drabble: draco/asteria: silent night (pg-13)
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Silent Night ; Draco/Asteria, PG-13 (438 words) -- requested by the_birdnest ( here)
"Asteria?"
The house was completely silent, which was very unusual for the Malfoy residence, especially on Christmas Eve. After Scorpius was born two years ago, the house had brightened up considerably. There was more color, less black and gray, than there had been. Asteria had even painted the baby's room a light shade of blue and the sitting room a warm shade of green. The sound of her tinkling laughter mingled with Scorpius' giggles always filled the hallways, and the clangs of pots and pans in the kitchen could be heard in his study. (Last year Asteria joined Granger in her quest to free the house elves, starting with their own. She'd been doing the cooking for a year now and Draco had to admit that she looked 'quite darling in an apron'.)
The quiet was unnerving and unfamiliar. His entire childhood had been filled with silence and he had gotten used to the past few years of sound.
"Asteria?" Draco called again, worry seeping into his voice. He couldn't help it. After the war ended and he fell in love with Asteria, he found out what it was like to care for someone so much that you worry when they're gone from the room for a moment too long.
His footsteps were loud and his voice echoed through the house when he reached the top floor. He quickened his strides and peeked his head into each of the rooms as he passed. When he reached their bedroom, he pushed the door open and found his wife sitting on the edge of the bed in a black nightgown that he bought her for her last birthday. She smiled sweetly at him and he let out a small sigh of relief.
"Why didn't you answer me when I called for you? I was... worried." Draco hesitated on the last word, but choked it out all the same. He could hardly concentrate on using complete sentences when she was sitting there in that.
"I only just got back from leaving Scorpius with your mother. She wanted him to spend the night tonight. We're going over there before he wakes up in the morning for breakfast and then presents," she replied casually as he pulled off his tie and cupped her face in his hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you."
"Mmm, it's alright" was the only response she received before he covered her mouth with his. She pulled him further onto the bed, her hands finding their way up the back of his shirt. As she rubbed her palms and fingertips over his pointed shoulder blades, Asteria whispered a breathless "Merry Christmas" against his lips.
Silent Night ; Draco/Asteria, PG-13 (438 words) -- requested by the_birdnest ( here)
"Asteria?"
The house was completely silent, which was very unusual for the Malfoy residence, especially on Christmas Eve. After Scorpius was born two years ago, the house had brightened up considerably. There was more color, less black and gray, than there had been. Asteria had even painted the baby's room a light shade of blue and the sitting room a warm shade of green. The sound of her tinkling laughter mingled with Scorpius' giggles always filled the hallways, and the clangs of pots and pans in the kitchen could be heard in his study. (Last year Asteria joined Granger in her quest to free the house elves, starting with their own. She'd been doing the cooking for a year now and Draco had to admit that she looked 'quite darling in an apron'.)
The quiet was unnerving and unfamiliar. His entire childhood had been filled with silence and he had gotten used to the past few years of sound.
"Asteria?" Draco called again, worry seeping into his voice. He couldn't help it. After the war ended and he fell in love with Asteria, he found out what it was like to care for someone so much that you worry when they're gone from the room for a moment too long.
His footsteps were loud and his voice echoed through the house when he reached the top floor. He quickened his strides and peeked his head into each of the rooms as he passed. When he reached their bedroom, he pushed the door open and found his wife sitting on the edge of the bed in a black nightgown that he bought her for her last birthday. She smiled sweetly at him and he let out a small sigh of relief.
"Why didn't you answer me when I called for you? I was... worried." Draco hesitated on the last word, but choked it out all the same. He could hardly concentrate on using complete sentences when she was sitting there in that.
"I only just got back from leaving Scorpius with your mother. She wanted him to spend the night tonight. We're going over there before he wakes up in the morning for breakfast and then presents," she replied casually as he pulled off his tie and cupped her face in his hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you."
"Mmm, it's alright" was the only response she received before he covered her mouth with his. She pulled him further onto the bed, her hands finding their way up the back of his shirt. As she rubbed her palms and fingertips over his pointed shoulder blades, Asteria whispered a breathless "Merry Christmas" against his lips.