Part fortyfive

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He taught her patience, and she taught him love.

Around her neck hung her engagement ring, next to the heart pendant on the thin silver necklace he had given her last Christmas. No one knew and no one saw, but feeling the silver ring in between her collarbones was enough for her.

She was only seventeen, and so was he. Most people would call it madness, she was sure. But what a thrilling delightful madness it was to promise to one day marry the one you hold closest to your heart.

She would've never thought of herself as a girl who gets engaged at the mare age of seventeen, not when she was still in school, for she has her whole life to get engaged and married. However these were different circumstances, for she did not know if her or the boy she loved would have all their lives to live. There was a war upon them, filled with darkness and destruction, and it had it's headquarters in his childhood home.

She didn't want to die not being his fully, she did not want him to fade away with the distant memory of the mark upon his left arm.

Christmas came and went. Her family gathered, and to them everything was the same as the year before, but for her everything was different. No one in her family understood what was upon the witches and the wizards hiding amongst them, not even her mother and father. Rebecka hardly spoke of it, maybe she was trying to push the truth away.

Her holiday was filled with snowy days, delicious food and sweets. Snowmen and frosty lanterns decorated every yard on her street and drinks flowed between heartfelt laughter and loud chatter. She spent many hours in front of the television watching old black and white movies with a cup of hot chocolate in her hand. Her whole family snuggled up next to her, and their two cats Billy and Quentin laid on her lap as she stroked their furry backs.

For a moment everything felt blissful.

Her mind wandered to him every day, and she wondered if he was alright. She wondered what he was doing, and if he got to celebrate a normal Christmas with all the chaos taking place in his house. She hoped he wasn't feeling lonely, and she wished she could hold him.

One night before New Year's Eve she looked out of her window at the starry night sky and she couldn't help but wonder if he was also awake in Wiltshire, gazing upon the same stars.

Another night she woke up to a crackling noise by her bed, confused and slightly terrified she quickly scrambled to turn on her lamp on her nightstand. There he was, dressed in black with his bright eyes piercing through the dark.

"Draco?" she asked confused, sitting up to look at him as he stood by her bedside "what are you doing here? It's the middle of the night, how did you get here?"

"I apparated" he simply stated, looking at her as a smile spread across his pale face "I had to see you, my fiancé"

She squealed as she jumped out of her bed and into his arms. He caught her as he almost stumbled back, wrapping his arms around her back and nuzzling his face into her neck.

"I missed you" she mumbled.

"I missed you too my darling"

"But you scared the hell out of me" she said, pulling away to look at him.

"I'm so sorry, I should've thought about that" he mumbled, a quiet laugh escaping his lips "but it wasn't like I could warn you"

          

"No I know" she said, stroking his cheek "I was worried about you, I wanted to write and make sure that you were alright but I didn't think it would be such a great idea when you know who is at your house you know?"

"I know" he sighed, looking at her with sadness in his eyes "I know, but I'm here now and I'm alright"

He cupped her cheeks with his warm hands before he leaned forward to kiss her. She kissed him back, entangling her hands in his blonde hair.

"How was your Christmas?" she asked him, taking his hands in hers.

"Weird" he hummed, looking away from her "nothing like how I'm used to"

"I'm sorry to hear that" she said, dragging him over to her bed.

She sat down at the edge of her bed, and he followed, plopping down next to her.

"How was your Christmas then?" he asked her, gazing at her as she sat in her pajamas. 

"Normal" she shrugged "just the same as every year, it was quite lovely"

"I'm glad to hear" he said, slowly nodding his head "you deserve a nice Christmas with your family"

"Thank you for you Christmas present" she said, holding up the small silver D pendant from him that she had hung onto her necklace.

"D for Draco, you're welcome" he said, reaching his pale hand underneath his black turtleneck sweater and grabbing a thin silver chain to show her "I have one too, E for Eleonora"

"Ellie" she corrected him.

"E for Ellie"

Around his neck hung a thin silver chain with a small silver E pendant hung to it, he carried a piece of her with him close to his heart. It made her smile, and she could feel her heart beating hard inside of her chest.

"And thank you for your gift" he quickly added with a smile "I wore that black tie you got me on Christmas eve"

"I'm glad you like it, even if it's just a black tie"

"It's my favourite black tie" he laughed, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She let out a quiet laugh as she leaned her head onto his shoulder, drawing in a deep breath of his familiar scent. He lifted his hand to stroke her hair, gently combing his fingers through the brown curls.

"How are you even able to be here? Won't you get in trouble for leaving?"

"No, not if they don't find out" he mumbled, trailing his fingers along her cheekbone "they all took off for the ministry earlier this evening, they won't be back in two days"

"And you didn't have to go?" she asked.

"No" he said, shaking his head "he wanted my mother and father to come but not me, I don't know why"

She lifted her head from his shoulder to look at him, and the sight of his pure bright eyes made joy flood through her veins. It was nice to have him back in her childhood bedroom.

"Are you tired?" she asked, brushing some of his light blonde hair out of his face.

"I don't know" he sighed, shrugging his shoulders "I'm always tired I suppose"

"You look tired, you should rest" she said, laying down on her bed and gesturing for him to follow "come on"

He kicked off his black shoes and laid down next to her, pulling her onto his chest. He felt warm and familiar, even solid and safe. And as she laid in his arms she wanted stay there forever. She wanted to cling to his shirt, bury her face in the curve of his neck and never let go. She wanted to hold his hands, and feel his calm heartbeat for the rest of her days.

"Sleep" she said quietly, stroking her fingers through his light blonde hair "I'll fight off the bad dreams if they come to get you, I promise"

"Thank you Ellie"

"Goodnight Draco"

The next morning Draco apparated out of her bedroom with a cheeky grin, and then the doorbell rang suddenly. She laughed as she pulled on a pair of jeans and stepped out of her room.

"Draco hi" she heard Rebecka exclaim happily and surprised "I didn't know you were coming, Ellie Draco is here!"

"Coming Becka!" she shouted back as she rushed down the stairs, stopping to look at the pale boy standing in the open door with a smirk upon his lips.

"Hello Ellie"

"Hello Draco, nice to see you" she said, muffling a laugh. She really tried to sound surprised, like she had not woken up in his arms only minutes before.

"Oh Draco hi" her mother said, popping her head into the small hallway "you're just in time for breakfast, I hope you're hungry my boy"

"Lovely mrs Ember, I'm starving"

She laughed as she jumped down the last step and took his arm, leading him into the kitchen. Rebecka skipped after them, a happy smile upon her lips.

"Thank you for the book by the way" her younger sister said, sitting down at the table "it's amazing"

"No worries, I'm glad you like it" he said, giving her a pleased smile.

Draco spent two whole days at her house before he had to go back before someone found out that he had escaped the Malfoy manor. He played exploding snap with Rebecka and they had a snowball fight in the garden, he helped her mother bake bread and at night they sat down together in front of the television to watch some of her father's favourite films for what felt like the hundred time this week. One afternoon Draco sat down by their old piano, softly pressing his pale fingers to the keys. She had watched him from the couch, resting her head in her hands. She was surprised when he had glanced at the opened book of Christmas carols, seemingly interested in the muggle music before him.

"What's this?" he asked, trailing his fingers over the sheet of music.

"That's the first noel" she said softly, gazing at him in awe "it's a Christmas carol, it's actually..."

"Your favourite one" he said, gazing between her and the sheet in the book "I recognize it from the music box you gave me, I listened to it in my room before I came here"

"Really?" she asked, looking at him with a smile.

He nodded his head before he turned back to the old piano, starting to play the carol for her. At first it was slow, but he quickly got it as his bright eyes scanned over the sheet. 

"You read sheet music?" she asked him.

"Yes" he said simply, continuing to play as her family walked curiously into the room "I've told you before Ellie"

He played the first noel on their old piano, his fingers gliding over the keys calmly, and her mother and father sat down next to her. Rebecka plopped down on the floor next to their cats, softly swaying her head back and forth.

She leaned back, enjoying the sight of him doing something so peaceful as playing the piano. The music was soft, and he smiled. For a moment all worries were gone, and all felt alright. And as he sat there, and she gazed upon him, she held no doubt in her heart that he would be the most graceful marvelous husband to ever live.

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