face buried into her shoulder, he’s biting back a laugh, muffling the sound against the shoulder of her dress. she tells the story, paints their love like it was written in the constellations and she looks at him like he’s not some broken, torn prodigy. with her, in this moment, there’s nothing draco couldn’t do if she were at his side. they dance, slow, his hand getting used to the feeling of a ring on her finger now. one day soon, she’s going to be his wife ------- and she’ll tell this story again and again. daphne will roll her eyes, raise her glass anyway. he presses a kiss to her shoulder, the soft skin right where her dress settles over her collar bone. a kiss to her neck, the soft curve of her jaw, ending at her cheek, he leans back just enough to catch her eye. ‘’ ------------ mon couer, you give me far too much credit. if any of us were helpless, it has been me, with you. you’re the greatest dive i ever decided to take. ‘’ he brings her hand between them, thumb rolling over her engagement ring. peppered kisses to each knuckle. ‘’ -------------- and the one i’ll continue to make every day. ‘’