House: None
Year: Any
Blood: Muggle
Warnings: Angst
I watched through the mirror as the blonde watched me with great interest. I slowly applied makeup to my eyes not know who was watching on the other side.
The mirror grand and great was painted a bronze gold with flowers decorating the rim, on the other side it was silver and cold with snake sliding up and down it.
He came in my dreams every night, i quite often reminse on the conversations we have. When we first met i was confused t say the least, i assumed it was a lucid dream or something of the sorts. I then realized maybe it wasn't maybe it was something different, something out of mythology or science. I could never really find out.
We spoke every night, whether i be about his father or the odd things of my world we also had conversations. We soon learned we could touch, that led to hugs, cuddles, and eventually kisses.
The things is your brain dosnt know when a person is fictional, so i can still get very emotionally attached.
I knew he was a character of fiction in my world, i had even told him of the story's.
It was real though.
A year passed as i talked to him each night, my feelings growing.
Then he faded.
Slowly but surly.
It started with his voice cutting out from his body part not even showing up.
The last thing he told me was the mirror.
I cried for hours on end.
Never to see him again
Until.
She came to me.
The old woman with the gray hair spoke for the first time sense she was twenty.
Grandmother.
She handed me a mirror, the one from the beginning.
She told me the story.
Her lover man was gone too.
That night i sat, guitar in hand i sang.
For him,
for the heavens,
for the universe,
but most of all,
for my love.
My heartbreak pouring out of my soul.
I'm Mr. Loverman
The whole world heard.
It could be faint or it could be clear as day.
The hear the voice of a girl.
Under heartbreak.
They heard her sing.
He heard her sing.
And he sang back just as loud.
And I miss my lover, man
They sang together voices intertwined.
I'm Mr. Loverman
Everyone heard.
Old lovers baring the same fate wept in sadness of their lost love.
Oh, and I miss my lover
Because you see, every one in a few children and born, with a soulmate.
Perfect right?
No.
Because when your soulmate is in another world you can never reach them.
And your last thought, whether you take your life or you somehow get through to the end thats when you know.
And my last thought?
Draco
I'm Mr. Loverman
And I miss my lover, man
I'm Mr. Loverman
Oh, and I miss my lover
Im sorry...
ill give you a moment
sorry
legit the saddest thing ive ever written
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Draco Malfoy Imagines
FanfictionCOMPLETED This is my first imagines book, feel free to send in requests! Warning: Some might be cheesy All story's will be x reader story's Will have She/Her pronouns unless requested Hope you enjoy!
