Drarry Oneshots 2

les étoiles

Prompt by myotpisKlance

Huge thanks to starwars_rey and mauuve for being my French translators for this oneshot!

Pizza.

Dogs.

The stars.

So many things have been invisible to Draco his whole life, just because his soulmate decided to love everything good in the world.

Draco has spent so much of his life maneuvering around invisible dogs, eating invisible food, staring at a black sky with none of the lights other people apparently see.

He feels like he's been blind his whole life, unable to see the things his soulmate loves so much.

He can't wait to meet his soulmate, just so he can tell her off for taking so many things from him.

But for now, he settles for living in a world he can't see.

"Mon cher, we're having spaghetti tonight, would you like some?" Narcissa asks quietly, as if afraid of upsetting him.

"Oui. Can I watch?" Draco has always had a fascination with watching things be made. Cookies don't disappear until they're cooked.  Smoothies vanish halfway through being blended. It's weird to see the second something is considered whole.

"Bien sûr." Draco follows his mom into the kitchen, where she's boiling water and making the spaghetti sauce. He quickly dips his finger in it, ignoring the burning, and tastes the sauce.

"Délicieuse," he murmurs.

"Thank you, mon cher," is her sweet response, and Draco hears the door open. 

"Bonjour, Papa," Draco says as his father steps into the kitchen, kissing his mother's cheek.

"Bonjour. Did you do your homework?"

"I will, Papa."

"Better do it right after dinner."

"I will, Papa."

"Good. What are we having, mon amour?"

"Spaghetti."

"Wonderful. I'll be upstairs, let me know when it's done."

"Bien sûr." 

Draco watches as his mother pours the noodles into the boiling pot, stirring them.

"Maman, will you tell me about les étoiles again?"

"Draco, I've told you a million times."

"Will you tell me a million and one?"

She laughs, tapping the spoon against the pot before turning to him.

"The sky is black, so dark and so deep that anyone could be terrified of it. It is a shelter over the world, hours of nothingness in the sky before le soleil rises and we are given daylight again. So to brighten it, to make it beautiful, Dieu places a million little lights in the sky, dozens and dozens and dozens of tiny lights that are sprinkled across.  They look like fireflies, only they burn brighter against the glowing black satin behind layers and layers of serene clouds above our heads. Sometimes, when it is especially dark, étoiles light up so much their brilliance is mirrored from our eyes. It's so surreal and it makes anyone wants to reach up for one, keep it in our hands for warmth and pocket it to bring home and keep them in a jar. We aspire to reach les étoiles, and although it isn't possible, we'll never stop trying."