Touch Starved

Never

You wrote letters to anyone you could think of that you couldn't meet with in person to tell them about Draco's choice to forget his parents. You were trying desperately to get everyone informed before the wedding so no one brought it up to him. Everyone seemed really understanding, and even those who didn't quite understand everything were willing to keep it to themselves for the wedding. You felt like you were starting to panic, it seemed like you had so many things to do and no time to do it.

"Y/N" Ginny rested her hand on yours as you sat at your kitchen table. "Stop chewing on your cheek, it's all working out." while her words lent you comfort, you couldn't begin to even explain to her all the things running through your head. From the food, to the music, to the guest list, everything seemed to be such a huge task. The invites had been sent out already and people were already sending back owls confirming they were coming. From Slytherins to Ravenclaws to Hufflepuff's, and Gryffindor's. It was going to be a lot bigger than you had originally planned and sometimes the idea of it all made your head spin.

You were sitting in your room one day, your mind filled with so much when you looked over. Seeing that photo of your dad sitting on the nightstand. Tears started rolling down your face.

"Y/n darling what's going on?" Draco asked as he walked in the room

"We have every single thing planned out, Draco. Down to the bloody cups" your breathing was sakey "but I don't even have someone to walk me down the aisle... or to do a stupid father daughter dance with" you pulled your legs up to your chest. Your heart sinking, you had tried for months not to think about this, how badly you wished your dad could be there.

"Please don't cry" Draco walked over to you. Sitting alongside you on the bed. "We will figure something out, I promise" he kissed you lightly on the top of the head.

"I wish everyday you could have met him, Draco. Really..." your head had sunk into the hole of grief, memories flooding back like a breaking dam.

"I know darling, I know. I wish I could have met him too. I may not have known him, but I can tell you one thing. I don't think he would want you to be so sad this close to your day... Would he?" Draco ran his fingers softly through your hair, trying desperately to comfort you in anyway.

"No I guess you're right... I shouldn't be crying this much anyway. Ginny say's it will make my face puffy" you pressed your face to your cheeks. "Can't have a puffy face at the wedding now can I?" You tried to push a small giggle.

"I think you're beautiful, puffy or not" he grinned.

"Bloody flirt" you finally cracked that smile he had been searching for.

"Awe, there she is" he wiped some of the tears from your face. "My beautiful fiance, hiding behind all those tears. I knew she was in there somewhere"

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It was the day before the wedding, time had seemed to fly yet dragged so slowly. You felt like only yesterday you were standing at Hogwarts getting sorted into Slytherin house, now you're just hours away from becoming Mrs. Y/N Malfoy. The tent had been set, its tall standing canopy as dark as the night sky, enchanted with twinkling and shooting stars. With every single one you wished for some bravery.

"Y/n" Arthur Weasley walked to your side, seeing you prepping some last minute things. "Can I steal you for a second?" You looked over to the rest of the people prepping, who just smiled and nodded. Of course it wasn't going to be an issue, you were the bride afterall. You and Arthur walked alongside the tall standing grass, the near full moon shining over you.

"Y/n, I know I am not your dad." Arthur started, instantly making your nervous. "And I know I can never compare to him because as someone who loves their kids more than anything I understand the bond you had with him. But I can't bear to see you sad, just as I couldn't bare to see my own daughter sad" you looked at him, how had he known you were still letting yourself feel down about your dad not being there? You tried so hard not to make it obvious because it was such a mood killer. You looked at him for a moment, trying hard not to let the concerned soft look on his face bring you to tears.