Draco Malfoy fic in a Hogwarts universe where Voldy doesn't exist and everyone is alive and well.
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𝙒𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙇:
Somebody who is the reason for your happiness; a soulmate; a forever lover.
Somebody you find yourself thinking about constant...
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HOLDING THE WORLD STILL
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I had been waking up next to Draco for months now-but today felt different than every other morning. This is utopia. My hand on his chest, his arm lazily slung across my waist. The stripes of morning sunlight pouring between the splits in the curtain, soaking his pale skin, making him look luminous even in his sleep. A blonde-haired angel.
His brows furrow, a small protesting hum from him as he dreams. Gently, I run a hand through his silver hair, pushing it away from his forehead and his expression relaxes.
Unwittingly, I find myself tracing 'I love you' across his arm with my finger.
I feel blissful. My mind is nowhere but right here and I have never felt more present. I would never know a more peaceful feeling than of this right here-lying beside Draco, watching the tranquility of his expression as he sleeps, the quiet hum of his even breaths and the intoxicating sweetness of his apple-like scent.
He stirs as he pulls from his repose. It takes him a moment before his eyes meet mine, a delicate smile growing on his lips. His eyes hung heavy from sleep. "Mmm, morning, my love."
My breath hitches at the sound of his morning throaty voice. "Good morning." I bit on my bottom lip, fighting away a splurge of giddiness that made me want to squirm.
Draco's eyes flashed. "Don't do that."
"Do what?"
Reaching his hand towards my face, Draco pulled my bottom lip down with his thumb. He looks to be in a trance, his eyes distant as they scan my features; his hand never letting go of where he held my chin.
My heart is whizzing so drastically, I almost forget to breathe.
Good God, Draco Malfoy is my heaven. One would die to dwell in such a thing.
Draco's fingers ran through my hair before gently gripping the back of my neck and pulling my face to his, his lips embracing mine. So much electricity coursed through my body that even my toes feel happy.
I won the lottery of life.
He kisses me once, slow and gentle. Taking his time because we're in no rush. We have all the time in the world. Then he kisses me again, and again, until I'm left dizzy and desperately holding onto his arms as though I'm afraid I'll somehow float away.
Pulling back the slightest, Draco smiles. His eyes are still closed. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to wake up next to your for months and not kiss you?" His words fell out in a dense whisper.
My insides feel as though they've lit right up, warm and fuzzy. I'm excited and happy and nervous all at once and it's making me want to squirm, or squeal, maybe both.
