Our Addiction || Draco Malfoy x Reader

beanie babies

     "Yes, George. I want to stop at the shop, anyways." I say, smiling to both of them. I hope they have heat in there.

"We should stop at the Meade Den too. I think they are having a sale on muggle books," Fred adds, pulling me away from the window full of wizardry toys, making me wish I grew up with a wizard family. My thoughts stop hearing the Meade Den, bringing me back to my daydream...

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"You're probably right.." he nods.

Except our faces don't move away from each other, only closer, slowly. His soft lips brush with mine, the kiss starting slow but growing at a rapid rate. He leans into me, pinning me down with his hips.

"Hey! You kids get out of here! Go find some ally way for that." A grumpy man yells making me jump and pull away, resulting to bumping my head on the shelve behind me.

"Sorry Sir, we'll head out right away." Draco says politely smiling at the man, but as soon as the man disappears he rolls his eyes.

He quickly kisses me-
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I'm pushed into the twins joke shop. I take it in, proud of them. They have pranks on top of pranks stocked up on the shelves, with trinkets stuffed in between. A beanie baby sits on the desk. I raise my eyebrows at Fred.

My father had a collection of them in our garage. I was never allowed to touch them, so I always waited until no one was home. I would admire them for hours. Carefully pulling them off the shelves to learn their names. I would create stories of them in my head at night, to help me sleep.

For my tenth birthday my mother gifted me my favorite one. It has swirly blues and pinks on top, reminding me of cotton candy. It was wrapped in pink wrapping paper, with white ribbon on top. She made sure to give it to me in secret, so he wouldn't find out.

It was my last gift from my mother. My mum.

The beanie baby sits on my bedside table at Hogwarts. Now when I can't sleep I hold it. Thinking about my mum whispering to me while I stare at the pretty box.

Fred's lips upturn, smirking. I only told him the story.

"Fred..."

"If you look at it closely you'll see it's not a muggle toy. I forbid that, but it's similar to one. We cursed them to smell like the buyers favorite memory, it's more of a comfort item." He blushes looking back down, when George comes out with a box full of different colored beanies, mostly similar to the pink one sat on the counter.

"Fred, dear, tell her the name of the pink ones." George says holding in his laugh. He throws the one on the counter to me.

'Y/n'

"You did not." I open my mouth wide, it turns to a wide smile. I look back down at the swirly letters that spell my name. It smells of the forest back home, laughs of my old friends ring in my ears.

"The memory will change everyday. It's supposed to almost make you relive those memories. When we got them mine smelled of the living room and, well, vanilla perfume." Fred takes one out of the box, looking at the tag.

When we stayed up till four. The no sleep excuse. Two years ago.

"Thank you." I whisper. George takes the box back. Both of the ones in Fred and I'd hands stay. "I can keep it?"