The Other Malfoy [ON HOLD]

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Davina and Harry's rings are displayed above, if you would like see the inspiration for them. They sort of play a big role towards the end of the story, so that's why I gave you a picture. If not, you're free to use your imagination :)

Davina and Harry spent the entirety of the next day together, knowing that their time was up as it started turning dark outside. Davina still hadn't spoken to Draco, ever since she came back, the entire weekend she had been with Harry. It was comforting; she felt relaxed with him. Although she had to use the spell on her mark more than she liked, she found comfort in the fact that Harry was there to warm up the nerve-splitting coldness it gave her.

Davina was zipping up her bag when Harry apparated into the room, handing her a slim, silver ring which had a small, simple black moon on it. She took it slowly, and smiled before he caught her attention by sliding one on his own finger, which she noticed had a small black sun on it.

"They're called promise rings, it's a muggle thing," Harry quickly explained.

"Sounds cheesy," She teased.

"You know you're a softy inside, Malfoy, get over it already," He joked, Davina smiled.

"I suppose I am," She admitted, looking up into his emerald eyes, "So what's the promise, Potter?"

Harry's attitude had suddenly gotten serious, compared to the light and goofy expression he had before. Davina watched him carefully as he paused a moment before finally speaking, "I promise I'll always be here, through good and bad, at your lowest points and your highest, no matter what comes our way in life. I just want you to know that I'm never going anywhere because without darkness there is no light. You're the only reason I shine as bright as I do, Davina." Harry said, his words soaked in emotion. Davina was almost on the verge of tears.

"I love you more than you'll ever know," She smiled, her stormy grey eyes threatening to tear up. Davina slid the ring on her finger, a perfect fit, of course — and then she looked up at the young man who had seen and been through far too much to remain so warm and bright, and pressed her lips softly against his.

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When Slughorn's party rolled around, Davina was obviously not invited. So, she helped Harry get ready instead. It was amusingly shocking that The Boy Who Lived didn't know how to do his own tie's.

When Davina was finished looping the fabric around his neck, she straightened it out and then turned Harry around to face the mirror. He smiled widely as he stretched his neck from side to side, admiring her work.

"Where'd you learn to do that?" He asked, looking back at the blonde.

"Draco didn't know how to until his fourth year, don't tell him I said that though — he'd kill me," She laughed, sitting down on the end of the bed and looking at Harry's outfit in the body-length mirror.

"Mm," Harry smirked, taking in that information as if it were gold, which to him, it probably was. He stared at Davina's reflection in the mirror and then turned around to face her, "You're okay with me taking Luna, right?"

"Of course," Davina said, snapping out of her daze and looking up at him.

"If I could take you I would—"

"I know you would. It's okay, really, I understand." Davina smiled at him and stood up, running her finger gently through his naturally tousled hair to try to tame a few stubborn strands, "At least I get to have you all to myself when you get back,"

Harry's mood lightened at this, letting a soft chuckle escape his lips. Davina smiled at him and kissed his cheek, "You should probably get going, it's about to start and I'm sure Lovegood is waiting,"