Blocked still... but getting better.
WOW. I was able to WRITE. A one-shot, a long one-shot... but still... WOW.
Title: Draco's Happily Ever After
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger
POV: Draco Malfoy
Words: 1,898
Summary: Draco tells their story as seen through his eyes.
You took my heart and broke it. You tossed it aside like I meant nothing to you and yet here I am once again, standing in front of you in the highly immortalized and totally cliched position that millions of men have been in one way or another, asking you to take me back and believe in me again.
Is it so hard to understand that I'm as flawed as the next man? Perhaps even more depraved? I've seen things in my short life that defy reason but you'd know all about that, wouldn't you? You have always been one step ahead... and no matter what I've been through, you always seem to have a better story to tell. A tale more harrowing and death-defying that makes me want to stun you, shrink you and put you in a little bottle to wear around my neck so you never get hurt again.
I know I can't protect you forever and I know that someday I'll have to say good bye to you for good... but at this precise moment in time, couldn't you find it in your heart to just say 'yes, i'll be with you' for once?
You shake your head and roll your eyes at me like I've suggested something completely inane and beyond logic. Well aren't we both those things at this moment? We're obviously meant for each other and what kind of reasoning, apart from inane would we indulge in that would result in us staying apart? You're the yin to my yang or something to that effect. We balance each other out. What could be more logical than that?
I'm quickly losing ground as you make to leave the room and I jump to my feet to take both of your small, delicate hands in mine. Only, they're not so delicate anymore. War has hardened them, both of us, really... and I know you aren't the same girl I fell in-love with all those years ago. I tell you that and you look at me with those big brown eyes and seem relieved that I've finally figured that little piece of information out.
But I disappoint you yet again when I smile and say I love you anyway... because that's what I was put on earth to do and that's what I'll be doing till my very last breath.
I think back to that conversation after the Great Battle and I think about how you rushed into the Hall after it all ended and how you searched for my blonde head among the sea of brunettes, redheads and other blondes. You could always tell it was me though... more so due to the fact that I was surrounded by two taller, more prominent blondes.
My parents. You remember them don't you? The ones who didn't approve at first? I told you not to take it too hard. They didn't approve of me either when we first met. They thought I was going to be bigger, more aggressive. Too bad I turned out to be slender and cunning instead.
I'm getting off track.
So I proposed and you were staring at me like I had grown a second head. Or maybe a third. I couldn't decide whether or not your look had a tinge of nausea mixed into it. If it had, though... I would have probably passed it off as pre-wedding jitters. Because that's what we were having. A wedding. I don't take 'no' for an answer, sweetheart, you know this about me.
On our wedding day, I look at the crowd of people gathered and I very nearly Apparate into the bride's room to try and convince you to elope. When did our motley crew of friends (yours and mine, not yet ours my love) grow to include nearly half the Wizarding World? Did you have to invite that hag who told you your fortune for free as we passed near the entrance of Diagon Alley? Or that Auror who, in my august opinion, needs to take that eye and shove it up where the sun won't shine?
I sigh in aggravation as the music starts and the wedding party slowly makes its way down the aisle. I see your bestfriends out of the corner of my eye and turn my head to glare at them for standing in for your family. I'm sorry I hexed your father, really I am. I thought that the man standing in your living room with a rifle was going to hurt you and really, doesn't he know better than to polish a firearm when guests are expected? Still it-- the fact that the Boy Who Just Kept Coming Back and the Walking Carrot were as close to your next of kin as I was going to get for the next few years since your mother slapped that restraining order on me-- hadn't quite sunk in till that very minute, this was it.
They seemed to know my thoughts and had the audacity to wink at me. The both of them. Ugh. Wankers. But wait, the music changed and I can see the ocean of people standing up to face the back of the aisle. Or ambulatory. I'm glad i'm on a raised dais. I may be tall but looking over a veritable ocean of people is not my idea of a fun time. Not during my wedding, anyway.
The doors open and my breath catches in my throat. You had chosen to walk yourself down the aisle. Seeing as you had made your entrance into the Wizarding World alone, you felt that it was only fitting to do the same for your wedding. It didn't go over too well with your father. Particularly since the man you were marrying had hexed him before you told him he wasn't walking his only daughter, only child really, down the aisle.
You were crying as you walked toward me and I remember thinking how beautiful your tears were... because you shed them for me. I'll always remember them looking like diamonds on your already perfect skin. I also remember feeling the need to hex every male in the room plus Millicent for looking at you like you could be theirs instead. Yes, I caught that twinkle in Aberforth's eye. The stinky goat.
You finally reach my side and I hold out my hand to help you up. Is it my imagination or did you hesitate a little before finally taking my hand? It only took a second, but I noticed. I also glanced at your best friends. And they noticed it too. I could see the wheels turning in their combined brain and Weasel was about to stand back up before the Boy Who Saved People put a hand on his arm and whispered in his ear.
He grinned. Why was the Red haired menace GRINNING at my wedding? I grit my teeth and turned back to the man officiating our wedding. There would be time for interrogations later. Right now, I needed to ensure that you and I both walked out of this ceremony alive, happy and definitely bonded for life.
You are happy right?
I look down at your face and I am struck by the serenity I find there.
You're glowing, my love.
I place another hand on top of our adjoined hands and you look up at me and smile. I will never forget the way you smile. They can Obliviate me or I could develop that awful Parkinson's disease (No relation to Pansy I presume?) but I swear on all that is magical that I will NEVER forget your smile.
We are finally married and we decide (more your idea than mine) to send a Patronus to the reception regretfully informing our guests that we cannot attend. I paid a fortune to rent out that space and I can't even sample the cake? I admit. It took you all of fifteen minutes to convince me to forego that madhouse for other... more pleasurable pursuits.
Talking. I meant talking. And walking along the beach of course. We chose the Bahamas for our vacation spot. You wanted sun? I ordered a private island. Shielded and warded against all other souls. I'm not that fond of sharing.
You sat me down and as I waited for you to get whatever it was that was bothering you off your delectable chest so I could fix it-- not the wedding though, I will never help you repeal that-- I stare out at the ocean and realize that my heart is whole once again.
You fixed ME.
And while I grapple with the enormity of that realization you, My lovely and infinitely brave Gryffindor, throw me for another loop when you suddenly run toward the pretty ocean and proceed to get sick.
I remember thinking 'Thank Merlin we have a massive pool' before I sprint to your side and help hold your hair back. I didn't sign on for this exactly... but then, I was too excited to read through the marriage contract before I signed it. Maybe it was in the fine print. I'll ask you later. You know these things. You're efficient like that.
You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and grin weakly at me. I can see you want to cry and I don't want you to be sad so I kiss your forehead lightly and tell you you're more beautiful now than ever before.
I didn't lie. You do get more beautiful as time passes.
You start to cry even after I have my say and I gather you in my arms and rock you back and forth, trying to comfort you. But then you come out with the news that made me stop and stare at your perfectly coiffed head and want to cry myself.
It turns out I'll be sharing you after all... I'm sharing you now, in fact. And in approximately six months, I'll be a father as well as a husband.
You were a right bint for keeping this from me you know... but I forgive you. Because I can't deny you anything and my whole world revolves around you and our impending family.
You may have broken me but you always did believe in everything having a solution... and Thank Merlin I was able to convince you that marrying me was the best cure for every past hurt that existed between us.
There's a niggling thought in the back of my head that you had this all planned out since our first meeting when we were eleven years old. When I was too young and too stupid to know that the love of my life was standing in all her bushy-haired glory in front of me.
But then, we were always meant for each other weren't we? Even if you knew this from the start, I still had to convince you to do something about it.
And I can't complain... about anything. Not that Potty and Weaselbee are going to be permanent fixtures in our home, not that we're both going to be dead tired to do anything but sleep after 3am feedings and other baby-related problems...
I can't complain. I don't want to. Because I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, got the girl.
And in my life story, that's the beginning and the end. Happily ever after.
Title: Draco's Happily Ever After
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger
POV: Draco Malfoy
Words: 1,898
Summary: Draco tells their story as seen through his eyes.
You took my heart and broke it. You tossed it aside like I meant nothing to you and yet here I am once again, standing in front of you in the highly immortalized and totally cliched position that millions of men have been in one way or another, asking you to take me back and believe in me again.
Is it so hard to understand that I'm as flawed as the next man? Perhaps even more depraved? I've seen things in my short life that defy reason but you'd know all about that, wouldn't you? You have always been one step ahead... and no matter what I've been through, you always seem to have a better story to tell. A tale more harrowing and death-defying that makes me want to stun you, shrink you and put you in a little bottle to wear around my neck so you never get hurt again.
I know I can't protect you forever and I know that someday I'll have to say good bye to you for good... but at this precise moment in time, couldn't you find it in your heart to just say 'yes, i'll be with you' for once?
You shake your head and roll your eyes at me like I've suggested something completely inane and beyond logic. Well aren't we both those things at this moment? We're obviously meant for each other and what kind of reasoning, apart from inane would we indulge in that would result in us staying apart? You're the yin to my yang or something to that effect. We balance each other out. What could be more logical than that?
I'm quickly losing ground as you make to leave the room and I jump to my feet to take both of your small, delicate hands in mine. Only, they're not so delicate anymore. War has hardened them, both of us, really... and I know you aren't the same girl I fell in-love with all those years ago. I tell you that and you look at me with those big brown eyes and seem relieved that I've finally figured that little piece of information out.
But I disappoint you yet again when I smile and say I love you anyway... because that's what I was put on earth to do and that's what I'll be doing till my very last breath.
I think back to that conversation after the Great Battle and I think about how you rushed into the Hall after it all ended and how you searched for my blonde head among the sea of brunettes, redheads and other blondes. You could always tell it was me though... more so due to the fact that I was surrounded by two taller, more prominent blondes.
My parents. You remember them don't you? The ones who didn't approve at first? I told you not to take it too hard. They didn't approve of me either when we first met. They thought I was going to be bigger, more aggressive. Too bad I turned out to be slender and cunning instead.
I'm getting off track.
So I proposed and you were staring at me like I had grown a second head. Or maybe a third. I couldn't decide whether or not your look had a tinge of nausea mixed into it. If it had, though... I would have probably passed it off as pre-wedding jitters. Because that's what we were having. A wedding. I don't take 'no' for an answer, sweetheart, you know this about me.
On our wedding day, I look at the crowd of people gathered and I very nearly Apparate into the bride's room to try and convince you to elope. When did our motley crew of friends (yours and mine, not yet ours my love) grow to include nearly half the Wizarding World? Did you have to invite that hag who told you your fortune for free as we passed near the entrance of Diagon Alley? Or that Auror who, in my august opinion, needs to take that eye and shove it up where the sun won't shine?
I sigh in aggravation as the music starts and the wedding party slowly makes its way down the aisle. I see your bestfriends out of the corner of my eye and turn my head to glare at them for standing in for your family. I'm sorry I hexed your father, really I am. I thought that the man standing in your living room with a rifle was going to hurt you and really, doesn't he know better than to polish a firearm when guests are expected? Still it-- the fact that the Boy Who Just Kept Coming Back and the Walking Carrot were as close to your next of kin as I was going to get for the next few years since your mother slapped that restraining order on me-- hadn't quite sunk in till that very minute, this was it.
They seemed to know my thoughts and had the audacity to wink at me. The both of them. Ugh. Wankers. But wait, the music changed and I can see the ocean of people standing up to face the back of the aisle. Or ambulatory. I'm glad i'm on a raised dais. I may be tall but looking over a veritable ocean of people is not my idea of a fun time. Not during my wedding, anyway.
The doors open and my breath catches in my throat. You had chosen to walk yourself down the aisle. Seeing as you had made your entrance into the Wizarding World alone, you felt that it was only fitting to do the same for your wedding. It didn't go over too well with your father. Particularly since the man you were marrying had hexed him before you told him he wasn't walking his only daughter, only child really, down the aisle.
You were crying as you walked toward me and I remember thinking how beautiful your tears were... because you shed them for me. I'll always remember them looking like diamonds on your already perfect skin. I also remember feeling the need to hex every male in the room plus Millicent for looking at you like you could be theirs instead. Yes, I caught that twinkle in Aberforth's eye. The stinky goat.
You finally reach my side and I hold out my hand to help you up. Is it my imagination or did you hesitate a little before finally taking my hand? It only took a second, but I noticed. I also glanced at your best friends. And they noticed it too. I could see the wheels turning in their combined brain and Weasel was about to stand back up before the Boy Who Saved People put a hand on his arm and whispered in his ear.
He grinned. Why was the Red haired menace GRINNING at my wedding? I grit my teeth and turned back to the man officiating our wedding. There would be time for interrogations later. Right now, I needed to ensure that you and I both walked out of this ceremony alive, happy and definitely bonded for life.
You are happy right?
I look down at your face and I am struck by the serenity I find there.
You're glowing, my love.
I place another hand on top of our adjoined hands and you look up at me and smile. I will never forget the way you smile. They can Obliviate me or I could develop that awful Parkinson's disease (No relation to Pansy I presume?) but I swear on all that is magical that I will NEVER forget your smile.
We are finally married and we decide (more your idea than mine) to send a Patronus to the reception regretfully informing our guests that we cannot attend. I paid a fortune to rent out that space and I can't even sample the cake? I admit. It took you all of fifteen minutes to convince me to forego that madhouse for other... more pleasurable pursuits.
Talking. I meant talking. And walking along the beach of course. We chose the Bahamas for our vacation spot. You wanted sun? I ordered a private island. Shielded and warded against all other souls. I'm not that fond of sharing.
You sat me down and as I waited for you to get whatever it was that was bothering you off your delectable chest so I could fix it-- not the wedding though, I will never help you repeal that-- I stare out at the ocean and realize that my heart is whole once again.
You fixed ME.
And while I grapple with the enormity of that realization you, My lovely and infinitely brave Gryffindor, throw me for another loop when you suddenly run toward the pretty ocean and proceed to get sick.
I remember thinking 'Thank Merlin we have a massive pool' before I sprint to your side and help hold your hair back. I didn't sign on for this exactly... but then, I was too excited to read through the marriage contract before I signed it. Maybe it was in the fine print. I'll ask you later. You know these things. You're efficient like that.
You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and grin weakly at me. I can see you want to cry and I don't want you to be sad so I kiss your forehead lightly and tell you you're more beautiful now than ever before.
I didn't lie. You do get more beautiful as time passes.
You start to cry even after I have my say and I gather you in my arms and rock you back and forth, trying to comfort you. But then you come out with the news that made me stop and stare at your perfectly coiffed head and want to cry myself.
It turns out I'll be sharing you after all... I'm sharing you now, in fact. And in approximately six months, I'll be a father as well as a husband.
You were a right bint for keeping this from me you know... but I forgive you. Because I can't deny you anything and my whole world revolves around you and our impending family.
You may have broken me but you always did believe in everything having a solution... and Thank Merlin I was able to convince you that marrying me was the best cure for every past hurt that existed between us.
There's a niggling thought in the back of my head that you had this all planned out since our first meeting when we were eleven years old. When I was too young and too stupid to know that the love of my life was standing in all her bushy-haired glory in front of me.
But then, we were always meant for each other weren't we? Even if you knew this from the start, I still had to convince you to do something about it.
And I can't complain... about anything. Not that Potty and Weaselbee are going to be permanent fixtures in our home, not that we're both going to be dead tired to do anything but sleep after 3am feedings and other baby-related problems...
I can't complain. I don't want to. Because I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, got the girl.
And in my life story, that's the beginning and the end. Happily ever after.