April 5, 2005 11:50PM
Pevensie looked up from where she had been doing stretches on a mat in the training room. "Nope."
Draco walked in slowly. "What to talk about why?"
"What? No. It's fine."
She so did not want to tell him she kept having nightmares about that night in the cemetery even though she was healed now.
"We didn't talk about what happened, what you did for me."
"You don't... you'd don't have to tell me. I know it's hard for you. It's okay. I don't-"
"Shut up," Draco said as he sat down next to her. "You need to hear this. It's hard for me to say things like this, so I expect you to listen. I will never forget that you saved my life. Never. I appreciate that you did not tell everyone about Blaise's part in it. I am dealing with that."
"You've forgiven him?"
"It's complicated, Pevensie. Blaise is like my brother. I love him like family. Your family buggers shit up. You love them despite that. We weren't raised like most people. I know you don't understand, but you can now. You'll learn. No matter what you do, I will always care about you. Even if I'm not your watcher. I know what happened to you. I know what they did to you. I wish you had told me, but I understand why you didn't."
Pevensie just nodded. Her eyes were getting watery. She had not expected him to say the words. He never said the words.
"I did not intend to make you cry." Draco put an arm around her shoulders and hugged her awkwardly. "You are part of my family now."
Pevensie hugged him back. He'd said it. She had never belonged anywhere. The Council had opened her to things she never knew she could have. She'd never imagined being part of a family. She finally had a birthday to mark, someone to buy presents for on holidays.
"I know you are angry with Blaise," Draco said. "But he's part of the family as well. Try not to judge him too harshly."
"He didn't mean to hurt us."
"But he did."
Draco gave her a little squeeze. "I know, and he's honestly upset about that. He's flawed. He thinks that when he was doing is all that he's good for. Blaise doesn't see himself for what he really is. He's better than he thinks he is. He didn't have a mother like mine. How ever angry I get at my mother, she does love me, and she does let me know that she has faith in me. She would never exploit me the way Calanthe does with Blaise. His saving grace is his father's side of the family, but he has spent too much time under his mother's thumb. We might have to help him with that."
Pevensie nodded and took that into consideration. She was still upset with Blaise; however, she would not be too harsh because that might upset Draco. She had never been as concerned with someone's opinion of her as she was of Draco's. He was the most important person in her life.
"He has you, though," Pevensie said. "And the rest of his family is awesome. Can we visit them again? I liked it there. Everyone hugged and stuff. It was like a real family."
"They are a real family. And yes, we can visit again. I'll speak to Alessandro and Blaise about that. I'll also speak to my mother about us having dinner at the Manor."
"I get to see where you grew up?"
"Yes. If you are interested."
"Pevensie, I know I joke about it, but don't hurt my father. No matter how obnoxious he is, you can not hurt him."
Pevensie sighed. "I wouldn't hurt your dad."
"You think that now, but the impulse will be strong. Very strong. You must resist it, but feel free to be as snarky as possible with him. Come on."
Draco got up and pulled her to her feet.
"Let's go to the kitchen and see about a snack. I think we still have chocolate ice cream."
"You and chocolate," Pevensie said, linking her arm through his.
"What? I like chocolate. Snack and then bed."
"Can I sleep on your couch?"
He knew she was having nightmares. Alice had told him. Draco worried about that.