Cursed | Draco Malfoy, 18+

E i g h t y - t h r e e

_____

''The sunrise.''

_____

Amelie and Draco spent another night at the cabin with her little brother and her mother.

They both knew that Narcissa had meetings across the country, and Theodore was in the wind — as he usually was these days. But Amelie didn't mind. She felt utterly safe in the embrace of the cabin, and to have both Draco and Atlas close to her caused it all to feel even more alright.

Yet, it wasn't always pleasant. Draco and Athena didn't spare as much as a look in the other one's direction, and not a word spilled between them. It was a hovering silence when Atlas or Amelie failed to speak.

Not even her hand as it brushed against his underneath the table or her legs crossed with his as they sat on the ground, playing with Atlas in the sunshine — could ease the blond's nerves when it came to her mother.

He didn't want to build a relationship with the lady. He didn't crave to have anything to do with her at all. All Malfoy wished was to buy a mansion big enough so that they could stay at different ends of it and never see each other.

Draco did this for her.

He was at the cabin, drinking her mother's bloody tea and playing with her little brother because she deserved it. She'd been through hell and back to find her mother, and this was the least he could do for her.

But Draco didn't seem to loath it as much as he let on. It was frankly peaceful to him as well — being in nature, sleeping next to her on the couch, resting so close to her on that tiny space so that she couldn't roll away from him, walking through the forest, and catching her every time she stumbled. Watching her eyes glimmer in the sunset, her brother when threw himself over her, attacking her with his toys.

It couldn't be more heaven in the misery to him.

And now — now he was buying a house with her. Their own safe haven where they'd be safe from everyone and everything.

Never had life felt worth living to him unless it was with her.

Amelie smiled as she looked down at the sleeping blond next to her, her thumb brushing over his outlined cheekbone, and she kissed his nose, mumbling, ''I'll be right back,'' Underneath her breath.

Draco — even as he rested heavily within the world of imagination, gripped her waist, and he pulled her back down onto the soft fabric, ''You're not going anywhere...''

Burying his head into the brim of her neck, she laughed out softly. Tickling her and keeping her pinned down as she sighed, ''I want to watch the sunrise...'' Amelie whispered, pushing her lips into his head.

''Then I'll come with you,'' Draco yawned, tilting his head back to glance at her. A curve played on his lips at the way her hair had tangled, but Amelie shook her head, leaning over him.

''You need to sleep. Give me ten minutes, and I'll be right back,'' Brushing her lips along with hers, he connected them. Kissing her so gently, ''Please sleep, Draco.''

Malfoy groaned, rolling his eyes at her as she kneeled back, jumping off the couch in nothing but her underwear, and she was quick to thread her dress over her body.

Yet again, Draco didn't fail to sneak a glimpse of her bare skin before he buried his head into his pillow, ''For fucks sake,'' He grunted into the muffling textile.

''What?'' She huffed out, turning around with a smile glued to her, ''What did I—''

''Just go watch your damn sun, and then you'll come right back,'' Draco muttered into the pillow, sounding utterly severe, ''Alright? You got ten minutes, and then I'll come to get you, and I will personally carry you back here.''