Draco Malfoy fic in a Hogwarts universe where Voldy doesn't exist and everyone is alive and well.
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𝙒𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙇:
Somebody who is the reason for your happiness; a soulmate; a forever lover.
Somebody you find yourself thinking about constant...
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CRAZY LITTLE THING CALLED LOVE
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My knuckles softly rapped against Draco's room door. I waited for a minute. I was partially expecting he wouldn't open the door tonight. Maybe we both need to take a breath away from one other, released from our draining codependency for just one minute. Maybe we both did need that.
Then, the door opened.
Draco's arm extended as he held open the door, peering down at me with the same exhausted expression I wore-like we both were entirely spent from the constant hindrances that never allowed our relationship to be effortlessly normal.
For months, last year and this, there has always been more pain and recovery than bliss and affection. We were never out of the fog-or I wasn't, and Draco stayed there with me.
After having my memories extracted, we thought, maybe, finally, for the first time we are out of the fog. We can be happy. We can be normal. Things are simple-as they would be with anyone else, someone not broken the way I had been.
Then today, we learnt there is still a fog. Maybe I hadn't even known it myself. Even without the exact memories of my trauma, there was still an emptiness within me that wasn't going to allow me to love Draco the way he deserved to be loved; nor allowing me to let Draco love me the way he wants to.
How can I love someone, let them love me, when I resent life itself?
There was always something. Samael, the post-trauma hindrance, the pills and drug addiction, even Mara stirring difficulties-there was always something. I remained broken, Draco remained continuously breaking as he stayed in the dark with me, for me.
We both drained each other entirely and maybe, we did need a break away from each other to charge ourselves back up. Breathe. Entirely exempt from our dependence on one other.
Maybe our mutual dependency on each other was too exhausting.
"Come in." Draco moved his arm out of the way, allowing me to come inside. He closed the door behind me before moving towards his bed. He struggled to meet my eyes.
He would never let go. Even if I hollowed him from inside out, he would never let himself free from my hold. He wouldn't let me free him either-I'm afraid even if it's what I wanted to do, I would never be able to anyways.
Draco's skin flushed, his eyes faintly red; he looked terribly sad.
"I forgive the world, Draco."
Sitting on the edge of his bed with his hands folded between his legs, Draco lifted his head to look at me. He remained quiet, his lips in a straight line. I didn't know if he was struggling to believe me, or scared to jinx it.
