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Don't Embrace the Past	By : AnasellaEmm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3065 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter
A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I really am!! The chapter title comes from the song, “Coffee Shop” by Landon Pigg
Chapter 8: Possibly, Maybe I’m Falling for You
Samira awoke once more to something other than the pillow she usually hugged to sleep. Draco’s body was a much more pleasant sleeping partner than the cotton-fluff she had purchased on clearance.
Her muscles ached from the rigorous workout she had exerted on them. After their sweet coupling, they had taken a short nap and awoke to a marathon of lovemaking. She had never been brought to climax so many times before. Draco was a sex wizard.
She felt her lips curl in a sleepy, sated smile at the thought and realized that the man of her musings was currently awake and kissing her exposed shoulder as she lay facing away from him.
She turned her head to face him and he smiled down at her.
“You’re cute in the morning,” he said gruffly, before swiftly kissing her lips and getting out of the bed.
“Where are you going?” Samira asked hesitantly.
“I’ve got to piss like no other,” he said as his tight butt disappeared from her view.
Samira laughed into her pillow and reached over to the bedside table to grab her wand. She placed a mouth-cleansing charm on her teeth, tongue and lips. Sometimes a girl was a little too lazy to walk all the way to the bathroom and brush.
Her bones felt liquefied after her monumental night in Draco’s arms. She wondered if he felt the same way.
Draco stood in the doorway to the bathroom brushing his teeth, too bad his boxers were back on.
“Is that my toothbrush?” Samira asked.
Draco shook his head and walked back into the bathroom. He came back out a minute later. “I transfigured the empty tissue box into a toothbrush. I’m a genius, right?”
“Brilliant, habibi, absolutely brilliant,” Samira cooed.
Draco laughed and fell back into the bed next to her, bringing her into his arms. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deep. “Ah, minty,” he sighed.
It was Samira’s turn to laugh. “You always taste good, Draco.”
“You’re a wonderful asset to my ego, Sami,” he whispered, taking her earlobe between his teeth.
Samira moaned softly as Draco’s warm hands slipped under the sheet and across her body. The man was insatiable… and he was all hers.
She turned in his arms and captured his lips with hers, exploring his mouth slowly and strongly. He was all she would ever need. She never wanted to kiss another mouth.
Strangely, the thought didn’t scare her as much as it should have. The last time she had given her heart it had been trampled on, chewed up and spit out. Would it be the same this time?
Their kissing led to even more shagging and lying many minutes later in bed, breathing heavily, Draco turned to Samira and stroked her hair out of her eyes, looking deep into them.
“Move in with me,” he blurted out.
Samira stared at him with wide eyes. “W-what?”
Draco shook his head. “That’s an example of my mouth working before my brain,” he groaned.
She remained speechless. “You want me to live with you?”
Draco sighed and rested his head against her covered chest. “I like waking up next to you, Sam, I like going to bed with you… I like having you around.”
Samira smiled softly.
“Look, you don’t have to answer right away, but the offer stands,” he said.
She reached out her hand to move the stray strands of blond from his face. “This is a big decision,” she said quietly.
“I know, so if you want, just forget I asked,” he explained. “I don’t want you to say yes in order to not hurt my feelings. I can handle rejection.”
“No, you can’t. Nobody can. It’s the worst feeling,” Samira said understandingly. “Can I think about it?”
Draco nodded. “Take all the time you need.”
He couldn’t help it; it did hurt a tiny bit that she hadn’t accepted immediately. But he wasn’t going to dwell on it. Too bad Samira noticed.
“Oh, Draco… don’t get upset. I just don’t want to make any mistakes when it comes to you. I’ve… I can’t seem to trust myself when it comes to these life-changing decisions,” she murmured.
He picked up her hand and kissed the palm. “I’m not upset, Sam.”
“Isn’t a month too soon?” Samira asked cautiously.
Draco sighed and got out of the bed.
“Draco, wait. Please, I don’t want you mad at me,” Samira pleaded. “I’m just scared.”
Draco turned to look at her as he put his shirt on. “Scared of what?”
“Of messing up. What if you come to hate me?” she asked. Slight trepidation and fear shone brightly in her eyes.
Draco sat down on the edge of the bed and held her chin in his hand. “Samira, I don’t think I could ever hate you. There is nothing you could do that would make me even think of hating you. I’m not mad at you, I promise. Think about what I offered you and give me an answer when you’re ready. Come on, get dressed and let’s go get breakfast.”
Samira nodded slowly and sat up before he had a chance to get up. She brought his face to her lips and kissed him softly.
“I want to be a stronger person, Draco. I hate feeling weak and I hate feeling vulnerable. You help me feel stronger and I… I want to move in with you,” she said against his lips.
She felt his smile against her lips and she gasped when he picked her up and kissed her deeply. Before they knew it, they ended up back in her bed, sweaty, naked and pleasured.
“I asked Samira to move in with me,” Draco told his parents at lunch the next day.
Lucius and Narcissa smiled secretly at each other. “She said yes?” Lucius asked.
Draco nodded.
“Well, I’m happy for you, my love. That’s wonderful news,” Narcissa said. “Although, this living-in-sin business…”
“Mum, really. I’m not ready to get married and neither is Sami. We’re taking this one step at a time and rushing into things would just be disastrous,” Draco said.
“Your father and I were married after only one month of dating,” Narcissa said. “There’s nothing wrong with knowing what you want and going after it.”
“I’m not you,” Draco replied. “Don’t think you can pressure me into marrying her now that we’re moving in together. I mean it, mum. I think I’m finally making some progress in getting her to trust me and open up about some of those skeletons in her closet.”
“Did you ever find out what upset her so much when she was over here for dinner?” Lucius asked.
Draco shook his head. “We haven’t brought it up and I don’t feel like asking her now. I think once she’s moved in I’ll probably be able to get her to speak about it.”
“Well, as I said before, dear, I’m really happy that you’re happy. I wish you the best of luck,” Narcissa said, patting his hand.
Luck… as if he’d need it.
A week later Samira had finally and successfully installed her television in Draco’s living room. She looked around at the penthouse and smiled softly. She had officially moved in as of nine o’ clock that morning and she could not remember ever feeling so happy.
Strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind as she stood watching the busy London street from the living room window. Samira leaned her head against Draco’s chest and gave a tired sigh. “I’m absolutely beat.”
“You’ve haven’t stopped moving for six whole days. I got tired just watching you,” he murmured in her ear.
“Oh, poor baby,” she pouted playfully. “Would you like a massage to relieve all that fatigue?”
He laughed against her neck. “A massage sounds nice… but that would lead to me shagging your brains out and you’re too tired for that.”
“How selfless you are, habibi,” she chuckled. “But, you’re right; we have guests coming any minute now. It is no time to start shagging.”
“Oh, that’s right… your parents and Teta are coming over,” Draco remembered. “I actually miss the old lady.”
Samira laughed. “Don’t forget, your parents, too.”
“My parents, too what?” he asked.
“They owled us this morning saying they were coming for a visit. I left the letter on top of the Daily Prophet for you to read,” she answered. “I’m guessing you missed the note.”
“Hell yeah, I missed the note. Shit, they’re all going to be here?” he asked with a note of panic in his voice.
Samira cupped his cheek in her hand as she turned to face him. “Yes, but what are you worried about?”
“Nothing, I just know that this night is going to be anything but normal,” Draco laughed.
“It should make for an interesting evening.”
The sound of a knock at the door interrupted what was going to be a smoldering kiss. Dejected, they both went to open the door to find Teta standing there frowning at them.
“Teta!” Samira hugged the old woman and ushered her inside.
Draco bussed Teta on the cheek in greeting. “How are you, Teta?”
She smiled at him slyly. “Magnifique, mon coeur, you have been making my Samira very happy, no?”
“I try,” he replied.
“Where are mum and dad?” Samira asked, leading Teta into the living room before she had a chance to read their life essences.
“I finish before them, so I come here first. I don’t need them to cross the street,” Teta replied.
“Of course you don’t,” Samira reassured her.
“I’m mad at you, Samira,” Teta said suddenly. “You too, Draco.”
“Mad? Why, what did we do?” Samira asked, looking between Draco and her grandmother.
“You live together and you are not married! It is haram!” Teta explained.
“It’s not sinful, Teta,” Samira replied. “A lot of people these days live together without being married.”
“In my day, a man did not live with a woman unless she had a ring on her finger, I spit on your culture,” Teta complained.
Draco and Samira shared a covert smile. Thankfully, the doorbell sounded, so they escaped the evil glare directed at them from the mystic old woman muttering under her breath about how strange the Anglo culture was.
They opened the door to an extremely loud squeal and giggles. Melania launched herself at Draco’s legs and attempted to climb until he bent down and picked her up. He looked at Samira with a questioning glance.
Samira looked back at him with a shrug. She turned to her brother and sister-in-law. “Not that you’re not welcome, but what are you doing here?”
“We heard you would be finished moving in today, so we came to give you a housewarming present,” Rosa said, handing over a gift-wrapped box. “Did we come at a bad time?”
“Not at all,” Draco said, his face getting covered in wet kisses by Melania. “In fact, Teta’s in the living room and our parents will be here soon.”
“Our parents? As in plural?” Michael asked with a gleeful smile. “The in-laws will meet?”
“Technically, not in-laws,” Samira corrected, kissing Melania on the head. “But yes, they are all going to be here… and now you’re here and Teta, of course.”
“We’re taking bets on who embarrasses us first,” Draco smiled. “I’ve got twenty sickles on my parents.”
“Put me down for twenty-five on my parents,” Michael said. “And thirty on Teta.”
The four of them laughed, along with Melania who had no idea of what they were talking about. Before they had a chance to take any more bets, the doorbell rang once again. Samira led her brother and his family into the living room and Draco opened the door to his parents.
Dressed like the aristocrats they were, they made Draco’s casual attire seem hobo-esque. He kissed his mother on the cheek and shook hands with his father.
“Is that a child I hear?” Narcissa asked, her maternal instincts kicking in.
“Melania is here,” Draco said and before he knew it, his mother had disappeared from view. Draco looked at his father in exasperation. “Samira’s brother, his wife, and her grandmother are here. Her parents are on their way.”
Lucius smothered a laugh at his son’s behalf. “I’m sure it will be an enlightening evening.”
Draco led his father into the living room and introduced everyone. Melania was immediately enthralled by Lucius’s cane. She stared at it with wide eyes and her chubby legs carried her closer to the intimidating man until she was at his knees as he sat next to Narcissa.
“Cam I play with your thtick?” she asked.
Michael said something and received a slap from his wife and sister. “She’s your daughter,” they frowned.
“It was too easy to pass up,” he defended himself.
Lucius looked at the adorable child and smiled. “Yes, but you must be very careful, or you could hurt someone with it.”
He removed the wand from the top of the cane and handed the rest of it to the toddler.
Melania stared at it in amazement, running her small hands over the engravings all over the fine, dark wood. “There’s a thnake on it!” she said excitedly. “Thnakes are yucky!”
Narcissa sat staring at the girl with a huge smile. She looked up at her son. “Oh, Draco, you must…”
“Mum, seriously, not tonight,” he said.
Narcissa sighed exaggeratedly but quickly smiled again when the toddler turned to her. “Are you Raco’s mama?”
“Yes, darling, I am,” she replied.
“Oh,” she turned to Lucius. “You are Raco’s daddy?”
Lucius nodded.
“I love Raco,” Melania said matter-of-factly. “I love you, Raco’s mama and Raco’s daddy.”
Draco groaned when Narcissa dabbed at her eyes and gave him a meaningful stare. He had a feeling she was going to spontaneously combust if he didn’t produce a grandchild for her by the end of the night.
“Lucius Malfoy,” Teta said quietly from her chair, her hand on her chin.
They all turned to the old woman as she stared at Draco’s father.
“Yes?” Lucius answered.
“You visit me once in Morocco,” she said. “I remember now.”
Lucius bowed his head slightly. “You read my fortune and told me I was to have a baby boy. I remember you as well.”
“Small world,” Teta smiled. “I also told you that you would lead a broken life, but that you will know the right thing at the end.”
Lucius nodded. “I did, thank you.”
As Melania started whacking the coffee table with Lucius’s cane, the doorbell rang for the final time that night.
Even more introductions were made and after Samira had handed out juice, coffee and tea, everyone was relaxed and talking as if they had known each other for years.
“Now, you would not believe what I encountered when I went to visit the Minister of Magic’s home the other week,” Rosa started to say. “Now, I usually wouldn’t be seen with the likes of that horrible wife of his, but ever since I became the head of my department, I somehow was obligated to befriend the hag.”
“She is a horrible woman,” Narcissa agreed. “I’ve never met a more horrid gossip.”
“Precisely,” Rosa said. “Now, she was giving me a tour of their newly remodeled home and she apparently thought that I would be interested in her master bedroom. Turns out, and I kid you not, she has a stripper pole installed! I nearly cried from sheer embarrassment.”
“To tell you the truth, a stripper pole is a very tasteful bedroom addition,” Narcissa said with a slight smile.
Draco looked between his parents who were both smiling. “You’re kidding. Please tell me you’re kidding.”
“Your mother is a very talented dancer,” Lucius said with his face completely serious.
“Oh, dear God,” Draco groaned. Samira patted his hand in comfort.
“You know, Bobby-pin and I were thinking of having one installed,” Sofie, Samira’s mother, added.
“Mama!” Michael and Samira both exclaimed. “Yuck.”
“What?” Sofie turned to her children. She then turned back to the elder Malfoys. “How’s it working out for you?”
The younger generation sat speechless as they listened to the horribly mortifying conversation.
“Wonderfully,” Narcissa beamed. “Not that we really needed anything to spice up…”
“Ok, stop,” Draco said. “I am officially grossed out and this conversation must end.”
“Hush, Draco,” Narcissa scolded. She turned to Sofie. “You know, I could give you the name of the man who installed our pole. He was very kind and even offered to install a sex bench…”
“I’m not joking. Stop this conversation,” Draco sputtered. “I don’t want to hear anything related to sex or nakedness or benches or poles.”
The older adults smiled innocently at their children.
“Sex is natural,” Teta exclaimed from her chair. She had somehow produced a pipe from her large purse and sat smoking it. “Stop being prudes.”
“If sex is natural than you should have no problem with Draco and me living together,” Samira argued.
“Hmph,” Teta grumbled. “You two should get married.”
“I agree,” Narcissa chimed in.
“There’s a surprise,” Draco rolled his eyes.
“Well, it’s getting pretty late and Melly-butt has a play-date tomorrow,” Michael said, saving his sister and Draco from any further embarrassment. “It was nice meeting you,” he said to Draco’s parents.
They all bid adieu to Michael, Rosa and Melania, who started crying in sleepy crankiness. Once alone with their parents and Teta, Samira and Draco sought to steer the conversation away from anything embarrassing.
“Oh, goodness, Samira, I almost forgot,” Sofie started to say. “I ran into Sebastien the other day.”
Draco felt Samira stiffen beside him. Surprisingly, she seemed to have a control on her emotions since she relaxed instantly. “You did? I did not know he left France.”
“I never liked that boy,” Robert Dunvale said. “I’m glad you left him, Sami. Draco is a much better man.”
Samira looked at Draco with a smile. “He is.”
“Sebastien was a khara,” Teta said from her chair, puffing slowly on her pipe.
“Yes, he was a shit, Teta,” Samira agreed.
Lucius and Narcissa seemed to be confused, so Samira quickly explained.
“Sebastien is my ex. We had a nasty break-up,” she said vaguely.
“His loss,” Lucius said kindly.
“All you Malfoy men are flatterers,” Teta said with a cackle.
Lucius and Draco smiled coyly as Narcissa rolled her eyes.
After much more teasing and idle conversation, the parental units and Teta finally left, leaving Draco and Samira exhausted.
They snuggled into bed a few hours later and as Samira felt her eyelids droop, she heard Draco’s voice next to her. “Tell me about Sebastien.”
Samira sighed and turned her head away from him. “There’s not much to say,” she said.
“Did you love him?” he asked quietly.
“I think I loved the idea of him more than I loved him,” she replied.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Sebastien was a very popular student at Beauxbatons. All the girls were enamored by him and all the boys wanted to be him. He was wonderful at Quidditch and he was handsome and he was four years older than me. Me, being the idiot teenager I was, completely fell for his charms,” Samira said.
Draco could hear Samira’s shaky voice. “Listen, babe, you don’t have to tell me right now.”
Samira nodded and turned to kiss him softly. She cuddled closer into his arms and he soon heard her breathing even out and grow deeper. He kissed her hair and soon followed her into a deep slumber.
Flames surrounded him as he breathed in the heavy smoke. His eyes watered from the heat and the stinging stench of the dense, fiery fog around him. He could hear the screams coming from a gruff voice… a voice he recognized: Vincent Crabbe.
In an instant he was back at the Malfoy Manor, sitting at the table with the Dark Lord sitting at the head. He swallowed back the bile he felt rise in his throat as he watched the woman hanging over the table, pleading with Severus Snape to help her. He was unable to watch and kept diverting his gaze to anything but the vision of the woman.
But her pleading and screams were harder to ignore. He had never felt more terrified in his entire life.
He saw the flash of green light that ended the woman’s life and he saw her body crash to the table. He fell out of his chair and landed on his backside.
He screamed in frustration, in fear… he heard his name.
“Draco…”
“No!” he yelled. He tried to close his eyes but the image of the woman’s body being devoured by Nagini was burned into his retinas. He cried out in disgust and again, in fear. He was so scared, so fucking scared! Why was he here?
“Draco, please…”
“I don’t want to watch!” he pleaded. “Stop!”
“Draco, wake up!”
Draco shot up in bed, panting, cold sweat all over his body, making his t-shirt stick to his torso. A single light from the lamp on Samira’s side of the bed showed him that he was not at the Manor… not at Hogwarts. He was at home.
He was at home… and Samira was looking at him with the utmost panic and concern.
“My God, Draco; are you ok?” she asked, searching his face.
He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, trying to take away the images that still hovered there. He tried to control his breathing, but it was as if he could still smell the smoke… the burning flesh…
He immediately jumped out of the bed and headed for the bathroom where he emptied the contents of his stomach. He was glad to see that Samira hadn’t followed him. He cleaned up after himself and cleansed his mouth. When he walked back into the bedroom he didn’t find her there.
A few seconds passed before she walked in to the bedroom with a mug in her hand. He sat on the edge of the bed and barely noticed as she sat down next to him and forced the mug into his hands.
He took a small sip of the strong tea infused with what appeared to be brandy.
Samira tentatively reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder, rubbing it slowly. “Do you often have nightmares?”
Draco remained silent. He had been having nightmares on occasion from the minute he had been assigned to kill Dumbledore… seven agonizing years.
“I was scared for you, Draco,” Samira said tensely. “You were murmuring, thrashing about and screaming.”
She sniffed and brought her hands to her eyes. She took a few deep breaths and turned to look at him as he stared at the mug in his hands. He seemed immobilized, unable to talk or do anything but stare at the mug.
“I’m guessing you don’t wish to speak of it,” she said quietly.
Draco said nothing.
He watched Samira take the mug from his hands and place it on the bedside table next to him. She pushed him back on the bed and brought the covers around him and then moved to her side of the bed, turned off the lamp and got into bed next to him.
She laid her arm across his stomach and rested her head on his shoulder. She stroked his cheek softly, tempting him back to sleep… but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to sleep. It was nearly four in the morning and the next day was a Monday, so he would just stay awake until he had to get ready for work.
He heard Samira’s breathing even out again and he tightened his hold on her. His mind was still on a strange track, repeating the images from the terror he had seen in his sleep state.
He didn’t know how, but he found himself waking many hours later with the sun streaming through the drapes of his bedroom. He looked at the clock on the wall and was surprised to see it was almost noon.
When he reached out his hand to Samira, he found her gone from the bed.
He tried to remember what day it was and with a groan, realized it was a Monday… he was late for work. Very, very late.
He got up from the bed and before he could enter the bathroom for a quick shower, Samira stepped into the room dressed in jeans and blouse, dressed for the day. He smiled at her and she smiled strangely back at him.
“I can’t believe I overslept,” he said as he tugged his shirt over his head.
“I owled Blaise and told him you wouldn’t make it today and I owled Michael and told him I wouldn’t make it either,” Samira said, picking up Draco’s shirt from where he tossed it on the bed.
Draco leaned against the doorframe. “Why are we playing hooky?”
She looked at him carefully. “I would think after the rough night you had, you would need the extra sleep and the day off.”
“Rough night? What are you talking about?” he asked, perplexed.
“You don’t remember what happened last night?” she asked slowly.
“I remember our parents coming over and then talking to you about Sebastien and then falling asleep,” he answered.
“You had a nightmare last night,” she said. “It was awful and... you don’t remember it?”
“I had a nightmare? Did I wake you?”
“You really don’t remember,” she said, mostly to herself.
“I always forget what I dream about, a lot of people do, Sam,” Draco said, worried at the confused look on her face.
“This wasn’t a normal dream, Draco. You were yelling and shaking and… you woke up and then threw up,” she tried to explain.
In an instant, the entire night assaulted his memory and he had to close his eyes to try and block it. The fire, the Manor, the Dark Lord, the dead woman, the screams…
He rubbed at his face and shook his head, as if to clear the images, which refused to leave.
“I think you repressed it,” Samira mumbled.
“No, I remember,” he said slowly.
“I’m sorry, Draco. Do you want a Dreamless Sleep Draught? I brought some extra vials from work,” Samira said.
Draco shook his head. “I’m going to shower.”
She watched him walk into the bathroom and felt her heart constrict with sympathy and concern for him. She waited for him to finish showering, busying herself with making him something to eat.
He walked into the kitchen a few minutes later, his damp hair dark and ruffled from a quick towel-dry. He gave her a quick kiss and sat at the table quietly, folding his hands in front of him.
Samira sat across from him and set his food before him.
He looked up at her. “Did you give me brandy last night?”
“Yes, I put it in your tea.”
“That’s alcohol,” he said.
“I know, I found it in one of your cabinets and it’s supposed to soothe your nerves,” she replied.
Draco nodded and picked at the food in front of him.
“Who is Crabbe?” Samira asked cautiously.
He looked at her with hesitancy. “Where did you hear that name?”
“You said it while you were sleeping,” she said, twisting the salt shaker on the table. “Did he die in the war?”
“Yes,” he said simply.
“Was he your friend?”
“You could say that,” he said.
“What does that mean?”
“Whatever you want it to mean,” he said, growing a bit peeved at the conversation. How was it that she could ask him of his past and he couldn’t ask her about hers?
Samira noted the irritation in his tone and stayed silent. Leaving his meal untouched, Draco got up from the table and left the kitchen. She decided not to follow him, knowing that it would be better to leave him be until he was ready to talk to her.
Draco stood on the balcony of his penthouse, leaning against the balustrade as he watched the muggle cars pass along the street. His mind was a jumble of things he didn’t want to think about and things he needed to think about.
It had been several hours since he had left Samira in the kitchen, coming out to the balcony and watching the sun move in the sky ever so slowly. He had heard her rustling around in the kitchen and the living room, which led out to the balcony. He felt a hint of remorse for being rude to her. She had made sure he was comfortable and feeling well and he had given her a horrible attitude.
He heard the glass door behind him open and glanced sideways as Samira leaned against the balustrade next to him, looking down at the street.
Her hair blew in the wind, fluttering the dark waves away from her face. She had a small smile on her face as she watched the street below, her elbow touching his on the railing.
He couldn’t help but reach his hand out and entwine his fingers with hers. She looked over at him briefly and her smile grew when he brought her hand up to his lips.
“I was doing the laundry and happened upon something quite funny,” she said quietly.
“What was that?” he asked.
“You have eight pairs of black, silk boxers. Couldn’t you pick any brighter colors?” she asked with a small laugh.
“I have a pair of smiley-face boxers that Blaise gave me for my eighteenth birthday, but I have never worn them,” he replied.
Her laugh was infectious. “Oh, God. I must see these boxers. You will model them for me, won’t you?”
He saw her feline smile and felt his groin tighten. She was his little minx. “I’m not sure… what would you model for me?”
“Well, it’s only fair if you picked what I modeled, since I picked for you,” she said after she thought for a moment.
“Ok, then, I pick… your birthday suit,” he said shamelessly.
“Is it sad that I knew without a doubt that you were going to say that?” she said.
“Quite sad,” he laughed. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Sami, I want to apolo…”
She quieted him by pressing her lips to his and kissing him tenderly. She pulled back and ran her finger down his nose. “I know, Draco. Come on; let’s go get some dinner and we can talk.”
He knew then that she understood him and didn’t pity him… and that’s when he realized he loved her. He had fallen completely and hopelessly and terribly in love with her.
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