End of Fifth Year

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Chapter 55: End of Fifth Year

As I was packing my stuff, someone held my shoulder

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As I was packing my stuff, someone held my shoulder.

I turned then my eyes met blue grey ones

"Draco."

"Hey," he said. "Can we talk?"

He is wearing a blue shirt, and I got to admit he looks good in blue.

I crossed my arm. "Talk."

He sighed then scratched his neck. "I know you said that I shouldn't come back to you-"

"Get to the point, Draco." I said.

"You were right. The Dark Lord is back, and it was very stupid of me to not believe you and call our friendship off."

"I-"

"And I miss you, Y/N. I really do." He said.

I caressed his cheek. "I do too."

"Can we start over this friendship? I was stupid and I'm sorry." He said.

"You will forever be stupid," I said.

He glared at me.

"But you're my stupid." I added.

Then we both chuckled.

"Oh, and by the way," he reached out his pocket then took out the ring that I gave him.

He wore it. "I'm sorry for breaking this. You don't know how much this means to me."

"It's alright, Draco. You fixed it anyway." I said.
He looked at me then wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I love you," he said then captured my lips.

"I—mhm!" I kissed him back passionately.

A few minutes later, we pulled away panting.

I smiled. "I love you too, Draco Malfoy."

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