Mature content ahead.

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''Have me in all the ways you want me and let me have you.''

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Amelie tilted her head back the very moment she felt his chest as it pushed firmly into her spine. Her veins rushed in warmth, and he sighed out silently.

Draco reached past her, closing his hand around the shower tap, and he let the heated water well from above, similar to a waterfall.

Draco was standing so close to her. She could practically sense every toned, outlined muscle he carried. His large palms gripped her shoulders. Her eyes fell shut at the already steaming sprinkles as they struck the ground in front of her.

She was standing in her towel, so was he, and nothing but silence seized around them. They had just gotten back from Dublin, and he brought her straight into the bathroom to clean her up from all the dust and blood that had shattered across her skin.

Still, it was utterly quiet between them, heartbreakingly so.

Amelie couldn't possibly describe just how at fault she felt for all of this, for sneaking out not only once but twice without Malfoy's knowledge and for putting both her and Teddy in harm's way.

It wasn't something the brown-haired girl would do — she wasn't like this. She wasn't a person that would set anyone in danger but feeling as if she'd been blinded by the need to find her mother. She'd failed the morals of herself.

Draco was inflamed with her, she could tell. The way his breathing fixed and the glint in his eyes flickered furiously at her every move — still, he didn't want her to know just how mad he tended to be.

He didn't want Amelie to know that he was frenzied with her for how she'd been acting, for the way she'd been disobeying him — for lying and traveling to another country in the middle of the night when he was unaware, knowing what happened the evening prior to that one.

He told her not to. He specifically told her not to go anywhere and to stay put, but Amelie being Amelie, she'd never settle for that.

Huffing out a shaky breath as she slightly let her head tip to the side, ''Draco?'' Amelie whispered, her hair smoothly brushed against his toned chest, ''Draco, can we talk about what happened tonight?''

Her voice on the lower side, hesitant to if she dared to bring up the matter they'd been silently fighting about for hours, ''Please, I don't like us being like this—''

Draco let the tips of his fingers run along the length of her arms, tracing goosebumps in path with his touch, ''Talk about what exactly?'' He spoke, vibratingly behind her, ''Talk about you sneaking out of here when you said you wouldn't, or you getting caught by Death Eater's and putting both you and Nott in danger, again?''

Talking so bluntly that it caused her eyes to squint and her face to twist, uncomfortably in a hurtful grimace. Amelie swallowed, thickly and she let her lashes fall shut entirely, ''Yes... That.''

She didn't bother to argue back nor to confront him about the way he'd chosen to address this — the way he'd been speaking wasn't the issue, Draco ever so sought to humble her feelings, but he didn't have to now. She didn't want him to.

Amelie knew to be the one in the wrong here.

He only scoffed, gritting his jaws, and she could feel the way his muscles tensed against her, and the water kept slamming onto the ground in front of them.

Still stroking his hands over her shoulders, he brushed the dust collected over her skin after what they had been through in Dublin off. He stayed silent. His eyes fixed on the tousled hair she carried.

Amelie sighed out at the touch he brought, ''Draco, please—'' She turned around, facing him with a troubled look, ''Don't shut me out, please.''

The drops of water seeking to unravel from the shower jet lightly tickled her spine as her fingers moved up to grip the edge of the towel wrapping around her, tightening it.

His eyes broadened, slightly and his features held coldly.

She could feel as she grew impatient by his lack of words and his piercing stare as it burnt right through her, stinging her insides mightily.

Dropping her arms to her sides, tipping her head to the side as her hair followed, she gasped out, ''I am sorry...'' Amelie whispered, her sight dragged away from him, and she stared blankly at the tile wall, ''I am sorry for lying to you, I never meant for his to happen—''

''You're sorry?'' Malfoy hissed surprisingly, ''You're sorry for lying to me, or you're sorry for getting caught?''

A seeping silence trickled them as they gawked vacantly at the other.

Draco's eyes didn't unhook from hers once.

''I am, believe it or not, but I am sorry. I am sorry for lying and for putting—'' She tried speaking, but the blond merely scoffed at her again, this time, earning a frown to climb her temples.

Her pupils were blown, and she looked away, ''I didn't mean to do this. I didn't mean to harm—''

''Answer me,'' Draco urgently questioned, his hair messily over his head, ''Tell me, Amelie, are you sorry for going, or are you sorry that I found you?''

She stayed quiet. Her hands moved up to her throat, grasping at it lightly to ease the tension she felt boiling inside.

Amelie's silence spoke for itself, and he couldn't feel more downcasted than he already did. Draco tore his sight away from hers, and he combed his fingers through his hair, tugging it back as he did.

His muscles flexed as dim lights flickered.

''I can't do this right now,'' Draco breathed out, tilting his head back as the heated water still dashed against the tile-covered floor, ''I can't, Amelie.''

Amelie felt pain as it ripped through her. A flooding tidal wave of it nearly drowned her from within, and her chin rose, gripping the towel hanging around her to haul it up even more. She felt so exposed — so on display for someone that didn't want to be with her at the moment.

''I'll just go—'' Her eyes floored, her skin drained of its color, and she walked past him, leaving the steaming air in the shower. She was on the edge of step into the bathroom, her eyes prickled in tears.

He didn't listen to her. Amelie always believed that Draco would listen to her — that he'd hear her side of things and that he'd at least try to understand her, but he didn't now. He blamed her, and it ached that he did.

Sharpening his jaws, he tossed his head back, getting rid of the strands of hair tickling his forehead. It pained him. A feeling of ache shredded through him as she walked out.

Amelie never walked away from him, and now she did.

He hurt her. He knew he did, but he didn't know what to say.

Draco didn't know how to approach this, how to make her understand that what she'd done was reckless and unforgivable. That he'd never forgiven himself if she got wounded, that he'd give his own life if she lost hers.

''Fuck—'' Draco groaned, knowing that he had to fix this, that he was just as at fault as she was. He firmly fixed the towel around his waist, and he turned around quickly, ''Damn it, Amelie, wait!''

The misty air thickened as he caught her arm, his fingers sheeting her soft skin, and he dragged her right back — right to where she'd supposed to be all along, close to him, always near him.

Feeling as she stopped but she didn't spin around. She didn't look at him. She carried no strength to do that, ''Fuck, Amelie—'' Draco mumbled, desperately, ''Please—''

Her doings faltered, and she gazed over the bathroom, standing in the doorway to his massive shower. She didn't answer. She simply stopped.

''Amelie—''

''I was wrong,'' She whispered, pinching her eyes shut at the torment storming in her chest, ''I was wrong. I messed up, I lied, and I did something horrible, I know.''

Plastering his stare into her side, he studied her thoughtfully.

She drew a deep breath, spinning around to level him, ''I am sorry for what I did and for lying to you, but I need to find them, I don't think you understand, Draco, I—''

Her fingers clawed at the towel hanging around her, and she blinked quickly.

''But I need to find them, my mother and my brother, and I'm sorry that I hurt you, but I didn't know what else to do.''

Amelie felt her pulse as it quickened, and her flashes fluttered as Draco's eyes darkened vaguely. She could see as the rage fumed around him.

''That's it then?'' He snapped, cocking his head and straightening his shoulders. He dropped his touch from hers, ''That's that? You said what you wanted to say, and we're done here? I don't have a say in your fucking safety?''

The water still smattered as it echoed in path with his raised voice.

Shaking her head and her eyes pleaded his, ''Draco, of course, you do—''

''It doesn't sound like it,'' He hissed, throwing his arms out and his brows knitted, ''Don't you think I'm proud of you? Because I am. I'm so fucking proud of you for doing what you did, for fighting, and for winning. I'm so proud that all I want is to fucking kiss you, but I can't, because what if I lost you?''

He was shouting at her, now only inches away.

''What if I fucking lost you, Amelie? Yeah? What if I didn't happen to be there? What if I wasn't there? What would you have done? This isn't a damn game. This is real. Those men are killers. Those men kill to their satisfaction, and it wouldn't be any different with you. I hope you know that.''

Gulping as she let her gaze travel down to the floor again.

''I don't care if you want to find your mother, and I certainly don't care about your apologies. I care about you. I care about you being fucking safe because if I lose you again—'' He paused, shutting his eyes closed for a mere second, breathing through the pain it took to speak in the ways he did.

''If I lose you again, I'm leaving too. I can't go through this again.''

Pearls of tears formed in her eyes as she stepped forward, ''Draco, you won't—''

''Yeah?'' Malfoy gritted, madness spread across him, ''I won't lose you? Like I haven't done that for the past fucking year, over and over, Amelie. We're always waiting for each other. It's never us. It's—''

He quieted, feeling as his heartbeat swelled in his ears and his eyes held a razor-sharp string of pure pain, ''I refuse to lose you again.''

Her skin heated, her breaths shifted shallow as her fingers twitched against the palms of her hands, ''You don't think I'm scared too? You don't think I laid awake all those nights you left for your tasks? Even when I didn't remember us, I was scared, Draco.''

Amelie's hair fell utterly over her shoulders as her head wavered, ''I'm terrified of losing you, I'm scared to death every time you and Teddy leave, I was taken from you, I was kidnapped, and I'm sorry—''

''Don't you dare apologize for what he did to you,'' Draco growled out, gripping the fabric hanging around his hips, his muscles flexed as his skin ashen, ''I don't want to hear you apologize for what he did, one more time—''

''I don't—'' Tugging her hair back in defeat, ''I don't know what else to do than to apologize! I can't do anything else. I'm helpless with what happened to me. I can't—''

The panic began to rise within the coat of her frail skin, ''I tried to kill myself because you died, and I couldn't see a point in it anymore, I didn't want to live without you,'' She swallowed, thickly, ''I don't want to live without you. I can't.''

Draco sensed a strange waver inside, sickly rocking him. They never talked about it, ever since she woke up — she didn't speak of that night, and that she did now, earned him to be speechless.

''I know what I did was wrong. I know that there are no excuses for lying to you, and I am sorry for doing so, but you need to trust me, Draco. You need to trust that I make the right decisions when all I do is trusting you.''

Scowling at her, he shook his head, ''What is that—''

''You lied to me too,'' Amelie hewed him off, her tone lowered hesitantly, ''You lied to me tonight. You said that you were helping your father when you were actually—''

Malfoy sighed loudly as he looked away, ''I will never apologize for protecting you. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I will never say sorry for protecting you, no matter how I do it.''

''I know, and that's the difference between us, Draco. I trust you with that. I knew you weren't going to help your father, I might have been... gone but I'm not foolish. I knew you lied, but I would never question you for doing it because I trust you.''

He couldn't speak against that. He knew he couldn't.

Amelie was right. She'd never hold him accountable for lying when he needed to, and knowing that he'd been so infuriated with her for doing the same thing caused him to feel ashamed.

Clenching his jaws and he stared back at her, watching the girl he'd sacrifice it all to, standing wrapped up in a towel far too massive for her, and her body slightly shaking.

''I could've hurt you,'' Draco said, bluntly as a light from a pure sky struck between them, ''I was so close to hurting you.''

Her lips parted, but only a shaky breath could escape.

''I could've killed you because I didn't know where you were. What if I—'' It hurt to speak. He didn't want to say it. He didn't want to admit the possibility of what he could've done to her, ''What if I hurt you?''

''You wouldn't,'' She spoke back, taking another step closer to him and the thick air around them turned a bit heavier to breathe, ''You would never hurt me.''

She knew he wouldn't.

He'd never hurt her.

''I could—'' Malfoy's sight grounded, his head tipped forwards as his shoulders sunk, ''I was so close to hurting you.''

Amelie held only inches away. Her fingers brushed over the scars carved into his chest before her touch slowly moved up his skin, grasping at his jaws to make him look at her,

''Draco,'' She whispered, her voice soft and gentle, ''Draco, you would never hurt me.''

He yanked his head, taking a step further into the shower and away from her, ''I scared you, Amelie. I saw it. I saw how damn scared you—''

''Don't speak for me,'' Her arms dropped to her sides, snapping her neck as her eyes bolted in loops of pain, ''You don't get to talk for me like that, you don't get to decide what I'm scared of or not.''

''I saw it!'' Draco suddenly yelled out, ''I fucking saw you!''

''You wouldn't hurt me,'' Amelie said again, slowly and calmly, reassuring him that she meant it, ''I have seen evil, Draco. I have seen every type of evil, and you wouldn't hurt me.''

Agony grew to show upon her, ''I love you,'' She spoke, so honestly that it caught his attention even in a state as this one, ''I love you and once, you said you wouldn't hurt me. You would never hurt me, and I believe that—''

Draco watched as her eyes glinted and her chest heaved, ''I know what it feels like to be scared of someone, but I'm not scared of you.''

Clenching her jaws, she exhaled revealingly, speaking it, again and again, to make him understand, ''I'm not scared of you. I never was, and I never will be.''

He stopped backing away from her. His sight flickered intensely as he snared every expression she held, and she stood so near now. He felt her breaths as they fanned his shivering skin.

''I know what you're capable of, and I might not always agree with the way you're handling things, but I would never be scared of you... You have taught me so much, and you have shown me even more—''

Malfoy moved his hands, letting them melt into her skin as he gripped her shoulders, sliding his touch up her neck. She met his damned eyes, ''I know what it means to be scared of someone, and I'm not scared of you.''

He stalled for a minute, only to be able to watch her, taking in every detail of her. He studied her considerately, ''I can't think, all I think about is how close I was to hurting you and I—''

Her hand grasping at him, desperately, ''Draco, it's not like that. It will never be—''

''I was so close,'' His breathing shifted heavier, ''I was so close to hurting you, Amelie. If I didn't see—''

Draco's insides wrenched, and his head became dizzy. He couldn't think about it — he hated himself for slamming her into that bookshelf and for gripping her neck as he'd done. Owning no control over himself when he was in that state.

All he saw that night was the people who'd hurt her — the people who'd caused her to spill a drop of blood and how he wished to rip them apart, decorate the walls with their insides.

''Draco—'' Amelie tried to catch him, to stop him from falling to his knees, but she couldn't. He was dropping to the drenched ground, and his bones caved within.

He was so lost in the loving of her that he couldn't breathe. He couldn't think of what he might have done if she didn't plead for her life.

Still feeling her body as it writhed and jerked against his, how her nails clawed at his hands gripping around her neck. It was like a never-ending nightmare on constant repeat in his head.

Malfoy couldn't breathe. His head tipped forward, leaning against her lower stomach as he shook. His knees bruised along the tile-covered floor, but he couldn't feel it.

Gripping her waist with his hands, he kept his head on her belly, burying his face in all the comfort she poured over him, and he felt her hands slowly combing through his hair.

''Draco, please—'' Amelie begged, slipping onto the ground with him, both of them soaking wet by the steaming water as it poured, ''Draco, listen to me,''

He didn't.

Arching his spine as he buried his head in his hands, feeling her fingers as they brushed over his dripping hair and Amelie struggled closer, catching his chin in her palm and forcing his head up to look at her.

Her eyes flickered, pearls of water rushed over both of their skin, ''I love you, Draco,'' Half a plea fell off her tongue, ''I love you, and you need to understand what that means.''

Draco's body shook uncontrollably as his lashes dryly fluttered. He looked numb to her, empty beyond salvation.

Amelie's hands found his, and she held them, gently in hers, '' I know you wouldn't hurt me. I never hurt when you touch me.''

''I'm sorry,'' Draco whispered. His talks laced with panicking hurt, and she bent down, paralleling his height on the floor as he kept on shaking his head, ''I never meant, I didn't mean to, I wouldn't—''

''I know,'' Amelie whimpered, her arms around his neck as she pressed herself against him, ''I know, I know, and I'm sorry too.''

It hurt her more than words could ever come to explain, seeing him this way.

''You will never hurt me,'' Amelie whispered, silently as she held him, ''It will never hurt when you touch me, Draco.''

Malfoy held her back, one hand crossed her spine as the other pushed into her head, holding her so steadily, ''I'm so fucking scared,'' He admitted, aloud and it frightened him even more, made it real in ways he'd been fearful for, ''I'm terrified to lose you again, every time I let you go, I feel sick because I'm sure that I won't get to hold you again—''

He buried his head in his favorite place, the soft spot between her collarbone and neck, water spilled down her skin, ''I memorize you, every damn time just in case I never get to—''

''I'm yours, and you're mine, Draco,'' Amelie clasped onto him, tightly as his exposed muscles clenched against hers, both of their towels soaked, ''You'll never get rid of me,''

Huffing out a weak laugh, he bent back, catching her cheeks in his palms again, and he looked at her, in the way only he managed to do, ''Really?''

Amelie felt a curve on her lips as she let it mount her, and she smiled, ''Really.''

It soothed Draco tremendously to hear her repeat it. To hear her understand the meaning of their really's. She'd failed to do so for so long, and now she did.

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Amelie couldn't sleep.

She laid flat on her spine as the silky sheets smeared to her body — she wasn't warm, yet she wasn't chilly either. Feeling as her skin slightly shivered by Draco's heated breaths as they fanned her shoulder.

She didn't mind that either. Amelie adored having him sleep close to her, his arm tucked around her, and his light blows on her skin were all she ever needed to fall asleep herself, but not tonight.

They'd decided together with Teddy to visit the address her mother seemed to be at in the morning, and that terrified her to an unlimited extent, knowing that her mother was out there, with someone that lived to be her brother.

Amelie was scared. She didn't want to welcome more hurt and heartbreak into their lives. She didn't know if it was a good idea — something she'd live to be proud of, but she had to try.

If not for herself, then for her sanity.

She simply needed all of this madness to stop, for everything around them to heave and leave them to live their lives freely — but it was hardly wishful thinking, she understood that.

Amelie knew that this wouldn't end, not anytime soon, but she needed a break. She needed a moment of peace to breathe and gather herself until the next storm would well over her and the boy nestled in next to her.

That seemed to be the gravest thing of them all, him living through this tangle of life in path with hers.

Him constantly tearing the world apart for her to stay unwounded.

She didn't deserve that. She could never earn the boy loving her so deeply, yet she needed him. Amelie craved Draco and the harmony he brought her in the midst of the chaos.

The feeling of heaven as he took care of her, the feeling of being understood and valued when he was the one hearing her out.

Sensing a curl as it arched on her lips by the thought of it, how lucky she was to be with him, to be able to be loved and cared for in the raw ways he did with her.

It would always be him to her.

Tossing and turning in her position for hours, feeling as the moonlight brushed against her skin and huffing below her breath. She was ready to go down to the empty main floor. Amelie knew Narcissa and Teddy not to be home this night.

Her best friend suddenly left hours after they came back without as much as a word, and Narcissa told them she had matters to attend to, both of them most likely related to what befell them during these days, but neither confessed to it.

''Amelie,'' Draco rasped out, tightening the grip he held her waist in as he dragged her closer, ''Why aren't you sleeping?''

Her head falling to the side, and her sight gazed over the blond hair that held in a charming mess across his forehead, ''I don't know...'' She whispered, shifting around in her position and facing him fully.

Allowing his lashes to fall shut, he mumbled something she couldn't quite catch, and she laid there, in the darkness, scanning the boy who'd continuously save her life. Not once did she have the power to look away.

''What is it, Amelie?'' Draco muttered. His breaths tasted sweet on her lips as she curled into him. Leaning her head against his chin and she placed a soft on his chest, ''Tell me what's bothering you.''

Sighing out, her head shook, ''Nothing is bothering me...'' She hushed, pushing her lips firmly together, ''I'm okay, Draco, but you need to rest.''

Malfoy frowned, arching his neck to look down at her, seeing as she hid in his arms wrapped around her, ''Amelie,'' He said, more pressure upon it this time, ''Tell me what's wrong—''

''Nothing,'' Amelie leaned back, smiling shyly at him in the shadowed room, ''I promise, we'll talk tomorrow.''

Draco groaned, catching her jaws in his palms, and he bent her neck up, making her meet his eyes, ''Something is wrong, don't pretend it isn't, Amelie. Don't shut me out.''

His words shook her as his hands soothingly caressed her skin — he dipped down at her silence, brushing his nose along the spine of hers, but her sight faltered, looking away slightly.

She wanted to tell him, Amelie wished to be honest with Draco about everything, but she didn't want to be a burden. They'd been through so much already, and she didn't wish for him to worry about her more than he did.

Amelie was worried about him too.

''It's alright, Draco—''

Not listening, as he propped himself up, letting go of her and standing plain on his feet beside the bed. Amelie stared at him wide-eyed, confusingly, as he gripped the cover resting at the edge of the mattress.

He strode up to the door, flinging it broad and turning around to nod his head at her, ''Come here,'' He said quietly, but all she did was look fixedly at his bare chest, ''Amelie, get over here.''

Knitting her brows, she folded the covers off of herself, and she pushed her palms into the mattress, jumping off the bed, ''Draco, you don't have any clothes—''

Malfoy's eyes rolled playfully as he reached his hand out for her to take, and he shyly let a curve form on his lips, ''Then it's a good thing it's summer, and we're alone here tonight.''

Amelie blushed at that, lightly nodding towards him as he dragged her with him through the halls, down the stairs until he reached the kitchen door leading out in the garden.

Not did he stop nor spoke a word all the way down there. He simply led her behind him as he halted in the midst of the flower field, near the edge of the property where they'd spent their time in the loss of her memories.

Her sight broadened at the look of him, spreading the bed cover out over the grass before he slipped down at it, tipping his head back to gaze at her, ''Are you going to stand there or...?'' A smirk mounted him, ''Come here, Amelie.''

She felt the mild summer breeze as it swirled through the night, nibbling slightly at her bare arms and legs, and she dropped to her knees beside him. Her dress glued to her body perfectly as it caught Draco's attention, propping his head up by angling his arm and his chest flexed.

''What are we doing out here?'' She asked, quietly while shooting the surrounding a swift look, ''It's the middle of the—''

''Night,'' Draco took over, grinning as he kept his hues hooked at her frame, adoring the wavy strands of hair falling over her spine, ''That's the whole point with stars, yeah?''

Amelie huffed out a chuckle, tilting her head to the skies as Draco viewed it. Never in a million years could he think that he'd have his own star, shining more beautifully than any other, right here, next to him.

Snapping her sight between all the bright spots on the gloomy heaven and she could feel his arm as it sheeted her waist, and he pulled her closer, buckling himself up so that he'd be sitting straight next to her.

Draco needed her close — so near that she'd be able to drain him of all the relief she craved without once asking for it. That was what she always managed to do for him, letting him void her of every ounce of comfort she carried.

Now — now he wished to do that with her, be the one she'd be qualified to lean against and seek solace in.

Still surveying the skies, her jaw, along with her collarbone, was on full display for him, and it caused him to groan within the flesh of his mouth, seeing her soft skin as it lit up perfectly at the strokes of moonlight.

No matter where they tended to be, what situation they lived through, the warmth of feeling or numbed, memories nor without — there wasn't a place on this globe, a state he'd been kept in — that he didn't look at her in the ways he did now.

He would always look at her, precisely so. With that glint in his pupils, his eyes glistening for her. His chest as it strained in the bearing of his heart, beating with hers. His breaths as it hitched, trapped in the back of his throat when she met his stare — when her sight mangled with his and the whole world around them faded.

''It's beautiful out here,'' Amelie breathed, tilting her head to watch the boy her head ached for, ''Why didn't you show me this before? It's so pretty.''

Glancing mesmerizingly, she quickly gaped back up at the heavens, and he looked at her. He always seemed to look at her.

''You're beautiful,'' Draco mumbled, raspily, pushing his lips into her shoulder, ''My beautiful Amelie.''

It felt as if electricity bolted through her as he embraced her skin, kissing her so softly all over her bare shoulder, causing the strap of her nightdress to slip down.

Draco froze at that. His eyes smeared at the even more exposed skin of her chest, and he drew back instantly.

He watched as the scars, new ones he'd yet failed to explore, shaped across her shoulders, down her arms, faded still blushed. He couldn't' begin to describe what that did to him, seeing the marks of the devil as it soared into her skin.

It rocked sickly within that she went through all of that, once again when he wasn't there to protect her.

She rose a brow, looking bewilderingly at the blond, ''Draco, why—''

''It's not appropriate, I'm sorry,'' He excused himself, gritting his jaws and clasping his teeth together, ''We should—''

Amelie pinched her eyelids shut for a mere second. She drew a deep breath, collecting all the bravery she knew she'd need to do this, and without falter — she shifted around in her position, and she climbed on top of him.

He groaned, biting down onto his lower lip to hush his talks and Amelie's arms moved around his neck, holding him tightly, ''You don't have to stop, Draco,'' She said, laced with honesty, ''You don't have to stop doing this for my sake.''

''I don't want to hurt—'' He mumbled, flickering his hues away from hers. He still felt more than ashamed for what he'd done in Dublin, ''I just can't—''

''Hurt me?'' Amelie brushed her nose against his, placing a soft kiss on his upper lip, ''Why don't you let me decide when I'm getting hurt or not?'' Her words came out so tenderly, ''It doesn't hurt when you touch me, Draco...''

He looked back at her, his muscles flexed against the silk she wore. Heaven shone brightly behind her. Stars twinkled in the dusk, yet all he saw was her.

''I know, you keep saying that, but I—'' He groaned by her, leaving another kiss on his upper lip, ''I feel like I'm hurting you, all the time. Every damn time I lay a hand on you.''

Amelie sensed her heart as it dropped to the pit of her stomach by the words he was speaking, and she leaned back, lowering her gaze to his hands.

She gently folded her fingers around his, and she brought his palm up to her cheek, smiling as he let his thumb stroke along her skin, ''See?'' She whispered, benevolently, ''It doesn't hurt me, Draco. Your touch never hurt me.''

His chest rose and fell heavily, and he felt her jaw as it tempered in his hold.

She loosened her hand from his, ''You don't have to want me like this,'' Her voice breathy, nearly as she was scared to say the words on her mind, ''You don't have to be with me this way, a lot happened to the both of us, and I would never blame you for not wanting me like this.''

She swallowed dubiously, ''But I want you, like this, in all the other ways a human can want another, I want you.''

A frown raised upon him as he snapped his neck, gritting his teeth, and he let the hand still propping him up cover her waist, bucking her closer.

Heat pushed through his vessels at the way she was revealing her feelings for him. His skin flushed.

''If I don't want you like this?'' He hissed, frustratingly, speaking into her mouth, lips brushing against each other, ''I have craved to feel you like this ever since last time, there isn't one single way I wouldn't want you, so don't you dare think that.''

Amelie blinked quickly.

''I don't want to pressure you, I don't know if you're ready to be with me like this, and I could never ask something of this sort of you if I don't know if you're ready or not, I would never do that—''

He drew a deep gaping breath at the way her body eased on top of his, and he grasped at her waist tighter, ''I want all of you, always.'' Draco finished, feeling her fingers as they tensed into his shoulders.

His way of speaking did things to her as well, things she'd yet failed to experience.

''Then have me, Draco...'' Amelie whimpered, and his hand dropped from her jaw, moving down her frame to her lower back, inching her closer over him, ''Have me in all the ways you want me and let me have you.''

Inhaling so sharply as it stung in his lungs, he lost himself in the desire for her, her balmy words caused him to turn unleashed, and his lips caught hers, kissing her deeply.

Amelie melted right into that. Her fingers tangled into the roots of his blond hair, and she kissed him back, ''I want you,'' She whispered, so lowly that it wavered him, ''I want you, Draco—''

He tore their lips in two, dipping his head as hers tilted back, and he kissed down her jaw, moving her body over his.

''Fuck, I want you—'' Draco mumbled, embracing the skin right below her ear, ''I want all of you, Amelie, every last piece and inch of you, I want.''

Whimpering as she clung onto him, her knees soothed against the covers, and his hands gestured for her to rise slightly. Her body followed his motion as he got a grip of her nightdress, and he slowly dragged it up over her chest — her arms stretched up as he tugged it off her completely.

Leaving her bare in nothing but her underwear, and his hands returned to feel her exposed skin, his palms smoothly across her spine as she arched her chest into his, fading into the kisses he wouldn't stop caressing her with.

At first, he didn't dare to kiss her neck, to touch the place he believed to hurt her. It caused him to despise himself, tremendously, knowing that he'd settled his hands on her in a vicious way, but that feeling caved as his eyes flickered to her scars.

''Mine,'' He kissed the bruises on her shoulder, taking all the sinful acts she'd been put through away, ''Mine, mine, mine,'' Draco growled.

He littered kisses all over her skin.

Effortlessly, as if he'd never stopped. He didn't see a change in her body as she did.

Amelie felt uncertain within herself since she'd been away. She didn't feel as confident as she once did, being on full display for the boy in front of her, but he never failed to rob her of that feeling and replacing it with love.

Yet, it was different this time — safer in ways she couldn't explain. With every time she felt him as he kissed, touched, soothed every piece of herself she didn't admire about herself — that feeling of insecurity lacked.

He would always do that — he would always make her feel assured about her own body.

She could feel insecure, to begin with, but she knew from the bottom of her heart — the heart she knew would beat with his, that she was indeed stronger now. That he'd ever so made her feel solid in such an unknown time.

Malfoy would never see her differently. He'd never see her as anyone but his, and no matter what she lived through, never mind what her body looked like or what state she was in — he'd love her, praise her to the fullest.

It wasn't something he'd put any effort in. He did it unconsciously. He'd always adore her, without question.

No matter what, he'd raise her to the skies, and she'd bring him with her, drawing him away from his own hell to live freely alongside her.

The wind plainly danced around them, mellow strokes of air circled her uncovered skin and her hair fluttered in symphony with it.

Hearing as birds chirped and the crowns of the trees around them brushed together.

Rolling her hips over his night pants, he groaned against her collarbones, peeling his eyes open as he watched the marks fading into her skin, and he kissed them again, slowly. Her fingers curled into his hair, driving him even nearer.

''Draco—'' She said, quietly, feeling as she grew impatient with the way he was touching her body, ''Please, let me have you.''

Still, with a dubious feeling as it wavered him, he leaned back, one hand grasping at her lower back as the other one gripped at her thighs, and he shifted them around.

His fist quickly struck the bed linen as she squealed out, holding her arms around his neck. Amelie chuckled, softly and he laid her down gently as her hair spilled everywhere.

Parting their bodies as he tugged his night pants down, shoving the fabric off his legs and Amelie's thighs wrapped around him, bringing him as close as she could.

''Are you sure, Amelie?'' He asked, sheeting her arms around him as she dragged him down, ''We don't have to, you know that — You're mine either way.''

Smiling as she caught the words, her tongue rolled over her bottom lip, wettening it before she kissed him again, her hands traveling down his spine, ''I am sure,'' She whispered as he caught her sweet breath, ''I want this. All of it.''

His fist moved between them, pushing the material of his boxer aside before he carefully hooked his fingers around the fabric of her underwear, and he shoved it apart.

Malfoy's movements were so gentle. He didn't wish to hurt her in any way nor make her feel influenced to do anything she didn't wish for.

Amelie gasped — the tips of her fingers clawed at his shoulders as the friction of the shivery air wrapped around her.

Staring deeply into each other's eyes and her lips slightly parted, he reached for his length, slowly stroking it along her core, and both of them breathed out, relievingly at the sense of it.

''I don't want to hurt you—'' Draco mumbled again, his brows knitted concerningly, ''I don't want this to hurt for you—fuck—''

''It doesn't hurt me, Draco...'' She whispered, so lowly, ''It never hurts when you touch me, not earlier, not in the shower, not now.''

Amelie kept her sight locked with his, and he began to lower himself into her, a little at the time, not too fast, and Draco groaned out at the feeling of her walls, hugging him so tightly, ''Fuck, Amelie—'' He breathed, gritting his jaws as he filled her up.

Her eyes nearly rolled back at the sensation it caused her, feeling as he stretched her to the fullest, ''Don't stop,'' Amelie pleaded as he bucked his hip slightly, matching her doings, ''Please, don't stop.''

''So beautiful,'' Draco rasped, his chest pressed to hers, and she lacked the strength of holding herself balanced. He was sliding into her entirely as she pushed up to meet him, ''Tell me if I'm hurting you, even the slightest—''

Silently moaning into each other's mouths.

''You're not hurting me,'' Amelie whined, nearly gasping for air as his hips rolled into hers. He caught her lips, kissing her softly, ''You—oh—never hurt me, Draco—please.''

''You're made for me,'' He said, bluntly, ''All of this—fuck—Amelie...'' He held onto her, ''All of this is mine, and you are made for me.''

Amelie's head bowed, her skin shivered, ''Yours.''

Draco tried to keep himself tamed, one hand pushed into the grass beside the blanket, as the other one cupped her jaw, ''Mine,'' He grunted against her lips, ''I love you, and you're mine.''

It was an overwhelming pleasure for him, finally having her this way again, feeling her body as she shook beneath him, catching her moans in his mouth and giving her everything he had.

Draco could never explain this feeling, ''Fuck— mine, all mine, only mine. Ever since last time, no one can touch you, Amelie. You're mine. No one can ever lay a fucking hand on you again.''

''I'm—'' She heaved, trying to keep her movements in sync with his. The hand on her jaw bent her head back, making her look at him fully in the dimmed illumination of moonlight, glimmering above them, ''I'm yours, and you're mine.''

''Fuck—yes, all mine,'' Draco couldn't keep himself restrained. She was so tight around him, ''You're so sweet, I can never get enough of you.''

Her hand seeking his. He caught onto it, brushing their noses along the other as he intertwined their fingers, pinning them above her head. The grass tickled her arm, but she was too consumed in him to even bother.

Attaching his lips to her neck again, she whimpered, scratching her fingers down his neck as he turned untamed, and he, in a swift move — pulled out and gripped her waist. He lifted her, placing her above him again.

Pushing inside her, both of them moaned out as the breeze tickled her skin.

Feeling as her fingers dug into his arms, he bucked his hips, thrusting into her, and Amelie let her head tip back. Sweet, innocent moans fled her pure lips, and he sought to taste every single one.

The sphere as they knew it to be was on the tipping point of rupturing — it all ending, if it hadn't already.

And there they were, in each other's arms, their souls tangled and their life depended on one another, as the world around them crumbled. He'd never let it touch her.

Draco would shield her with his life if he had to. He'd protect her life with his without hesitation, and she'd do nothing less than the same.

It would always be her to him. His Amelie.

''I love you,'' Amelie inhaled, breathing out shakingly with every thrust he brought her. Her body shook above his. Her hips rolling over his as he held her, ''I love you,'' She repeated herself.

Draco's sight flickered across her, smiling shyly to himself as he let his lips run along her skin, kissing every mark he could reach. He sucked on her flesh, leaving a mark right above her scar, making her whimper in return.

''That's the only marks I will ever leave on you,'' He groaned, kissing his way back up to her lips, sinking deeper into her as she lowered herself onto him, "My Amelie—fucking hell,"

''I'll never hurt you,'' Draco panted out, his heated breaths ghosted her face, and his length as he pushed into her, filling her to the complete brim made her whimper at the words, ''I love you.''

Amelie moaned, feeling as he took on the pace a bit more. He was sitting up — with her in his lap as he almost came undone by the look of her.

Her hair fell over her shoulders, her skin thinly covered in a coat of layered sweat, fusing fully with his, ''Fuck, I love you,'' Draco whispered, ''So fucking beautiful. Only this beautiful for me."

The moonlight shone over their moving bodies perfectly.

It was them and them only. Not a soul in sight as they finally had each other in all the ways they craved.

She'd missed him like this, more than she could ever come to explain. She'd missed the feeling of him giving it all to her and herself letting him in — to the fullest.

Her body rocked with his, and the waver of pleasure rose to unravel within, she couldn't control it as her legs began shaking and her breaths hitched, ''I'm—'' Amelie choked out, arching her spine, tipping her head, ''I think I'm—''

''Come for me,'' Draco buried his head in the safest place he knew, right in between her shoulder and the brim of her neck as he kissed her skin, ''Come for me, let me feel you.''

''I can't—'' Amelie breathed, her nails scratching his neck, and she curled her fist in his hair as he kept on pleasing her, chasing his own release, ''Draco, I'm—''

''There you go—'' He smirked, whispering into her ear, ''I missed to have you like this. Now, let me feel you.''

Her lashes fluttered as she gasped out, trails of soft moans fled her throat as her high welled over her, and he moved so that he'd have his forehead against hers, watching and taking in all of her as she came undone for him.

He was so close, ''Fuck, Amelie,'' Draco muttered, crashing himself at the feeling of her being a moaning mess over his body, and he melted right into her, ''I'm—''

Taking his jaws into her palms, she tilted his head back, kissing his upper lip softly, ''Come for me,'' She wailed out at the tension of his hips, slamming up against hers. Malfoy's hands gripping at her waist, ''Let me feel you too, Draco...''

Draco's muscles flexed against hers and his head thrown back, he moaned out, and he came just as lost as she did.

The overwhelming pleasure of her kissing him through it as she let him cave into her caused every nerve in his body to be kept on the utter edge.

''I love you,'' He mumbled, hooking her lips in another kiss, ''It will always be you.''

Serenity around them as the flowers in the gardens flourished, and the petals bloomed.

''I'm yours, and you're mine,'' She said silently, and she nearly whimpered as he pulled out of her, helping her to lie down on her side next to him instead. Not once did he take his eyes off of her. He could never.

Draco fixed his underwear, as did she. He threaded the linen over them, folding it entirely over their bare bodies, and both of them looked up at the heavens.

''Come here,'' He told, tucking his arm under her head as he tugged her closer, her cheek against his chest.

She was so tired now, and he noticed, pushing his lips into her hair, gathering strands of it and settling it behind her ear, ''Sleep...'' Draco closed his own eyes, ''Sleep, Amelie.''

Nodding as she nestled into him, her bones fitted him magnificently, her skin was made to fit his, ''Only if you sleep too...'' She yawned, feeling his fingers as they moved gently over her spine.

Her hues hooded, weighty as was his, sensing his chest rise and fall leisurely in bearing with hers.

They fell asleep, close to the other, peacefully, unknowingly at what the world had in store for them.

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