Touch Starved

Real kind.

"Mrs. Weasley you didn't...." you smiled as she handed you and Draco each a box, the smile on her face was large. You held the nearly wrapped boxes in your hand.

"Well go on!" She cheers.

You tore open the paper revealing exactly what you thought it was, your own specially made Weasley sweater. You choked up, trying really hard not to cry again.

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley" you sniffled, pulling the soft fabric to your face, inhaling deep. It smelt like fresh bread and lawn clippings. You looked back at Draco, who had tears rolling down his face as he stared at the cloth in his hand. You leaned into him, pulling him into your arms. The rest of the room watched you two as you helped him, your hands brushing his hair.

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley" he finally was able to choke out, his head still on your shoulder.

"It's Molly" she smiled at you both. "Or better yet, how about mom?"

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You had both pulled your new sweaters on over your outfits, you had gotten up to stand by the window and watch the slow fall. Your head resting on his shoulder as his other hand holds a hot cup of hot chocolate.

"I think this is the best Christmas I have ever had in my life" he sighed, wrapping his arm around you. Leaning down to kiss you on the top of your head. You heard a clicking and saw a flash.

You turned to see Hermione.

"I had to... You're going to want some nice photos for the wedding, speaking of which" She set down her camera and went to her bag, pulling out a wrapped square. Handing it to you.

"For both of you, from Ron and I"

You tore open the paper slowly, exposing the frame inside. It was holding a photo, the one from that night he proposed. Your jaw dropped, you looked like something out of a book. You stood in a moon given spotlight. That casted a glow onto both of you, like the heavens were joining in at that moment.

"Thank you Hermione... it's amazing" you reached for her, hugging her close.

"You both really deserve to be happy... I hope you know that" she looked at you, then to Draco. He smiled at her.

"Thank you. I think we do too"

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You spent the night at the Weasley's just as Harry said you would. Molly insisted that you stay the night because she missed you both and wanted to keep you around as long as possible.

"Thanks Mol-" she gave you a look, you blushed. "Mom..." she hugged you close. Then Arthur did, squeezing you tightly. You let yourself fly back for a moment to that left christmas you spent with your dad before he got sick. He had gotten you a special quill, something a little enchanted but not enough to get you in trouble for using it at school. All it did was write what you were telling it to, you would use it to write school work when you couldn't bother to go through the process of writing it yourself.

Morning had come, and the smell of coffee filled the air. Draco must have woken already because he wasn't lying next to you. You got up, sliding your new sweater on over your tank top. Staying in your shorts. As you came down the stairs Arthur, Molly and Draco sat at the kitchen table. They hadn't noticed you, so you stood back. Just watching as Arthur and Molly seemed to talk intently to Draco.

"They're getting bad. And I don't know what to do. She thinks I don't remember them, but sometimes I do. I just can't bring myself to tell her." you heard Draco speak. "She has been through so much, she needs time to heal still from losing her whole life and her best friend. How am I supposed to tell her I have nightmares of losing her over and over again?"

"Draco, darling, part of a marriage is dealing with the hard stuff too. You know she would want you to say something, even if it hurt" Molly reached out and touched his hand, he was wearing his pajama pants and his sweater. Both of yours darker in color than the others.

"I know.. I just... I keep seeing her there. Standing at the battle, and over and over again I have to watch as Voldemort kills her in front of me... How does my mind even come up with this stuff? I don't even know if i saw her there that day. I can't remember most of it" He looked defeated in his seat. Your hand lifted to your mouth, covering your breaths which hurried.

"Lying to her isn't helping any son" Arthur reminded him.

"It's not all a lie... I am forgetting stuff. Pieces of stuff that's happened. It's like a wall is building itself up in my memory. So I just... let her believe I couldn't remember them. Because it was easier than telling her I was scared to death every single time she left the house. How if she's standing too far away from me I am scared she's going to disappear and I am never going to see her again. " Arthur smiled.

"Son, you're just in love with her and you've never been in love before, have you?"

"No... I really don't think I have. I haven't ever felt like this about anyone."

"So you need to tell her.... You know she will listen" Molly patted him on the shoulder.

"Thank you both... my mother and father never would have been so kind to me in this situation" he was right, they probably would have told him just to man up.

"Well, I am sorry darling, but they weren't good people. You are good people. I see the way you look at her, you have something in your I have never seen in your before."

"Whats that?" He asked, watching as Molly walked back over to the coffee pot, pouring herself another mug.

"It's love Draco. Real love. Not the kind you have because you're scared. But the real kind"