It has been...
It has been three months since that night where they found each other in a bar in London and they drank and talked about everything until three in the morning.
It has been one month since she decided to divorce her husband and after that, she went to his house with her cheeks full of tears. That night she fell asleep in his lap and he just looked at her breathing because it brought him peace.
It has been one week since he opened up with her in the old and abandoned mansion that belonged to his parents. The mansion where its walls had too many tragic and sad and horrific stories to tell. Stories that nobody ever knew… except her.
It has been only six hours since Ginevra Weasley kissed Draco Malfoy for the first time. Since he took off her clothes and touched her skin like she was the most precious and valuable sculpture. Since she told him that she loved him and since he whispered in her ear that he loved her too.
Draco opened his eyes and the first thing that he saw was her red hair falling so graciously over the pillow, besides him. He smiled. A little smile but so genuine. A smile that was lost on its way since Astora died and Scorpius left the house.
Ginevra yawned and under the sheets, she found Draco’s hand. After all, she had another opportunity to love and to be happy. And to forgive a damaged boy that became an insecure adult with a soul full of tenderness.