Entry :" Fantastic "
Pairing : Aventurine | Oc! Shadow (@aventurineswife)
Information : The aftermath of two fractured souls finding solace in the storm. It rains in Penacony for the sake of theatrics... Word count is around 1.5k. Pardon any error, I'm beyond rusty. Also my first fic of Shadow, and Aventurine... Agh. Lets just get on with the story!
Tags : Mutual Pinning Mention, Slow Burn, Fluff, Romance, Intimacy, Emotional Healing, Comfort, Intimacy, Reflection, Reminiscing, French kiss, Hair tug, Mild spice.
“You’re an idiot,”
Her voice echoes in his mind, a bittersweet melody leaving an aftertaste on the tongue upon their departure. A sense of longing envelopes his body, leaving a chill in its absence. Aventurine couldn't help but wonder if they had advanced any further. Would he have had an opportunity to taste something sweeter?
And I'm thinking of you
Well, I might be higher than God (Higher than God)
Feeling strange 'bout the way we left things in the back of the car (Back of the car)
Allowing the ghost of a laugh to rumble from his throat, he'd comb a hand through his hair, drenched after his lapse in the rain. If he takes a step forward now, would she be there? He wouldn't doubt her to expect his inevitable return, Or perhaps, he's the only fool standing on his own in such unruly conditions.
The young man would pivot on his foot, turning to the direction whence he came. Oh, how her tone softened while maintaining a firm assertiveness in its wake. He cherished that woman's voice.
Far too smitten for his own good, it was frightening.
“I’ve been called worse.”
Mm, can't believe that I'm in pain
I need to disassociate
I just wanna be a good passenger
“And you’ll be called worse again if you don’t stop talking and kiss me already,” she said, her voice trembling, but her gaze steady.
Aventurine froze, the sound of rain muffled. Her words repeated once more in his mind.
"-kiss me already,"
His limbs began to thaw at the sight of her subtle smile, a smile that reached her eyes; filled with sweet intent. Unable to resist, his trembling hands cup her face desperately, pulling her into a kiss that was anything but cautious. It was messy, full of what he had hidden in the depths of his heart.
He recalled how Shadow’s fingers found their way towards the collar of his shirt, gripping the material as if anchoring herself to him. Both were caught in an ocean made of their hearts conjoined adoration.
The way his hand made its way to her hair, while the other cradled her cheek tenderly. A contrast against their heated connection between lips, a fight for dominance, where there is no loser. He once dreamed of this, quickly disciplining himself for ever allowing such ideals to creep into his mind,
What about now?
Why can't he pull away?
By now, the couple found themselves tangled in a heated session of lips and tongue, soaked by the ongoing downpour of rain.
I'm feeling fantastic, I'm fucking fantastic
I wanna get drunk and watch American classics
Drink champagne out of plastic
Don't you want someone crazy like me, babe?
I'm feeling amazing, I'm fucking amazing
I'm high as a kite, I'm sat here picturing you naked
You just have to take it
If you want someone crazy like me, babe
“Taking two steps backward, n' two steps forward in suit, they refused to let go of each other. Her hand clutched the material of his expensive shirt, pulling him in deeper than what she believed was possible.
Shadow would soon feel a hard surface beneath her figure, what felt like solid stone, somewhat slick from the rain. Leaning back against it for support, she'd feel a knee press between her legs by Aventurine to stabilize himself. Accidentally gripping her hair tighter than he had anticipated at the moment, eliciting a moan in disapproval from her throat.
Opening her eyes with a half-hearted glare, she'd end up pulling away with a flushed expression. Unable to process the way her heart fluttered. A string of saliva connecting the two of their lips remained, snapping as she jerked her head aside. The eyes find interest in their surroundings while the two of them pant like they have traversed the entire world and then some.
"...haah. Haha..."
Boyish laughter escapes the man above her, uncharacteristically soft. One so genuine it kept her lips sealed momentarily. Reminding her of the sweet boy she once knew so well... she'd murmur reminiscently, without much thought. Her consciousness weakened after their kiss.
I be thinking about you
While you're down there being a doll
It's either a curse or a blessing
Every time that you call, oh
"Ka...Kakavasha," Shadow breathes, staggered.
"Ah ah ah. Sweetheart, what did I say about using such a name..?"
Using a hand to roll her gaze back towards him, he'd lean his forehead against her own. Shadow whispers a saddened apology, or rather, she attempts to. Only for a finger to press against her lips, ultimately cutting her off. Her eyes widened at the underlying message, his intense gaze meeting her own.
"Your hair is awfully tousled, yet you remain the most stunning piece of art in this sweet dream of ours. So sickeningly alluring, I simply... can not get enough. Such high stakes... and unsurprisingly a high reward as well..."
Mm, can't believe that I'm in pain
I need to disassociate
I just wanna be a good passenger
Without much thought, Aventurine's feet lead him astray. Returning to the same location he and Shadow made out, Avgin eye's survey the area.
The handsome young man couldn't avoid his own disappointment flushing out any hope that she'd have stayed, his ears met with the distant hum of music n' cheers in the dead of night. Nothing more.
"-this woman..."
What has become of him? No longer the same man who first dedicated himself to this grand mission for Penacony. Hell to making discoveries on the Oak family, this dream had become one undeniably attractive so long as Shadow remained inside it.
Just who is he?
Who is Kakavasha?
Aventurine's thoughts struggle to move on from the name Shadow whispered so sweetly, reminding him of the taste lingering against his tongue. He'd lift a hand to his lips in response, gently brushing his swollen lips against the pad of each finger as if to relive the experience. Their tongues intertwined in a heated dance for dominance, a battle she succumbed to almost immediately.
How cute.
Each figure breathes unsteadily, exchanging oxygen like a lifeline.
“You’re my favorite gamble,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “And for once, I’m not afraid to lose.”
Shadow smiled, a small, hesitant curve of her lips that melted his heart. Her eye's noted each detail of his face, from the pink hue in his cheeks down to the hair stuck fast against his skin. He was handsome, a fact everybody knew. This position reminded her once again.
“Good,” she murmurs. “Because I’m not letting you run again.”
He chuckled, the sound soft and full of relief. “Deal.”
"Tomorrow then..? It's quite unpleasant standing in soaked clothes..." The woman's voice is timid, endearing, and genuine. Hesitant to end their moment,
Aventurine would pick up on this subtle detail.
"Haha, of course. Who would I be to pass up such a pretty lady's desire?"
I'm feeling fantastic, I'm fucking fantastic
I wanna get drunk and watch American classics
Drink champagne out of plastic
Don't you want someone crazy like me, babe? (Crazy like me)
I'm feeling amazing, I'm fucking amazing
I'm high as a kite, I'm sat here picturing you naked
You just have to take it (Take it)
If you want someone crazy like me, babe
"…Kakavasha!"
A familiar voice would ensue, startling the young man. He'd whip his head around, feeling a warmth envelope his figure, a sudden impact forcing him to step back. His arms settling on the young woman's hips,
"…Shadow? Sweetheart, what in the world are you thinking? Standing out in the rain for so long? Here I thought you were smarter than that-"
"…You've grown predictable." Shadow would quip, pressing her body against his unapologetically. Refusing to make eye contact with the man, she'd nuzzle her nose in the crevice of his neck.
A smile tugged at her lips.
"Oh, Have I now?" Aventurine questioned with a quirk in his expression, his tone filled with false security. Feeling cracks of vulnerability escape through tension. Struggling to maintain his composure,
This is so unlike him.
And I'm thinking of you
Well, I might be higher than God
So unlike Aventurine.
"...I knew the moment we said goodbye, you'd return. You... Kakavasha... you're that kind of person."
"...I'm not him, Shadow-" Aventurine retorts, his grip firm, squeezing her in an attempt to get his message through to her. The hitch in his breath told,
"Then why respond to that name?! If you are somebody else... why?" Shadow croaks in the warmth of his neck, her body quivering helplessly. Unable to contain her frustration,
"Shadow...-" Aventurine attempts to reinforce his argument, only for the young lady to lift her head and pull him to eye level with her. Staring at him with a fire he hadn't experienced in a long time,
"No. You talk far too much... your showing up was all the confirmation I needed. Kiss me, Kakavasha."
Information : Aventurine's refusal to allow Shadow any control over her own wallet is apparent. Seeking out a specific brand of glove for a dear friend, Aventurine offers to be her guide. Unbeknownst to her, it would become somewhat of a date for the pair.
A/N: I worked on this longer than expected, and am still not quite satisfied with the result. However, I wish to shed some light and express my gratitude towards you. Despite the chaos, I hope you enjoy.
Whether you choose to window-shop, or waltz towards an article of clothing that tickles your fancy, you're a subject left in the hands of the general public. Your eyes drift for a second too long towards their product; and you'll have somebody invite you in, warm smiles used to hold rapport.
"Jewelry, wristwatches, handbags, and haute couture… You can find the most high-end and opulent merchandise in Penacony here!"
You'll face salesmen and their attempts to manipulate you, coarse you into purchasing something you know you don't need; far out of your budget. Populated streets make it a competition between rivaling stores to pick up more possible customers,
"▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇!"
"▇▇▇▇▇▇▇!"
The best you can do is drown it out, or choose against this and ultimately lose yourself in the industry's tactics to lure you in. Ever heard the phrase "More fish in the sea"? Well, this is not a phrase used for romance alone, oh no. You're undoubtedly the fish within these bustling streets, as each store extends their reach to hook you in.
Some, however, know how to play around their theatrics' like an expert.
"Penacony appears never to dwindle, that is for certain."
Voice written in velvet, a young woman combs a hand through her hair with an exasperated sigh. Brunette strands side-swept temporarily, only to begin falling back in place. Reluctantly tearing her eyes away from a window with the glamorous assortment of garments, she is met with a familiar face.
"...Aventurine?" Her ocean eyes would narrow, soaking in his appearance. Lips parting to speak once more, "-I thought you mentioned some form of important business left you with little free time? Have I remembered incorrectly?"
Aventurine, a member of the Interastral Peace Corporation; IPC for short. His title holds weight like no other, especially after the events he played a hand in towards the present of Penacony. A member of the Ten Stonehearts. A handsome face renowned for his luck, willing to bet everything on a mere chip.
"Ah yes, I did say something along those lines." He'd hum in agreement, eyes reading hers before pulling himself back up to his usual stature, no longer level with the lady. "-So, Shadow. What brings a woman such as yourself to these streets? Has the express chosen a new destination? Found trouble within this dreamscape once again?"
"Pssh. Nothing of that sort," Shadow would roll her eyes, playfully swatting the air as if to reprimand him. His eyes focus solely on her, taking note of the wallet grasped in her hand. Pressing it inside a purse she'd thrown over her shoulder casually. "We came at someone's request-"
"-Shadow!!" A chipper voice would suddenly shout, drawing the attention of both Aventurine and Shadow. Coming into view would be a pair of women, one with a bright expression and pink hair, while the other wore a color palette resembling the rising sun. Expression is only described as exhaustion, tension written in the way she is dragged along by their friend. An arm outstretched, stumbling over her own feet which drag on the ground. "-Aventurine? Are you both..?"
The energetic lady would let go of her companion's hand and lift the same limb dramatically to her brow as if scouting the couple closely. Unsure whether she has interrupted something or not.
"My oh my, is the entire crew here? Long time no see, Friends!" Aventurine would speak, his gaze deciphering what may be the reason for their return to Penacony. "-Stella, you've certainly seen better days... I take it March convinced you to tag along?"
Strelitzia, a fellow member of the Astral Express crew. Little was known of her or her species, besides her vague similarities to the Halovians. A pair of small, fascinating wings would twitch on top of her head, lifting her gaze towards Aventurine, only for him to receive an intense stare. One filled with emotion, far too much depth to decipher in a single glance. Her eyes resemble his own in color, falling narrow, void of any sort of light despite their surroundings.
"-Stella found interest in a conversation you had over text with the Trailblazer." A voice chimed in, his head turning towards Shadow who stood tall by his side. He'd notice her eyes stuck on the lady they were casting the spotlight on. "Which led to our return. There was mention of..?-"
"...' Night Diamond'" Stella whispers, crossing her arms in discomfort. Her wings are unable to remain still, fluttering up and down impatiently, casting a shadow on her face with each subtle movement. "...Gloves."
Aventurine's lips would tug into a smug smile, pulling out his phone to scroll through his messages. Finding the exact text Strelitzia would've been interested in, "This?" The man hands the phone to Strelitzia. Her hands cautiously took the mobile device from his grasp, unfamiliar with such a luxurious casing. Looking towards Shadow who wore a warm expression, encouraging her to speak further with Aventurine.
'Take, for another example, these "Night Diamond" series gloves, the last masterpiece by the deceased design master Van Jagh. They're handcrafted and limited to ninety pairs galaxy-wide, perfect for parties and special occasions.'
"...Yeah." Strelitzia would hand the phone back towards Aventurine, pointing towards the exact message in reference. Reeling back as their hands brush against each other. Keeping to herself once again, responding to him with small glances rather than making use of her voice.
Shadow feels a free arm snake around her waist out of the blue, pulling her close to Aventurine's side, leaving little proximity between the two. Wishing to include her, and gain somebody else's insight, the gambler began turning his phone towards her, allowing a clear view of the texts. Gaining the attention of both March and Strelitzia with his hands-on approach with Shadow, keeping their lips shut.
…Until March noticed him lean his head against Shadow, their blonde and brunette hair tangled together.
"-Are you two a thing?" March would blurt, shocked by her revelation. Tilting her head in curiosity, she'd murmur for Strelitzia to hear. "...Did you know of this and not tell me?"
Strelitzia shakes her head with a pair of furrowed brows, confused by such an accusation. Unable to speak, she'd felt March take hold of her hand once more, grinning widely. "Well, I think these two need time on their own. We'll find those gloves on our own, kay? Catch you both later!"
Unable to argue, Strelitzia's wings would lay flat on her head like a saddened puppy. Turning to watch Aventurine and Shadow as she reluctantly retreats with March, disappointed their interaction with Shadow ended so abruptly.
"Well, anyway..." A sultry voice cuts through the silence between him and Shadow, Aventurine's arm loosening around the woman's waist as some passersby look at their public display of affection. "...where were we? aah, right." He'd confirm something within himself, admiring the casual appearance Shadow wore during her time out.
Can't lie to you, baby
Wanna feel your body close
You say that you hate me
But tell me shit nobody knows
"Do we genuinely look like that in their eyes?" Shadow spoke out loud, left in shock at the idea of her friend implying such an idea. Shifting outside of Aventurine's hold, and stepping back for room to breathe.
Truthfully, Shadow knew she had been pinning for Aventurine long before March brought up such an accusation. Choosing to ignore it due to their past circumstance... but such proximity made it hard to avoid. Thoughts drifting to the idea of his feelings.
What could she possibly make of his poker face? The emotions he shields from the naked eye?
Led on for years, creating a distance, only to be in his embrace once again.
She felt her heartache, the longer her heart wished to peruse him through reconciliation.
"How about this, mh? Allow me to be your companion tonight—won't you, Shadow? I know all the best locations. Anything you seek, ask, and you shall receive~" Not minding March's behavior, he decides to lean into it. Moving on from the subject immediately, brushing over Shadow's question, leaving room for her to dwell on whether it was intentional or not.
He remains open-ended. A man left up to interpretation.
"You and I both know I can't afford any store you suggest-" Shadow clicks her tongue, arms crossed disapprovingly, finding his proposition blastomas. Hearing Aventurine release a hearty laugh.
"Ah ah ah, humor me, won't you? Plus, as I said, Tab's on me-"
"-You never said that"
Shadow's gaze would narrow, reading into his every breath. Softening as his eyes met hers, losing what little resolve she had inside. She'd turn her head aside, neither accepting him outright nor rejecting the proposal.
"Now I have," Aventurine smiles, one fueled by his irresistible charm—but she knew better. That smile never reached his eyes.
He'd lift her head with a single finger beneath her chin, guiding her to look at him once again without a motion of his own, giving her that freedom to refuse or turn. "Tab's on me, I insist." Her walls crumble.
"Right, right. Lead the way, Handsome."
"Handsome?"
He’d let out a weary exhale, not realizing it was held for an extended period, attempting to brush this interaction off.
A single word from her.
Tension unearthed from his heart, struggling to accept such praise from somebody genuine. Lips thinning, he'd force an uncomfortable smile. Coward, he thought.
"C'mon, the sooner we find those gloves the better. For Stella's sake."
Right, for their friend's sake.
He was foolish to believe this could be a moment in time—shared for just the two of them. Lowering his hand in defeat, he'd be caught off guard when Shadow takes the lead by capturing his hand before it falls, turning to walk forward with him in her wake. Fingers intertwining.
The sound of music, idle chatter, and cheers cease to exist. His heart beat uncontrollably with each step.
“…”
Aventurine’s smile fell, far too exhausted to continue once she'd turned away from him, preoccupied with her thoughts.
Pathetic.
His expression morphed solemn, holding himself together barely. Thankfully she was unaware of his turmoil, or, refused to acknowledge it. He felt utterly pathetic, his tongue tied—Left to admire her from behind, out of sight. Just how it should’ve always been.
How could he possibly deserve her? How could he protect her in this chaotic realm? Perhaps, in another life...
Shadow's hand tightens, lending him a warm squeeze in silence. His hands trembling the entire walk, clutching onto her in their brief time alone. Appreciating her willingness to play as his anchor.
They've been here before.
Yeah, you're beautiful, don't have to try
Darlin', you look divine
"You'd look beautiful in this, though, ...beautiful may be an understatement." Aventurine unhooked a revealing dress from its rack, whistling and holding it in front of him. Envisioning Shadow fits snuggly in it's fabric. "-Shadow?"
"We're here for Stella." Shadow reminds Aventurine adamantly, the warm lighting of the store complimenting her body deliciously. She couldn't help but fidget, shifting weight from one leg to the other anxiously, aware of how Aventurine seemed to devour her in a single glance.
"Come now, you couldn't possibly be this against treating yourself."
"I'm not-" Shadow attempts to argue, listening to Aventurine as he raises a brow at her futile retorts. Making it clear who's in control of their predicament,
"Well, then try this on for me." His expression was written smugly, already aware of who would come out the victor. "-Shouldn't be an issue if you aren't against a little treat for the both of us?"
"What? That's not what I said-" Shadow grows frustrated, a dust of pink adorning her cheeks as her inevitable defeat approaches. Wishing to clean that smirk off the blond's face.
"Please?" Aventurine silences her, kneeling in front of her, holding the dress in his hands neatly. Lifting it towards her as a servant would for their queen, "Wouldn't you be so generous as to allow me first class witness of your absolute divinity." He winks.
"...Kakavasha! People are watching-!" Shadow's thoughts race, feeling the eyes of those around them bore into their figures. His theatrics garnered unwanted attention. Growing embarrassed, she lost her composure, voice escaping her; referring him to be somebody he was no longer before she could restrain herself.
"Let them." He shrugged nonchalantly, anticipating her response to his request. The eye's not once wavering, not once straying from his desire.
If his old identity escaping her lips bothered him, he didn't show any sign of it.
"You're insufferable," Shadow murmured, accepting her defeat as she took the dress from his hands. Holding it against her chest, the satin seamlessly drapes over her arm. Its material is cool to the touch.
"I know." Aventurine smiles, taking her criticism without complaint. Leading her to feel regret, she readied herself to apologize, only to leave it alone at the sight of him. He seemed content.
And so, she made her way to the changing room. Felt his eyes trained on her the entire way.
Shadow slides the curtain in a swift motion, exposing herself and the changing room's interior, the sound of a whistle immediately meeting her ears.
"Well, If it isn't the most attractive woman in the entirety of Penacony," he'd wear a shit-eating grin. Approaching her with his usual strut, his hands slipped into her own, "I'd bet my last chip on that, sweet beacon of light." The man whispers against her ear, guiding her towards the closest mirror.
Shadow couldn't help but clench the fabric of her dress, eyes averted in an attempt to glimpse at the man behind her. Felt a hand trail from her hip, up her torso, and towards her cheek; careful to avoid anywhere she might be uncomfortable with him grazing. Guiding her to face the mirror,
"I'd argue you're the most attractive, not I." Shadow smiled tenderly, too busy looking at his reflection to admire her dress. Losing herself in his presence.
"Haha, say that once you quit ogling over me and focus those pretty eyes on yourself." He'd nudge her to look towards the mirror, nodding his head with that same confident grin. "-stunning."
His voice held a tinge of warmth, his breath brushing against the shell of her ear. Causing the woman to blush faintly, listening to his every word, not noticing the smile of her own until he playfully reached to squish her cheeks.
"Aventurine."
"Yes?"
Then followed silence, her eyes admiring the view of them in the mirror. He looked... happy. Whether it was an illusion or not, she wished to stay here permanently.
Aventurine's expression is confident, while hers is relaxed. One hand of his is enough to cup beneath her chin, pressing her cheeks together between her finger and thumb. Leaving her with a kissy face; her brows furrowed. This seems to further entertain him.
Aventurine's free hand caressed her hip, exposed by the dress's open window teasing beneath the material, skin hidden from sight. The dress itself is quite snug, complimenting the young woman's figure. A simple appeal, raven colors with a few feather-like designs on the very bottom of the mermaid flounced dress.
"What are we?"
Shadow's voice escaped her, sounding significantly more vulnerable than she anticipated.
You tell me your secrets
You keep your life between your lips
You know you're my weakness
Tell stories with your fingertips
"What are we not?" He chuckled dismissively, unbefitting of his true character.
Aventurine wouldn't lend her a direct answer, again. What did she expect? She could sense his hesitant nature, always playing so cautious with her... her heart ached in uncertainty.
"Give me an answer, Aventurine." Her eyes narrow, refusing to play along with this game of his any further. She needs an answer. Enough hints, enough of whatever role they play in this game.
"I'm uncertain," His words came without deceit, his hands making their way to both settle on her hips, a cheek pressed against the top of her head. Hiding his expression. "I... need time to understand what the answer you deserve is."
"Aventurine, I don't want the answer you believe I want. I need your honesty-"
"-I don't know, Shadow. I don't understand what we are; I don't know." His grip tightens, almost enough to bruise. She wasn't phased, growing further concerned.
Shadow hesitates to push him any further, choosing to combat her inner turmoil in silence. She knew Aventurine better than anyone, or she believed she did, and trusted his word. Lifting an arm, Aventurine felt her fingers scratch at his scalp, soothing his weary soul.
"I don't know." He'd murmur again, feeling his composure slip away.
"Shh... It's okay." Shadow whispers, warm and comforting. "We'll be okay."
She'd recognize her own saddened smile in the mirror, observing Aventurine's stillness in quiet acceptance. Satisfied that he hasn't pulled away from her touch. Fingers tangled in his luxurious hair.
Aventurine wouldn't speak, his hands loosening to caress her skin tenderly, grounding himself. His every intention is to remind her that she's more the a shadow. She's a beacon of light in his life.
No matter how stunning she may be, in her eyes, nothing is equal to his natural appeal. Admiring him so long as he allows. The scent of his cologne rubbed off on her, her eyes shut, and the world around them drowned out.
Yeah, you're beautiful, don't have to try
Darlin', you look divine
"Are you sure? This is far too expensive," Shadow said, uncertain, her brows furrowed. Staring at the dress slung over an arm, "there's no guarantee I'll wear it often..."
"Trust me, this hardly leaves a scratch on my account. Allow me to treat you tonight." Aventurine laughs, leaving Shadow no room to argue further; his hand encasing hers while they walk. "Plus, it was basically made for you, wouldn't you agree?"
They've been seeking the "Night Diamond" series gloves for longer than expected, her mind undergoing suspicion. Shadow felt as though Aventurine had been playing dumb throughout their time together. Refusing to call him out, she found herself enjoying his attempts to lengthen their time together.
Aventurine takes notice of Shadow's eyes as searches relentlessly, lingering on a dress similar to the one already draped over her arm, however, it matches his signature aesthetic rather than her own... quick to avert her gaze.
"Aren't those the gloves?" Shadow lifts their hands to point towards the lone gloves behind glass, left safely in their showcase.
"Good eye, as expected of my most trusted partner." Aventurine never missed the opportunity to praise her over the most simple of feats. Smiling warmly, one significantly more genuine than his play on confidence earlier. Whether he was aware or not, she was left unaware.
Aventurine hesitantly lets go of Shadow's hand, "Stay here, I'll handle this. If you spot anything else during my absence, well... I wouldn't mind adding it to my card" He'd wink, making his way towards an employee, leaving Shadow behind momentarily.
She'd smile fondly, watching how he conversed with the employee. His charming grin was infectious, watching his gaze before she'd avert her gaze and act nonchalant.
Just as requested, she allows him to take over. Making her way towards a golden hairpiece, from it hung an untied, yellow ribbon. Reminding her of Stella, she'd feel the material slip between her fingers,
"You want this as well?" Aventurine's voice suddenly met her in a hot whisper, breath trickling down from her ear; causing her hair to rise on the back of her neck. "I never saw you as the type to wear such a bright color, y'know, given you claim to be a shadow and all." He'd tease, feeling her press a hand clasp against his mouth and ultimately silence him; a single brow raised in question while she felt his grin against her palm.
The man's eyes glint with intent, left unnoticed by Shadow.
"It's for Stella," She'd respond, looking towards him. "-if you insist on buying me the dress, and her gloves, I... would like to buy something for her myself." Shadow's gaze soon returned to the ribbon, her eyes refused to escape the hair accessory afterward, that was until she'd recoil, pulling her hand away from his face at the feeling of his tongue against her palm.
"I- I don't even know what to say to you." She'd stare at him dumbfoundedly, her nose scrunched in disgust while rubbing the saliva from her palm to the unfortunate fabric of her clothes.
He'd merely shrug with a proud smirk, eyes sharing an unrelenting glimmer; he'd spare her momentarily. He found a moment of pleasure in her disgust, wishing to rile her up further.
"You're so....-weird," Shadow stated quietly, arms crossed, she gripped the accessory between her fingers, listening to the beat of her heart in both ears. "Let's... pay for this all and meet with the others. I wish not to leave Stella waiting longer than necessary."
Aventurine's eyes glimmered like never before, whether it was the lighting in the store or the joy of the moment. She... couldn't erase the image of his gaze from her mind. Taking a peek at him, she notices it gone once more, frowning quietly. Their dynamic is still painted blue.
"Aventurine! Shadow!" A loud voice breaks through the crowd's endless chatter outside the store, "Over here!!"
Many turn their heads, looking towards the young lady who laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of her head. Embarrassed at the unintentional attention she attracted. As Aventurine and Shadow reunite with March, they look around… noticing something strange.
"Where is Stella?" Shadow is the first to ask, concerned about her whereabouts.
"Don't tell me," He paused, "-you lost poor Stella in the crowd? Poor girl…" Aventurine lifts a hand to his cheek, heightening his theatrics. Receiving a pout in return by March, and a playful glare from Shadow.
"What?! Of course not!" March defends herself, "She saw Mr. Yang and ran off without a word, she doesn't usually handle these crowds well… but something tells me-"
"Sunday came with him?" Shadow adds, a knowing expression visible on her face.
"Bingo! Or… that's my guess at least. Ehe…" March giggles once again, not minding Strelitzia's sudden urgency to flee. Perhaps Strelitzia merely took up the opportunity to escape March's excitement while she had the chance. Shadow knew better.
"To think he'd show face in his unfinished symphony…" Aventurine hums to himself, wearing his signature grin. "Perhaps this is where we part ways, mh? Shadow?"
Would her answer matter? If she asked for him to stay, would he?
"Yeah." She'd take a deep breath, remaining composed. "We've got all we came for if not more…" Shadow thinks, "-I feel I haven't thanked you enough for this."
She'd lift the bag of luxury merchandise, peeking inside the bag that felt expensive on its own. She barely could afford that hairpiece for Stella, but, managed nonetheless. Would she regret it? Of course not.
I swear friends don't get this close
Pull you in exchanging souls
Trace my skin, losing control
"Pssh." Aventurine waved a hand, watching how March pivots on her foot, in search of any sign of their companions. Taking this as an opening, he'd step closer towards Shadow, "I have an idea as to how you could… repay me; if you're interested that is."
Shadow raised a brow, suspicious of his intentions that are left unclear. In response, Aventurine lightly tapped his cheek with his index and middle finger, face turned at an angle that still allowed his eyes to bore into her own. Expecting something, he'd allow Shadow to interpret this however she wishes.
"What?" Shadow inquired, her heart twinged between his clever fingertips. Left unsure whether she had missed any subtle cue on what he may desire.
After what felt like an eternity, Aventurine's laugh meets her unresponsive behavior, truly shaken by the idea of his implication.
"Well, you better catch up with March before she gets lost as well." Aventurine felt hesitant to leave, however, knew it was best for the both of them they separated once again. HIs chuckle unsettling, for her; knowing that it's full of falsehood.
"Wait." Shadow spoke up, refusing to accept his attempt to leave. No, it was far too soon.
"Miss me already?" Aventurine turned towards her, his breath escaping him as Shadow reached for his face suddenly. Hands clasping each cheek, she'd lean towards him, her body pressed against his chest. The bag of goods left at their feet.
"This is what you wanted isn't it..?" Shadow's voice lowers significantly, eyes peering into his with underlining resilience.
"Haha… not quite," Aventurine responds weakly, knowing full well it's close to what he previously bargained for.
"Then if I said I wanted this, would you reject my proposal?" Shadow asks, her breath leaving a warm tingle against his skin.
"…Shadow," Aventurine says, her eye's a window to the soul. He was afraid.
"Answer the question, for Aeon's sake." Shadow grew frustrated,
Before the silence could break, he'd inch close towards her. Not minding the uninvited eyes, his arms wrap around her waist, lips crashing into her own with fervor. Desperate, both members take the waltz together after an entire day of tension.
Shadow's hand grasped the window of his shirt, clutching it for support while leaning in for another. "You're more attractive with your lips sealed." In quiet acceptance, he'd lean into it once again, smiling tenderly. To hell with it all, if this is what she desires, who is he to neglect her further?
Once this cycle meets an end, Shadow leans down to pick up her bag of contents. Meanwhile, Aventurine adjusts his clothes, smoothing them out as if nothing had happened. Taking care of each stay's hair, he'd treat her much the same.
"C'mon Doll, can't have you returning to your friends looking like this," Aventurine admits, admiring her tousled demeanor.
Shadow argues, "And who is responsible for my appearance?"
"You're more attractive with your lips sealed." Aventurine grins cheekily, pressing a finger against her lips momentarily.
Pulling away in due time, they'd bid their farewells.
Both she and he are left with more questions than answers, and neither would have it any other way. For once, content with a goodbye, knowing it won't be their last.
Here’s a little thing about Harmione, when they were on run and came back from Godric’s Hollow. It was great pleasure to write this! 🎉
If you’re gonna like it, I’m going to write another part really soon 💖💖💖
They are in the middle of nowhere.
Literally, nowhere.
Forest of Dean was the first thing that crossed Hermione’s mind but living there, even if the matter was temporary, required resources and they hadn’t got any, if she was being completely frank with herself. Harry is in so catastrophic condition that she cannot put herself together properly. It was sheer luck that they’d escaped Voldemort, even though it seemed that they should die right there, in Godric’s Hollow.
Now he’s lying there, barely breathing, and she cannot stop panicking. She has no supplies at all – no food, no medications, she can’t even start the fire because it would be too dangerous, at least for now. One thing she could do was to melt the snow so Harry (and also Hermione) could have a drink. However, he didn’t drink too much before he passed out. Hermione was pleased that they both survived and extremely worried about Harry’s condition. He was breathing heavily, unconscious and hurt – his arm was burned in several places, his face dirty and scratched, just as was his hand.
Hermione sat on the folding bed and tried not to cry. She was so helpless and practically, on the verge of breakdown. They are in fucking shithole, without food, left completely alone, and right now powerless. She had no idea if Harry wasn’t badly injured, maybe he needs professional help and right now the only thing she can offer him is a cup of water. Hermione tried to get herself together. Maybe the situation isn’t exactly favourable for them but she is Hermione Granger and she won't let Harry get hurt any more, let alone die when she takes the guard.
She broke off her bed and for the next few minutes searched her purse for anything that could help her dress Harry's wounds. Finally, she found something like a first-aid kit and a few potions to help her with cleansing the wounds. She got down to work right away, not yet realizing that there was so much of it. She cleaned the wounds with the greatest care, sewed two of them, and then secured everything with dressings or bandages. She knew, however, that the deepest wounds were those not visible to the naked eye. She was afraid of what would happen when Harry woke up and found out that his wand was no longer suitable for anything.
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Harry woke up the next afternoon. Hermione managed to light a fire and cook the soup from herbs she found in the bag. It may not have been the best meal, but it was certainly better than nothing at all. She was sitting outside by the fire when Harry came out of the tent. He wasn't going to scare her but she shivered anyway when she saw him – he had no idea if the reason was the cold or him.
“I’m glad you’re awake. How are you feeling?” she asked, and he could tell that she was horribly warried.
“I’m alright, ‘Mione. Thank you.”
“For what? I didn’t do anything.”
She looked miserable and tired. Harry wondered, if she slept at all.
“You took care of me. I don’t remember much but I know you did your best. I’m not in the best condition, but thanks to you I could get up fairly easy.
She smiled a little, and that made him feel better too. There was something about her smile, so familiar and warm... If someone had ever asked him what home is to him, he could have said without hesitation that when Hermione smiles, he feels at home. However, her smile quickly disappeared and again he saw only the anxiety on her face.
“What are you so worried about?”
Hermione smiled sadly and pulled out his broken wand from under the blanket she was sitting on.
“I’m so sorry, Harry. I tried to get us out of there and probably the spell has bounced off something and... I'm sorry, I don't know how to fix it.”
Harry just sighed and slowly sat down next to her. He looked at the wand, put it down and then smiled.
"You're amazing. If it wasn't for you, Voldemort would probably have gotten us a long time ago."
She blushed on his words, and he grabbed her hand.
"Come on, it's just... "
"And you made dinner out of nothing. I have no idea how I would have managed without you," he said, not letting her finish, which made her cheeks even more red.
“Oh, stop it, Harry. I was doing everything what I could to keep you alive.”
“And you did a great job. So thank you” he said, and after that, they’d gone silent for a few minutes.
At the time Harry was thinking about Ron, probably for the thousandth time since he left. He still hasn't found the answer to the question of whether it was Horcrux who changed Ron so much or whether it was his conscious decision. He missed his friend, but also cursed him in his thoughts. Hermione was in terrible shape when he left them. Harry couldn't understand how at such crucial moments Ron could only think of himself. Hermione was very important to Harry, he valued and respected her, and tried to understand it all, but every day he became more reluctant to Ron because of what he did to Hermione.
"I can't understand..." he started out loud before he could stop.
"Hm?" she asked Hermione, looking straight at Harry.
Harry was silent for a few more moments.
"Forgive me for what I say, but..."
She raised her eyebrow curiously.
"Yes, Harry?"
"He doesn't deserve you," he admitted honestly, knowing she'd probably yell at him right away.
But she only looked at him sadly and squeezed his hand a little tighter.
"I'm starting to think so too," she whispered, still with sadness in her voice.
Harry hugged her and they sat like this for a while. He wanted to comfort her, whatever he could do to make her feel better. But he didn't say the second part of his thought aloud. He didn't even know how to put it in words.
Some headcanons about Narcissa being Harry's mother-in-law
She loves to show him any of the photos that she made when Draco was a little boy.
And Harry being absolutely fascinated by his husband who looked so innocent and pure as a child.
Of course, Draco is entirely embarrassed and pretends to hate these particular exhibition evenings.
'Mother, please...'
Harry, who cannot wait to see the next album together, in which Draco sleeps in the crib, plays with plush animals or runs without a diaper in the garden.
'No! Not this one!'
And the rest of the photos where Draco is plainly cheerful and carefree boy.
Draco advises Narcissa about the best gift for Harry's birthday or for Christmas.
And Harry being so astonished when during the dinner he not only gets a wonderful cake but also a minor package from his mother-in-law.
'I thought you would love it' she says blushing a little and gives him a small kiss on the cheek. 'Happy birthday, baby boy.'
When it turns out that he got from her signet with the Malfoy coat of arms, he's immediately in tears.
Of course, he has the wedding ring, but this is different. This means he belongs to the family.
Harry hugs her tight too moved to say a word.
Harry doesn't want to live at Grimmauld Place so until they find something suitable, meeting the criteria of both, Draco and Harry live in The Manor.
Narcissa being emotional about it and cries, when they have to move out. She loved to have Harry and Draco nearby.
And then it turns out that Harry bought huge property not far away from Malfoy's Manor only to be in frequent contact with his mother-in-law.
Narcissa cries again, but with joy.
Harry who goes shopping with Narcissa and carries all purchases, even if he bearly handles.
At their wedding, Narcissa orating the most beautiful speech about how the two souls eventually merge into one and how glad she is to have a second son in the family.
And it made Harry almost choke on tears.
He loves to send her flowers and always remembers about Women's Day, her birthday and the day when she saved him from being captured by Voldemort.
Once they went to her for afternoon tea. She prepared everything in the garden and when they were all seated Harry started a very important conversation.
'I received a letter recently. From McGonagall. She offers me Defense Against the Dark Arts position at Hogwarts.'
And Draco looks as surprised as his mother.
'Why didn't you tell me?' he asks calmly, but with a little reproach.
'I wanted to discuss it together' says Harry.
'And would you like to be a teacher, sweetheart?' Narcissa asks mildly.
'Of course I do. It would be fabulous' he claims.
'Well then, I think it's fixed already' says Draco with a little smirk on his face.
But Harry waits for Narcissa's opinion. Her judgment is as important to him as his husband's judgment.
'You know what I think, Harry. I want you both to be happy, nothing more.'
'And that won't bother you, that your son-in-law is a teacher, mom?'
Draco and Narcissa are speechless.
'What did you just said?' she whispers and it's bearly audible. Harry doesn't know what's going on.
'I-I...' he didn't finish, because she already had him in her arms.
In Draco Malfoy’s belief the infamous Ministry Yule Ball was the most resented event of all times. He knew that he shouldn’t think that way because, well, he was all alone for Christmas. His parents were gone for good, he had no decent wife and all of his friends spent their Christmas with their own families. Damn, most of them had children and he, Draco Malfoy, had only this pompous and utterly stupid Ball at the Ministry.
No children, no wife, no so-called close family, and he had no choice than to spend this magic evening in the Ministry. Just as the other evenings in the year because Draco became a workaholic.
Although, Draco had to admit that this year was going to be a little different than previous Christmas. He was lying when he thought that he was all alone. He had Harry this Christmas, no matter how weird that sounded. He was fucking in love with Headauror Potter and they were together almost a year now.
Sure, Harry had to deal with his ex-wife Weaselette and he had three children but that meant Draco had a family. At first, it was hard for everyone to believe that a former Deatheater and Golden Boy could get along well with each other, not to mention any amicable relation. To all sudden surprise, they both fell in love pretty hard with the other one and raised Harry’s children together.
Weaselette wasn’t truly happy that her ex-husband turned out to be bisexual but it wasn’t the biggest deal. It was him, Draco Malfoy, of all people, and she had no peace with that. She tolerated him. Not that she had a big choice, though. After all, Harry believed and supported the bright side of his boyfriend.
Draco was always completely surprised when it came to Harry’s opinion of him. It seemed that Harry knew a few things more than Draco did. Harry understood more as it all was so simple. He let Draco take care of his children; it wasn’t a big thing for him.
After all, Draco could honestly tell that he gained a new family. Really crazy, not perfect but loving him to death. And it was no more ‘Harry’s children’ phrase because Draco felt like their father too. They were his children just as they were Harry’s and Ginny’s. Harry always told him that the three of them just adore Draco and Malfoy had no fucking clue how it all happened.
But it did happen and Draco was so grateful because he finally felt loved. Truly loved. Not for who he was expected to be but simply for who he was.
Anyway, he hated Yule Ball more than ever this year. They attended with Harry quite early and now, after almost three hours of insufferable little talks and uncounted stupid celebrations like Wizarding Santa for adults, Draco had had enough.
He was bored to death and pissed off but, above all, he was jealous. Yes! Handsome and smooth Cormac McLaggen was talking to Harry in this special way, like he wanted to seduce him. Fucking McLaggen. Draco pretended like he didn’t care but that was a lie. He cared, cared so much that it was hard to watch all this scene.
Draco knew that Harry was only being polite to the git but he couldn’t handle it anymore. He drank his whisky and went to wide balcony for fresh air. It was snowy and freezing, and he only had his fancy robes, but he didn’t care.
“I was looking for you” Draco heard very well-known voice behind him. Although, he wasn’t going to look at Harry.
“Oh, really? And I thought you were busy with McLaggen” he snapped.
Draco didn’t want to sound bitter but he did. He wanted to be angry but he couldn’t, not at day like this, so only jealousy was left to him.
He heard when Harry came closer. He was standing next to him and leaned on a railing, just like Draco did.
“Are you angry with me, love?” Harry asked him gently.
Draco tried not to demonstrate his mood so he remained silent. Harry sighed heavily.
“Okay, you don’t need to say anything. But, seriously Draco, you are jealous of McLaggen?”
Draco never planned to be so sensitive at this topic.
“I AM NOT JELAOUS!” he burst angrily. “I just can’t stand him! Harry, can’t you see this? He’s at your side at every event. Nobody is talking to you, only him, because Cormac Fucking McLaggen is sucking up to you since forever! And yes, I’m angry with you and with him, and with the fucking world because we have to be here instead of being with our children at home! You never asked me if I want to be here. And now he is hitting on you all evening and you seem so happy with it!”
Harry was truly shocked and Draco saw it perfectly on his face. After a few moments of silence Harry decided to speak.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware of how is it taking a hold of you. It wasn’t my intention to make you angry or sad, love.”
Draco only hissed something incoherently. Harry hugged him.
“Don’t be a git, Draco. You know I want to be with kids just as you do. We are adults and there is no escape from work responsibilities.“
Draco was well aware of that but he remained jealous anyway. They cuddled and after a while, Harry took a step back.
“Okay. We can go home now, if you want.”
“Of course I want to go home” Draco said, already without being sarcastic.
When they were heading to Harry’s private Floo, both of them were in better moods.
Harry laughed when they entered his office.
“What?"
"You were seriously jealous of McLaggen. I can’t believe it.”
“Oh, sod off, Potter” Draco murmured, a bit irritated.
Harry laughed again.
“I love you too.”
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Hello, babies!
I know it’s a bit late but I was really busy with school and Christmas in general. Anyway, I hope you like this little drabble!
I will complete the other ones for Followers Celebration after Christmas I think.
This one turned out very christmassy. It’s not so long, almost 1k words, and I hope it was a pleasure to read.
Thank you for the ask!
I have to tell you that after these two weeks I’m almost 660 followers and I have to say huge THANK YOU! It means to me so much.
I wish you, all my lovely followers, Merry and Happy Christmas, full of love and laugh. You all deserve peace and joy! I wish you lovely presents under the Christmas Tree and remarkable time with your family and friends at this festive and truly magic time.
Imagine that Sirius Black didn't die in the Order of Phoenix.
And that shortly after events in Ministry of Magic Harry realized that he has a thing to Draco Malfoy.
So when it comes to their sixth year at Hogwarts, Harry is much more observant, because he wants to find a pretext to ask Malfoy out.
That doesn't mean that Harry isn't suspicious about Draco being a Deatheater.
"But if I could see him without clothes on I would have known for sure"
So he writes to Sirius if he could give him some advice on what he should do.
Of course, Harry doesn't reveal who he meant.
Hermione and Ron getting a bit mistrustful about Harry's little obsession with Malfoy.
After a few days, Harry received an extensive letter.
So extensive that Hermione persistently insisted on revealing its content to her.
Sirius very precisely described how, what and where Harry should do.
He covered some of the topics in the smallest details and Harry felt entirely embarrassed reading them because Sirius had mentioned not only romantic stuff.
However, some advice only concerned girls.
"And I want to date with a boy. A man actually. My enemy, in point of fact."
When Harry finally admitted it to himself, he wrote another letter to Sirius.
It's full of acknowledgments and warm words.
Feeling ashamed, Harry added in P.S.: "But I want to date a man"
And he sent the letter so fast that it wouldn't occur to him to overthink it.
Hermione constantly asking what is it all about.
But Harry wasn't ready to reveal that he is secretly in love with Draco Fucking Malfoy.
SIRIUS SENDING HIM AN HOWLER, WHERE HE IS ABSOLUTELY EXCITED ABOUT HARRY'S NEW DISCOVERED BISEXUALITY.
"He can join us for Christmas, Harry, I wouldn't mind at all"
This is how Hermione found out what was happening.
"It's okay, Harry, you can love whoever you want"
Unfortunately, Harry is to shy to do first move.
Until that special day in a bathroom, where Harry caught Draco while he was sobbing and crying.
Draco Malfoy in an impossible mess.
"Fuck off, Potter" he snapped angrily, trying to wipe his tears away.
Watching him in this condition, Harry felt only compassion and sorrow.
Poor boy.
Maybe he was a Deatheater, but Harry had a feeling that Draco never wanted to experience this kind of honor.
"You don't have to do this, Draco" Harry breathed. He had no idea what he was doing, but that seemed familiar.
He never had a fucking idea.
Draco laughed bitterly. "You don't know anything" he hissed.
And suddenly Harry was next to Malfoy, looking into his sad, gray eyes.
"I don't need to know"
He kissed Draco as if all of that important things never happened.
They weren't enemies at that moment.
They were two lost boys who couldn't handle reality.
Harry was kissing Draco tenderly, but it was so different from kissing a girl. And he loved it.
When they pushed back, both were blushing and gasping hard.
Harry promised himself to make them kiss again, but he was so overwhelmed by feelings, that he couldn't think straight.
After writing about what had happened to Sirius, he was entirely worried.
Of course, he hadn't revealed who was the boy he kissed that day in the bathroom.
The answer from his godfather was short and simple.
"I'm so happy about it, Harry. You can't imagine how much. Can I meet him?"
Thank you!!! I’m sorry for any grammatical confusion or errors, English isn’t my native. I hope it’ll meet your expectations 💖
“Something about you makes me want to commit a murder, Malfoy!”
Draco wasn’t really surprised, although he thought that Harry will somehow get over it. They were working together for four years now and had an unwritten rules that both of them followed. It was easier to work and co-operate because at the beginning all of this seemed to be just a Ministry joke.
When Draco started to work in the Auror Department, Harry was far more experienced than him. Also, he was The Boy Who Lived, Prince of Wizarding Britain and to Draco’s disdain - Golden Boy for everyone. Minister of Magic himself made Potter the Head of Aurors Office at the age of 31, so Harry became the youngest Head Auror in the history.
And, by then, Draco was only a former Deatheater. Excluded from the society who made him a living monster. Fallen from grace attempted murderer. His father was given one life sentence in Azkaban, which wasn’t making everything easier for Draco. Somehow; Draco had no clue how it happened; Harry accepted him in his Department and let him do his job.
It wasn’t very simple for both of them, but eventually, they started to get on well with each other. They passed through Draco’s mood swings and Harry’s obsessive behaviour, and after some time they weren’t just partners in their job, but partners in life.
Draco had various thoughts about Harry being gay mostly because he would’ve never thought that Potter will turn out homosexual. Although, he couldn’t complain. They were together for year and a half now, and besides some arguments, they were both madly in love with each other.
Well, now Potter was madly furious with Draco.
“Oh, so it’s ‘Malfoy’ again?” he said with a smirk.
Harry pulled his own hair because of his powerlessness.
“Don’t start this again, you git! I hate when you are doing this!”
“Don’t be so sensitive, Potter. You are overreacting.”
“I AM NOT!!! You could be wounded, you could’ve died! Not to mention that you FUCKED UP thirteen months of preparations to the TOP PRIORITY CASE and we have to start all over again!”
Draco was ridiculously pleased with himself. For his boyfriend, work was at the second place and Draco was his top priority. Harry was nearly fainting because of all this nerves.
“You should get yourself a biscuit, Harry. You are very nervous and I don’t know if I should consider you as unstable emotionally person” Draco said far more calm then he should.
Harry started hyperventilating and that was the thing that made Draco worried about his boyfriend. He took Harry’s hand and hugged him tightly. They were at work but fuck this.
“You need to calm down, love. I’m sorry. I know some of my actions were stupid but you have to remember we can’t control everything. Breathe, Harry” he said soothingly and started to pet Harry’s hair. They were cuddling a few minutes in absolute silence during which Harry was trying to calm down.
“I was just so fucking worried about you” Draco heard Harry’s whisper. His hot breath surrounded Draco’s neck. “Don’t you dare do this again to me. I know we are adults but you can’t be so selfish. I love you. I won’t let anybody hurt you.”
Draco smiled widely and they shared a quick but passionate kiss.
“And what about the case, boss?”
Harry rolled his eyes.
“We will start all over again. Don’t get too cheeky about it. You are going to do most of the dirty work.”
“Nothing new, I guess.”
Send prompts and I will write you whatever you want! Or at least I will try. They are all here.
"I love you" she heard him whisper, when she caressed his jaw with her fingers.
"I love you too."
Draco pulled her naked body closer to him and kissed her forehead. It was the first time when she told him these words. After awfully long 17 moths of their arranged marriage, after a lot of fights and mean words, they were finally somewhere.
Somewhere where Draco wanted them to be from the very beginning. They couldn't get along with each other, but now... It was different. They were different. Both of them changed in a specific kind of way.
Married. What does this word even mean? Draco thought he knew it by now. Maybe not so perfectly, but knew a few things more than seventeen months earlier.
A former Death Eater. A war heroin. He never wanted her to leave his side. Never.
Draco knew that their marriage won't be perfect. Nobody's is. But he was willing to try. To try so hard to make Hermione happy after all the grief, sorrow and wrath. After greatest sadness, after the depression she went through when he made her his wife.
He could feel her calm breath on his neck, but somehow he knew that she wasn't sleeping. Draco hugged his wife tighter.
"I love you" he said once again. He felt the need to tell her about his feelings.
Yes - it was hard to reveal himself so much, but she was worth it. She was worth everything and he needed almost a year to realize that fact.
She kissed him a few times on the neck and behind his ear, than he felt Hermione's lips on his own.
Draco felt foolishly happy, when a lot of kisses later she was falling asleep in his arms.
