Going Rogue

epilogue

Five Years Later

"No!" Asterin screamed and thrashed on the bed, her arm burning as she dreamt of getting the Dark Mark again. Her nails began to claw at her forearm, breaking the skin and opening freshly healed wounds. Blood began to pool and drip down her elbow. 

"Asterin!" Draco shouted, running into the bedroom to wake his wife. "Fleur, open your eyes. It's just a nightmare!" 

Asterin's eyes flipped open, her pupils wide from being terrified before she let out a sob. 

"I was getting the Dark Mark again. It hurts, Draco!" She cried as Draco rocked her in his arms. Her nightmares were dwindling so he thought he could visit with his friends in the living room while she slept. He should have known she wouldn't feel safe without him next to her. Both their nightmares stopped when they had each other. 

"Shh, my darling. It's just a bad dream," he murmured to her softly, placing a kiss to her sweaty temple. 

"Mate, we're going to leave. Please Owl us if you need anything." Draco didn't even acknowledge his mates, just kept murmuring sweet things to his wife until her body began to relax in his hold. 

"I'm right here, darling. I won't leave you."

Asterin mumbled softly and allowed her eyes to droop shut. The nightmares always exhausted her, body and mind. 

Draco laid her down, frowning at the fresh marks she made. He grabbed his wand and cleaned away the blood before attempting to heal her. It never worked though. The Dark Magic fought against his healing abilities. Draco sighed and grabbed the bandages he kept by their bed and worked on covering the fresh wounds. 

His own Mark burned as he began to undress, his fresh wounds burning from the material of his shirt brushing against it. It was only two nights ago when they switched, Asterin was taking care of a screaming Draco.

After putting on a pair of sweatpants, leaving his chest bare, he laid down next to his wife and counted to ten before she mumbled and rolled over, draping her body over his. A smile appeared on his lips. The same routine every night. It was like her body knew he was in bed and wanted to be close. His fingertips brushed against the skin of her back until he felt her body mold into his. He only remained awake for another few minutes before her comfort put him under. He was honestly hoping they would be able to rest for the rest of the night.

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"Alright. Listen here, you little sh- ow mother!" Theo growled and rubbed the back of his head, a glare towards his mother.

"Do not use that language around my grandson!"

"But he's not eating!" Theo whined and leaned back dramatically in his chair.

"Darling, he doesn't like the peas and carrots." Theo's wife, Elena, smiled warmly at her little family before passing her husband a different jar of food. Theo huffed and reluctantly took the jar to find out his wife was right. Bloody women.

"What is taking them so long?" His mother murmured, her eyes going to the window in the dining hall for the fifth time since she arrived.

"You know those two, mother. They like to take their time. They'll be here." Theo made a silly face at his son, smiling when he squealed loudly in joy. 

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