said, you did nothing wrong.
So…we’re ok then?
Yeah, we’re ok.
Good. So what are you up to?
Just about to go to bed actually.
Oh yeah, I guess it is a little late. Sorry about that.
It’s ok. I’ll talk to you later.
Ok. Goodnight.
Night.
You fell asleep with a smile, thankful that you and Blaise had finally made up.
Coming downstairs the next morning you caught Draco coming up.
“Hey baby,” you said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
“Hey.” He pulled you closer and deepened it.
A few seconds later, you pulled away. “Remember that time I saved your life? Well, you kinda owe me a favour.”
“I did you a favour when I said I would cut back on drinking.”
“No, that was me saving your life again. Anyway, that was more of a compromise than a favour. And besides, it’s something small.”
“Fine,” he groaned.
“Good. Come up to my room.”
“You know, you could’ve just asked,” he smirked.
“Um yeah, it’s definitely not that. Nice try, though.”
He followed you up the stairs with a little too much eagerness, apparently hoping you would change your mind. Once inside, he hopped onto your oversized four-poster bed and waited.
“Couch,” you ordered, pulling your nightstand and portable DVD player in front of it.
“Damn. Hey, what’s that?” he asked.
“This is a portable DVD player. Yes, it is a Muggle device, and yes, we are watching it.”
“No way. I never agreed to this.”
“Yes way, you owe me a favor, remember?”
“It wasn’t over. It still isn’t over.” You watched incredulously as Noah swept Allie into the most breathtaking kiss you had ever seen. Every time you watched this movie you were no less enthralled with this scene. As the movie ended, you were still caught up in a whirlwind of emotion, but Draco seemed to still not be enjoying himself. You laughed inside your head.
“I can’t believe you made me watch that,” he said to you. “That was the worst four hours of my life.”
“It was not four hours.”
“Felt like eight. Couldn’t you have just let me die?”
“Don’t even joke about that,” you warned seriously.
“You were really worried about me, weren’t you?” he asked, suddenly serious.
“Yeah,” you avoided his eyes, suddenly embarrassed by the turn this conversation had taken.
“Alexis?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“Don’t tell me that,” you said, suddenly angry. What was wrong with him? It was almost like that movie had changed him, but you knew better than that.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m fifteen. And furthermore, you’ve used that line on me before!”
“So? Age has nothing to do with it. And I mean it this time.”
“That’s what you said last time.”
“Last time – ”
“Save it.” And with that you stormed out of the room.
Knock knock knock.
“Come in,” you called.
Draco opened the door slowly and stood in the doorway. You still hadn’t talked to him since the little incident the day before.
“Mum and Father are downstairs and they want to tell you something in person.”
You looked at him skeptically. “Fine,” you said finally. “Tell them I’ll be right down.”
“Fine,” he agreed, walking out. You heard a door close with unnecessary volume next door.
You climbed down the stairs, half excited, half anxious about what they had to tell you.
“Alexis, darling, we’re so sorry!” Narcissa gave you a sympathetic hug and sat you down on the couch. “We just received word that your mother was rather, how shall I put it, unsuccessful on her last mission. Your father has required that you spend the rest of your summer with your sister. She’s pretty upset.”
“My mother’s…dead?” you asked.
“I’m afraid so, sweetie.”
“Oh. Okay. Thank you.” This was a little worse than you had expected. You walked up to the fourth floor and knocked on Draco’s door. With his permission, you walked in and found him outstretched on his bed. Before you could even get as far as his bed, the tears were spilling out of your eyes. He hugged you into his chest while you explained the whole thing.
“I’m overreacting, I know,” you added with a weak grin.
“Not at all,” he assured you. He kissed your quivering lips to comfort you, but proceeded to go past the normal limits of comfort.
“Draco.”
His lips nibbled your ear.
“Draco, stop.”
He pushed you onto your back and moved his lips to your neck.
“Draco, get off me!”
“What? What did I do?”
“Just get off me!” The tears were falling faster now and his lips continued to your collarbone.
“DRACO!” You shoved him off you with all of your strength. “Stop trying to fucking take advantage of me!” You stormed to the door.
“Lexi - ”
“Don’t you dare ‘Lexi’ me, we’re OVER!” You screamed the word as loudly as you could and slammed the door behind you. Collapsing on your bed, you no longer made any attempt to hold back the tears, feeling like you could never cry hard or long enough. Finally, the exhaustion overtook you and you fell asleep.
