She hadn't slept a wink of sleep. Her mind was constantly replaying those memories Draco had showed her. Although she had finally accepted what Draco had shown, and told her— she needed to see more, and she needed coffee.

Dragging herself out of bed, she remembered that she allowed Draco to sleep on her couch. She didn't know why, but deep down she wanted him to still be there. Perhaps it was comfort, or maybe because she wanted more answers, she hadn't determined that yet.

She threw her robe on and exited her room. Her eyes immediately darted towards the couch. And he wasn't there, the blanket she had given him was folded neatly at the end of it.

He had left, and she didn't know whether to feel enraged or disappointed. Either way, the feeling inside her showed she did care.

She sucked in a breath, walking back into her room. That's when she heard her door unlock. Her wand wasn't by her side, but she had enough time to grab it and run to her living room.

That's when she saw Draco walk in, he had changed his clothes and was carrying a brown paper bag. She knew what was in the bag before seeing it, she could smell it first— coffee.

She saw tucked behind him was a bouquet, lilies to be precise and her heart warmed automatically.

"I'm sorry— did I wake you up?" Draco frowned, shifting on his feet.

He looked tired, his eyes had sunken into his face. She instantly felt guilty and blamed herself for his current appearance.

"No, it's fine— where did you go?"

It was an obvious answer, but she wanted to hear it for herself. To her, he had dedicated his entire last two years to her, but she wanted to see how far that dedication went.

"I went to get you a mocha— one sugar? I also picked up a chocolate muffin, you like those don't you?"

She was astounded, no one had gone to these lengths for her. The more she was around Draco, the more she realised he truly was in love with her and knew everything about her.

And part of her wished she knew the same about him.

"Is that okay? Do you want me to go back— you used to like chocolate muffins, I assumed you would've wanted one? Unless you don't eat them anymore, I can just throw it away— or is there something else you want—"

She had noticed he rambled when he was nervous, spoke more than he needed to. It was attractive, to her. She had seen two sides of him, the confident side, the one he put on in front of his friends.

And now the weak, vulnerable side. She liked that he was able to show his emotions, and she wondered if he was like that when they used to date.

"I love chocolate muffins— thank you," she smiled.

She could see the tension lift from his shoulders. He cleared his throat and began walking towards her.

"What do you want to see today?" He placed the bag onto the kitchen counter and pulled out the coffee. He slid it towards her and did the same with the muffin.

He laid the flowers down, she was unsure if she should hug him, or kiss him.

She picked up the coffee instead and took a sip of it. Humming at the taste, she saw Draco's eyes watching her intensely.

"You never did drink coffee did you?" She raised an eyebrow, placing the paper cup down.

Draco rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling embarrassed about the lie he had told.

"Never, and it's clear now I don't work at the ministry?"

She nodded, "you had too much free time on your hands."

"Right— I suppose that one was a little far fetched."

They both laughed together, it was weird how she hadn't noticed but their laughs were similar. Of course, his was deeper, more raspier. But they were similar— she wished she had paid more attention to his.

"I'm going to shower, and I'll come out with an answer— you can watch something if you want?"

Draco shook his head, "I'm fine, it's no problem."

"Well, make yourself at home," she said, strolling back into her bedroom. She heard Draco mumble underneath his breath but couldn't make out what he had said.

She shut her door, ready to head into the shower until her phone began vibrating.

Pansy.

"Hello," she sighed, switching the shower on and placing her hand underneath the water, ensuring the temperature was correct.

"I want to apologise— I knew this whole time, but you have to know, I couldn't say anything, not until Draco did," she rushed.

"I don't blame you, it's fine."

And she didn't blame Pansy, she was in a difficult situation where she was balancing between two of her friends. Y/N understood that Pansy was torn between the two, so she couldn't hold a grudge.

"Thank you— I told you Theo she didn't blame me!" She heard her yell.

"Is he there with you? I haven't been able to reach him, I'm worried he's done something, he always acted out when it came to you," Pansy asked, she heard her inhale and then exhale slowly— obviously smoking again.

"He's here."

"Really? Fucking hell, that's a relief, tell him Theo wants to see him when he has time, God, I missed you two together."

"Pansy, what do you mean by acted out?" She frowned, removing her hand from the now scorching water.

"Oh, he's just— very emotional and passionate when it comes to you, so much so, that he acts on impulse. I remember one time this cunt in your house called you out of your name. Draco went crazy, I'd never seen him so enraged, if it weren't for Theo then I'm sure Draco would've killed him," she could hear the smirk behind Pansy's words.

"Right—"

"And you two weren't even together properly back then, you can only imagine what he was like when you were."

"That's, interesting, thank you for telling me," she clipped, not wanting to show Pansy that she was intrigued by her words.

"Listen, I know this is a lot to take in, but Draco has been going through so much and he still always puts you first— just keep that in mind."

"I will."

"Okay— I'll speak to you later Y/N."

The call ended, she threw her phone onto her bed and stripped. She dipped her foot in the shower first, testing the water. Once she found it was tolerable, she put her entire body in there.

Pansy's call made her curious. The Draco she saw today was nothing like how Pansy described. That Draco seemed to be overprotective, how could she be with someone who acted out so violently? She would never accept that.

There had to be something else, something that made her overlook this behaviour. She knew what she wanted to see next, she wanted to see something nice— something that showed her that the person she saw today was the same person back then.

She hurried out of her shower, brushing her teeth and then pulling on some pyjama shorts.

Draco was on the sofa, his head resting on his hand, a second away from dozing off until he heard her stumble in. He shot up, reaching out to stop her from falling but she regained her balance.

"Careful darling," he shook his head, sitting back down. A quiet yawn came out from his mouth, and when he stretched up, his T-shirt lifted too, showing the toned abdomen he possessed.

She ignored the thoughts from her mind— those filthy thoughts and the dirty acts they had did together previously.

That's when she saw him smirk, he removed it quickly, clearing his throat.

"Have you decided?" He asked, sitting up— he appeared to be more alert now, or that could be because she was now sitting in front of him.

"Yes— show me your true self, I'm assuming you know what I mean?"

His eyebrows furrowed, she could tell he was thinking.

"I know what you mean."

She placed her hands on either side of his face. Then, without thinking she brushed her thumbs along his cheekbones. His eyes flicked from her lips to her eyes, she saw the conflict within himself.

She wanted him to kiss her, but this was more important.

"Breathe," he whispered.

Quidditch was draining for Draco, especially this last training session. So many high expectations, but he could only give so much. He couldn't do it all, he thought about quitting— but the adrenaline he received when playing was unbeatable.

That's why he stayed an extra hour after practice, he waited until everyone had left to complete extra laps, move faster on his broom— training himself to be more precise.

It was going well until the rain. It was October, so it was expected, but this rain came with thunder, Draco knew he had to leave, not only was he soaked he also wasn't safe up there.

There were two routes to get back into the common room, he could go in the main entrance. Or the shortcut, he would have to walk in the rain for a little longer but it was better than speaking to people he didn't have time for.

So he took the shortcut, carrying his broom in one hand and brushing his hand through his wet strands.

"No, no, no, fuck," he heard from in front of him.

There she was, the girl he couldn't get out of his mind.

"Hey— everything alright?" Draco yelled, picking up his pace and walking towards her.

She stopped and turned around, Draco could see she was crying. The rain didn't stop that as her glassy eyes proved otherwise.

She sniffed, giving Draco a weak smile. He could see her holding wet parchment, the ink merged into one large blob of black at the ends.

"What happened?" Draco was truly concerned, for one, she was in the rain and two she was crying.

"I— I was coming back from the library and my fucking homework flew out of my bag— and well...look at it," she sucked in a shaky breath.

Draco went to speak but she continued talking.

"And now Snape is going to kill me and make me write an extra ten pages, on top of that give me detention..."

"Y/N-"

"How will I have time to study? Fuck, I'm going to fail...this fucking rain— I'm sorry for my language but I spent hours on this," she continued to ramble.

"Y/N-"

"I'm so angry— I knew I should've gone the other way, otherwise this wouldn't have happened— the homework is due tomorrow...I'm going to be up all night finishing this—"

Draco had heard enough, he dropped his broom and cupped her cheeks, in one motion he dragged her into a kiss.

The rain continued to pour around them, and they ignored it. She gripped onto his waist, moving her lips against his with ease.

This kiss was different to last time, they were both sober and well aware of their actions. Which made the kiss all that much better.

Draco needed her to calm down, and once he felt her relax, he removed his lips from hers— still holding her wet cheeks.

"I'll help you— we will do it together."

Draco was mesmerised by her, even when her hair was soaked, sticking on her forehead. Despite her mascara running, she looked beautiful.

"You don't have to, I can do it."

Draco pressed one last kiss on her mouth, "I'll help you, don't worry— stop worrying, okay?"

"Okay," she breathed.

Draco let go of her, his head bent towards his lap. This was hurting him, she could see it. She hadn't seen the memories, but he had to relive them now— and sit in front of his lover who didn't know of him.

The memory he showed her made her heart thump, he was still the caring Draco that sat in front of her. And this time she acted on impulse.

She grabbed his chin and pressed a kiss on his mouth. Draco was startled, he took moments before realising what was going on. And once he did, he kissed her back, the same as in the memory he had shown her.

"Can we take a break— it's a lot for me to take in," she asked honestly. Her head had been pounding since last night, she didn't want to take anything as she knew it would wear off over time.

"Of course," Draco stood up, dusting himself off.

"Where are you going?" She frowned, confused at why he was suddenly in a rush to leave.

"Oh, I didn't know you wanted me to stay— I thought you would call me when you're ready."

"I said a break Draco— not leave."

Draco sat back down, running his fingers through his hair. She had grown to admire his hair, it wasn't blonde, more of a silver colour— from a distance you could call it blonde but close up it was icier.

When she had seen him in his memories, his hair was shorter than it was now. It was neater, now, it was natural, less hair product. She preferred it this way, especially the loose hairs that would fall in front of his face every now and then.

"Would you like to go out for lunch?" Draco asked, distracting her from her thoughts about his well-kept hair.

"Sure— I guess it will take my mind off things," she nodded, standing up.

"Give me a moment to change," she ran into her room. Finding an outfit to wear, she really hoped it would be a casual lunch— she didn't have any energy to look nice right now.

She noted what Draco had been wearing, a black jumper with black trousers. Maybe she should wear black too? No, that would be weird. But she did want to, or would they look too much like a couple.

She decided to throw on some blue jeans and a casual top. She opted to wear comfortable shoes, now Draco had no choice but to take her somewhere inexpensive.

Draco had been waiting by the door, but the lilies in a vase caught her eye first.

"Do you not want them in a vase?" Draco questioned, she assumed her confusion had made him question his own actions.

"No, it's fine— where are we going?"

"I was hoping you would decide that," Draco laughed awkwardly, "but I can take you somewhere else?"

"No—no, your taste is far too expensive for me," she laughed, opening her front door. Draco waited for her to walk out first before following behind her. He made sure he locked the door manually and with his wand.

She took him to a local cafe, somewhere that sold fresh sandwiches, soups and pastries. It was tucked away in the back streets of central London. It was a quiet spot, something that was exactly her taste.

They had sat down at a table far in the back. After ordering their chosen meals they waited to see who would speak first. She thought he would be the one, but he appeared to be occupied gawking at the muggle contraptions.

"So— Draco, why me? I'm sure you can answer that honestly now," she raised an eyebrow, drinking a sip of her orange juice.

Draco took in a deep breath, "you saw the real me— and not only did you see me, but you also accepted me. The flaws and all, you accepted them and looked past everything— that's why."

She had no response for that, it seemed like a very her thing to do. She gave everyone the benefit of the doubt, despite their wrongdoings, she looked past that.

"Look, I don't expect you to want to be with me straight away, I don't need you to pretend to love me. And during the times I'm showing you the memories, if you feel that it's too much, or you've changed your mind about me— then tell me. I can't go through this again, it was painful the first time and I don't know why but it hurts, even more, this time."

"Draco—"

"Please, just listen. The love we shared was so deep, so powerful, and it was built up over a long time. I understand and know full well that showing you my memories will never have you feeling how you felt towards me before— I know that. The only thing I want you to do is to try, that's all I can ask," he closed his eyes and exhaled.

His emotions were raw, Pansy was right. He was passionate about her, and them. She didn't know the feeling inside her, she hadn't quite remembered feeling like this before.

But when she looked at him, her heart felt like it could jump out of her chest. Her stomach exploded in flutters. She remembered reading about this, remembered the signs.

She was falling in love with him.