I'm not saying it was your fault,
Although you could've done more,
Oh you're so naive yes so,
How could this be done?
For such a smiling sweetheart,
Oh such a sweet and pretty face.
It's such an ugly world for something so beautiful.
Ill die everytime I look inside.
- The Kooks

Olivia Cline is an average girl wizard. She sits with her friends at the Griffindor table. And is bullied by Draco Malfoy. She's just a pathetic mudblood to him and he's just her bully. But will they ever feel more?


23. Do you love me?

The dinner party was an interesting event. Needless to say Draco didn't socialize much and we ended up leaving early. We flooed back to my flat and dusted off our jackets. "I was counting on you to make a better impression than that!" I fumed. "Honestly Malfoy! I thought you wanted to convince them!" He scowled at me and pointed an accusing finger at me. "Back to a last name basis are we love? Thought we were past that." I threw my arms up in frustration. "I'll take the couch." He moped. "Nonsense you can take the bedroom I'll take the couch, but just give me a moment to get my pajamas." I said. I slipped on my pajamas which consisted of his old Slytherin Quidditch shirt. I came out with my hair up and a pillow. "You kept it?" He said from behind me. I flipped around to see Draco leaning in the door way with a smirk on his face. "I needed something large to sleep in and I had this in the back of my closet." I stated. He shrugged and I laid down on the couch and drifted to sleep. I woke two hours later with a terrible pain in my back. "Shit." I muttered. I sat up and quietly crept into the bedroom to reach the bathroom. I got to the bathroom and opened the cupboard in search of some muggle pain killers. I found some and checked the back. 'Not recommended for pregnant women past first trimester.' Read the back. "Damn it." I cursed under my breath. I started to sneak out but say Draco sitting up and awake. "Are you alright?" He asked. I explained simply that my back hurts from sleeping on the couch. "Want to join?" He asked almost awkwardly. I raised an eyebrow. "I won't do anything to you. You just looked tired and lonely." He said. I hesitated but gave in, and slowly crawled into bed with him. "God I've missed this." He said against my hair. "Draco?" I whispered. He turned to face me. "Yes?" He whispered back. "I'm scared. What if I'm a terrible Mum?" I asked. He made a face shook his head. "I think you'll be an excellent Mum." He said and then pressed his lips lightly to my forehead. My heart fluttered. "Are you scared to be a father?" I asked. He twirled a ringlet of my hair in his fingers. "I just don't want to be the father my father was." He said. I looked into his stormy eyes. They still portrayed the hurt his father embedded there. Sometimes I still see a young boy who only ever wanted his father to love him yet it seemed he was never good enough for Lucius. "Do you still love me?" He asked. I looked at him a moment longer and then nodded slowly. "Of course I do. If I didn't I would have told you about this. Hiding it was a coping mechanism for me." I smiled slightly. "Do you still love me?" I whispered. He laughed softly at me. "Why do you think I'm here." He said quietly. I smiled genuinely this time and we just laid there for a while. As much as it pains me to say I missed him. I missed him playing with my hair, the way he kisses my neck softly and always keeps me longing for his warm embrace. I wasn't lying when I said I still loved him and I probably shouldn't have acted so harsh towards him at the Quidditch pitch. He wrapped his arm around my swollen waist line and kissed the back of my neck softly. We fell asleep blissfully.

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