Hello my darlings,

To celebrate my 5-years anniversary on Wattpad I have decided to write and extra Chapter. @Ashxx274 gave me the idea when she asked me if I had written a chapter in which Harry had not died.

So, here it is. Sort of. This chapter is Draco's imagination of how their life could have turned out if Harry had not died in the fire. In this chapter, it is at least five years after the fire.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

I also want to thank all of you again for your support. It truly means the world to me and I cannot believe how many kind souls have read the book, how many have left a vote or a kind comment. Without you, I would have never written this extra chapter. So, thank you, so, so much for everything.

Lots of love,

BrokenR
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If this was a dream

Then at least I've got

Memories for when morning comes

Now that I must leave with a heavy heart - Anson Seabra; Welcome to Wonderland

When I think of you, I like to think about all the things that made me fall in love with you. The way you smiled, the way your emerald eyes looked at me as if they are trying to climb into my soul. Someone once said that the eyes were the doors of the soul. I never understood what that meant, until I met you.

When I think of you, I remember the way your hair smelled like cheap shampoo. I remember the way my name rolled of your beautiful pink lips. Lips that I would love to kiss until mine were sore.

Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I imagine the life we were going to have. I imagine waking up next to you on a Sunday morning, in our warm and cosy bed.

'Good morning,' your raspy morning voice would whisper.

'Are you staring at me?' I would whisper in return, with a smile on my lips. My eyes would meet yours and we would both blush like newlyweds, even though we had been married for years. My love for you would grow bigger and deeper as each day passes. I would fall in love with not only the beautiful and bright sides of you, but also with the darker ones. With the sides that you tried to hide for most people.

'Of course, I am,' you would reply without any doubt or shame. 'I like to stare at art. I love to appreciate it, so I take my time.'

I would laugh it off, not realizing how lucky I am to hear you say those words. 'Sure, Casanova let us get out of bed. We have a long day ahead.'

'Really? Are we doing something?' you would ask me with a mischievous smile on your lips and a naught look in those gorgeous emerald eyes. Because I was thinking of something else, we could do to kill some time.

Your hands would slowly touch the side of my cheek while your lips were attacking mine. I would feel your other hand caressing my bare chest. A low groan would leave my lips as soon as the hand made his way to the lower have of my body.

'I would rather make my beautiful husband feel good.'

The first moan would leave my lips, soon followed by many more. Only you could make me feel so good and special. Every time we kissed would feel as good as the first time. Every time you would make me feel good would be a dream coming true. I would pleasure you in a way only I could, just to hear my name leave your lips in desperate begs.

I would be the only one who could touch you like that. The only one who could make you scream in pleasure. In return, I would only let you touch me. We would be inseparable. Together, we could conquer all the bad and the evil in the world around us.

Of course, there would be challenges as well. I would get panic attacks every now and then. I would scream for you with tears running down my pale cheeks.

'Draco, I am right here with you,' your soft and trustable voice would whisper softly into my ear. 'I am right here for you, my love, and I am not going anywhere. Hold my hand and look with me for five things you can see.'

I would have trouble breathing, but the sound of your voice and the warmth of your body would force me to stay with you.

'O-One, your g-glasses,' I would stutter with panic in my voice. 'T-Two, the c-carpet.'

We would go through my panic attacks together. We would face the demons of our past together, knowing that we would get something even better in return. Our relationship would be the very definition of a healthy marriage. We would love each other so much; we would care about each other enough to put our differences from the past aside to create an amazing future.

On that same Sunday, we would cook dinner together.

'Are you sure you want to do this the muggle way?' I would jokingly ask you wile grabbing the carrots. 'Magic can make this job so much easier.'

'No way,' you would say while shaking your head. 'Magic is nice and all, but I want to spend as much quality time with you as possible. I picked out a recipe that will at least take an hour to finish.'

I would blush at your words. My heart would be filled with joy and love, knowing that you choose to spend more time with me. You choose to be in my presence, which would still fill my heart with a warm feeling, even though we would be married for a couple of years this

'Do you remember when we were at the clinic?' I would ask you softly. We would not discuss our time at the clinic very often, simply because we had both chosen to leave the past in the past. Yet, sometimes we would speak about it. About what we went through with our demons and with each other.

'You do have to be a little more specific,' you would laugh softly while cleaning the eggplant and cutting it into small squares. 'What time are you referring to?'

'That time when I was taking to Lucia about a certain boy who was going to join us in the clinic?'

'I think I do. We were in the living room, right?' you would reply with a wrinkle in between your eyebrows, which told me you were looking through your memories to find the right one.

'Yes, we were. I thought your eyes were fixated on the stupid cartoon playing, but I caught you staring at me. When I did, you never looked away. It felt like you wanted me to catch you.'

'Because I did. I could feel myself being pulled towards you; I could not stop thinking about the way you made me feel. I even hung up that stupid frame when you punched a hole in the wall.'

A laugh would leave my lips while I would start cutting the tomatoes. 'Have I ever told you which lie I told the nurses and Dr Dolan?'

A mischievous smile would form itself on your lips, causing me to bite my lips. I would want to kiss you so badly. Whenever you smiled, I would be even more attracted to you, even after all those years.

'I told them a big fly bumped into the wall,' I would say, trying my best not to laugh. However, you would. Your laugh would fill the kitchen with joy and my heart with love. It must have been one of my favourite sounds in the world. On that list would be you, moaning my name as well.

'That is the lie you told them?' you would say while laughing. 'I bet no one even laughed.'

'Oh, they did not,' I would reply while shaking my head. 'At least you get my sense of humour. It was quiet embarrassing when no one else did. They just looked at me as if I were crazy.'

'Well, you kind of was,' you would say before pressing a soft kiss on my lips. 'Which is one of the reasons why I love you so incredibly much. Now hurry up with those tomatoes, our guest will be arriving in less then two hours and we still need to shower.'

We would still shower together, although it would be a lot less awkward then before. I would rub the shampoo in your hair, I would place a trail of kisses on the skin in your neck and I would make sure you felt loved. We would laugh, thinking about those awkward showers we used to have at the clinic.

'I always secretly looked,' you would confess with a blush on your cheeks. 'Do not blame me though, it was too tempting not to look. When your crush is standing right in front of you, naked, covered in water and soap. I always tried to be as careful as possible so you would not notice.'

'Oh, but I did,' I would tell you. 'Because I would secretly look as well. We were probably using the same techniques.'

'I always watched when you closed your eyes to wash your hair and face. It is a miracle I never got hard,' you would say before shaking your head in embarrassment. 'Imagine how awkward it would have been if I had gotten hard in the shower with you.'

I would slowly bring my hand up to your torso, caressing the skin on your stomach. The feeling of your bare skin against my fingertips would send a shiver through my spine. I felt so lucky, knowing that you really were mine to touch, mine to hold, mine to kiss and mine to love.

'Who knows?' I would whisper in your wet hair that smelled like our not so cheap shampoo. 'Perhaps I would have done this sooner.'

I would carefully wrap my hand around you, causing you to gasp in surprise.

'D-Draco,' you would moan while grabbing my hand. 'Do not take too long, our guests will be here in an hour and we have a lot to do.'

'Your wish is my command,' I would whisper in your ear before making sure that you got the pleasure you deserved. The pleasure only I could give you.

Our guests would arrive not much later. My mother would always come to our family dinners. Every two weeks we would go to someones house on a Sunday to eat dinner together and talk until midnight. Your family would always come too, causing our table to be quiet full.

We would never adopt children, simply because we did not trust ourselves. Our youths had both been shitty, we both never really had a father figure, making it too hard for us to take this role and make it our own. We would be fine with just the two of us.

However, Ron and Hermione would have a few children. We would babysit regularly and we would love those times. Ginny would marry someone worthy of her love, someone who would treat her with all the love and respect she deserved. They would have a few children as well.

George would sometimes come, Percy almost never came and Bill would visit every now and then with Fleur. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would always come. They would chat all night with my mum, making her feel loved and wanted in our family.

During dinner, I would only have eyes for you. Even in a room filled with people whom I loved, I would only ever look at you. You would give me a reason to wake up every morning, a reason to smile more often and a reason to look at life on the bright side again. You had given me a family who loved me for me. A family who would not care about my financial status, my social status, or my presentations at all, but a family who appreciated me for me.

That is the life I imagine for us, every time I close my eyes. It is the life I would want us to have, the life I wish we could have had. I would have done anything to make you proud of me, to make you feel loved and appreciated. I would have gone to the ends of the earth just for you.

Unfortunately, I will never know how our life could have been if you had not died that day. My guesses are based on nothing.

Even though we might have been miserable together outside the clinic, I choose not to think this. I would rather spend my entire life thinking we could have been happy together, then to realise we could have been unhappy as a couple for one-minute.

So, I choose the light, just like you taught me. I choose not to be negative, I choose to be positive. Even without you in my life, I would still try to make the most out of it.

If someone as good as you could have loved me, then I owe it to myself (and to you) to love me. If you thought I was worthy of love, appreciation, and attention, then I had to believe you. Even if it is the hardest thing to do some days.

You once told me about an aftermath of the war. It was about our battle with our own demons. After you died, I knew for sure that I was losing. Simply because I was, until I realised that you would have wanted me to be the strong one. So, I tried to be the man you would want me to be. A man worthy of your love.

I hope I succeeded. I hope you can be proud of me, but in the meantime, I will keep imagining how our life could have turned out. Until we meet again that is.