Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

beautiful memories || chapter forty-seven

The summer of 95' had brought me more joy than the past fifteen years of my life combined.

It consisted of waking up at the crack of dawn, when the grass was still moist from the early morning dew and the sun would soak the garden in long, golden streaks. Though on the days when the clouds darkened and drizzled sin across the land, Draco would tour me through the Manor and introduce me to a few of my favourite rooms.

The library, it was an enchanting place. The rain would thrum against the heavy windows that decked the walls, and the musky smell of old leather and dust hung in the air. Though the moment I would return to reality, Draco'd already disappeared through the cases. I would peek through the gaps in the shelves, hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy. But then, when I was least expecting, he'd sneak up on me and greet my terrified squeal with a kiss and a piece of literature.

Our laughs bounced from wall to wall, no matter what time of day. The air was warm early of a morning and cool late of a night. We'd wear our fuzziest socks and slide down the halls, hoping not to wake his parents despite our inability to contain our glee.

We would tiptoe into the kitchen past midnight, climbing counters and scavenging through cupboards, solely to find the best snacks. However, after one particular night, I opened a top cabinet and stood on my tippy toes to reach for the highest shelf; and Draco internally freaked out. He swooped me down from the counter and scorned me briefly. But the second he realised how he had reacted, he made it up with a glass of pumpkin juice and peanut butter toast.

If the sky was clear, Draco would point out all of the constellations in the sky, as well as display his interest for Latin names. There was one specific constellation that lay in the southern sky he found most interest in. It represented a scorpion.

Draco also learned how to braid my hair. He'd weave small daisys into each plait of hair, whilst I divulged into my favourite literature. We'd snuggle up in front of the fire place and talk for hours on end; the memories so unforgettable I'd relish them for eternity.

It was safe to say, I was at my best.

So, here I sat, flicking through one of the thousands of novels the Malfoy's owned. Draco sat on the sofa across from me, though his legs were kicked up and his feet were in my lap. He was quietly humming a song to himself.

There was a soft creak.

"Draco?"

Draco hummed in response.

The door fully opened and Narcissa stepped into view. "I thought I'd find you here," she said, a pleasant smile on her face. Narcissa then turned to me. "Good morning, Y/N."

"Good morning, Narcissa." I said, looking up.

"Tea?" She offered, "I have a brew waiting in my office. We can have a quick chat in the mean time."

"Oh," I looked at Draco, who looked slightly cautious. "Okay." I agreed, closing my book and leaving it on the sofa behind me. Narcissa held the door open for me, still, a warm expression remaining on her face.

I followed her down the hallway into her office. It was one of the rooms I had been yet to explore. There were framed photographs everywhere, all of them containing Draco. In some of them he was older, while in others he was young. There was even a fair few from when he was just a baby— presumably only months old.

It made me crack a smile.

"Make yourself comfortable," Narcissa said, pulling out a chair for me to sit. "Thank you." I smiled a little before taking my seat. Narcissa poured hot water into the two teacups on her desk and asked how many sugars I'd like.

"Two," I responded.

After she finished the brew, she sat down across from me and caught me staring at one of the photographs I was staring at on her desk. "A bit of a handful, isn't he?" Narcissa asked, pursing her lips.

I looked up and saw the small grin on her face. "A little," I admitted, a soft laugh hidden deep in my tone.

"Although not a heartbreaker, hopefully." She added, tilting her head. "If my son does anything to hurt you, don't be afraid to let me know. Pedicures, manicures, the full ordeal all on me. I know how Malfoy men can be."

"Thank you," I looked down at my hands and nervously twiddled with the ring on my finger. "But believe me, he's wonderful. He doesn't always show it to... everyone. But he is, deep down."

Narcissa nodded. "I know." She said, her eyes flickering back to the picture. "He was three in that photo."

My eyes turned back to the photo Narcissa stared so longingly at. I could feel the sense of nostalgia radiating from her. Draco looked like a little ball of blond fluff. He was so tiny, yet had so much hair; it's striking colour still the same. The London Bridge was behind him, and he was pointing towards it.

"Adorable, wasn't he?" Narcissa tilted her head, the corner of her lips pointed into a smile.

"Mum," A voice groaned from the doorway.

Narcissa and I looked up to see Draco standing there; that same pouty little look on his face.

"Speak of the devil," Narcissa teased. "Always has to interrupt."

"Those pictures are embarrassing, put them away." Draco frowned.

"Even more reason to keep them up." I said, looking at Draco with a smug expression. He squinted his eyes at me.

"I like her," Narcissa beamed at me.

"Might have to marry into the family." I teased even further, while my gaze remained on Draco. He rolled his tongue along his front teeth and lifted a brow.

"Y/N Malfoy." Draco said aloud. "You're fortunate it has a ring to it."

"And if it hadn't?"

Draco smirked.

"You know where the gates are."

"Draco!" Narcissa gasped in fake offence.

Draco and I stared at each other, the irritable feeling of laughter creeping along the backsides of our throats.

Not the time, Y/N, not the time.

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