The moon hung low in the sky, casting its pale glow over the quiet clearing by the lake—your special spot. It had always been your haven, a place untouched by the outside world, where you and Draco could just be.

Now, it was the place where everything would change.

Draco stood before you, his eyes stormy beneath the moonlight. “I asked your father,” he murmured, his voice quieter than usual, as if he hated saying it out loud. “But your daddy said no.”

Your heart clenched. You knew how much it took for Draco to ask—how much he was willing to prove himself. And still, your father had refused him. Not because he didn’t see Draco’s love for you, but because he feared the weight of his name, his reputation, his past.

Draco exhaled sharply, his free hand running through his hair in frustration. “I should’ve known he wouldn’t listen. That he’d never think I was enough for you."

You stepped closer, reaching up to cup his face, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “You are enough, Draco,” you whispered. “You’ve always been enough.”

His breath hitched, and for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to press against him. “You and I went on the run,” he murmured. “Don’t care about family.”

His words sent a thrill through you—not just because they were reckless and bold, but because they were true. He would leave everything behind for you.

“I’m gonna marry the woman I love,” he vowed. His hand slid to your waist, pulling you against him, his heartbeat thundering beneath your touch. “Down by our special spot.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but they weren’t from sadness. They were from certainty. From knowing, without a doubt, that this was right.

“Then let’s do it,” you whispered, gripping his shirt as if to ground yourself in this moment.

Draco let out a breath—half a laugh, half disbelief—before his lips crashed into yours, claiming you with every ounce of love, desperation, and devotion he had.

Tonight, it was just the two of you.

And nothing could take that away.