i'm half crazy... all for the love of you ♡
draco x weasley oc fic
folklore by taylor swift inspired
"And you can aim for my heart, go for blood... But you would still miss me in your bones."
Following the horrific Battle of Hogwarts, the unexpect...
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Like a metronome, keeping the rhythm of my soul at a steady pace, I could still hear Draco's heartbeat when I woke up again. It was extremely comforting. Just what I needed.
He was still in the same position as I fell asleep in, his fingers still twirling in my hair. Almost as if he didn't sleep, he just held me for a few hours while I got some rest.
And I probably would have slept longer, but my internal clock had me waking up at seven almost every morning without hesitation.
"Sleeping beauty wakes up," he nudged me softly, his fingers no longer playing with a part of my unruly bedhead. "Good morning. You sleep okay?"
"Hi. Good morning," I mumbled, trying to blink away the stars in my eyes without looking stupid in front of him. I don't think it would have mattered because I don't think he would care. "Yes, perfect, thank you."
And suddenly, all at once, I realized just exactly what I was doing. I just spent the night in Draco Malfoy's room, cuddling with him softly. How was I supposed to process any of this?
"You're like a little kitten. Sleeping so quietly. Drooling on me. I didn't want to move," he winced, hopping me out of thoughts quickly. "But my arm fell asleep, and it was going numb."
I quickly wiped my mouth with the realization, suddenly embarrassed even though I said I wouldn't be. "I was drooling?"'
"Don't worry, it's natural when you're so relaxed," he reassured, half whispering. "I'm sure it won't be the last time you're drooling for me. Or, on me."
I was still stuck on his comment before to say anything else. I didn't know what to say. But I knew exactly what I wanted to say. His comment made me frown for not-so-obvious reasons. "I love cats. I used to have a little kitten."
He's watching the way I'm moving in his bed, stretching lightly, then moving back closer to him. His eyebrows crumple together as I speak like he was thinking about what I was saying. "You did? When?"
I gulped my thoughts back for once. This is all pillow talk anyway. I really wanted to shower and brush my teeth. "I got her before first year. Her name was starfish."
"Oh, yes! I remember," he laughed. His sleepy voice is gone now, and my brain is making grabby hands wanting it back. "It was a little cute thing, wasn't it? Orange, and it matched you, right? Whatever did happen to her?"
"Mum made me give her away after Ron had that dodgy rat after third year. It was the top five worst times in my life."
He was quiet for a second too long. Processing and thinking carefully about what he will say next. "Your Mum made you give your school pet away?"
"Yeah, because of everything that happened with Ron," I shifted off him slowly, trying to finish my portrayal of what could have been the beginning of my villain story. "But then... Ow, fuck."
