draco malfoy imagines

i remember the boy🥀

word count: 2772
house: slytherin
warning: this is based on my mom's love story lol but ofc I changed up some details.

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i remember the boy

Estelle usually loves hearing about my life during my youth. She loved hearing about Hogwarts and all of my adventures there when I was young. She would ask me a million questions about what I used to do when I was younger, and my daughter would always listen, her attention would always be on me as I tell her the stories I had in store for her. This was sort of our bonding as mother and daughter, and it brought us closer together.

I went home late that evening, and Estelle was playing with her dolls in our small living room while my mother read the newspaper, Estelle was beside her. I would come home to this scene everyday, and I love it. The sight of my favorite girls makes the tiredness after being at work all day go away.

I don't live with Estelle's dad because we broke up just months after Estelle was born, but he would always support Estelle financially. He would also visit her during the weekends, sometimes he would borrow her for the weekends, and he would take her to the mall to buy her a few clothes and shoes, and I appreciate that he didn't run away from the responsibility he had in Estelle's life. Sometimes, he would just visit her because of his busy schedule, and I let him be the dad that he should be. He would play with Estelle, eat with her, and bathe her, and he is enjoying the fact that he is a father to Estelle. And I love seeing them together, seeing them building a relationship.

He doesn't have a girlfriend-- he is too busy with his work and with Estelle to even bother to look for a girlfriend. I keep telling him to look for another woman in his life, but he would just smile at me. Sometimes I keep thinking if he still loves me, if he is still hopeful for the both of us. At the moment I am not sure, because there is still a certain someone who keeps lingering in my mind, and I still can't seem to let him go. Not yet.

I was avoiding this boy for a few years now. I can't talk about him, I can't even mention his name without tearing up. Even Eli, Estelle's father, knew about how much I love that certain someone. But one night, as I tuck Estelle to bed, I was forced to tell her, my daughter about him.

"Mommy?" Estelle said, as I fixed the things above her nightstand. It was messy, so I decided to fix it before I turned the lights off.

"Yes, dear?" I asked, taking a small glance at my daughter to see if she needs anything before she goes to bed.

"Did you love somebody before you loved daddy?" she asked, and I stopped dead. There was a name that crossed my mind, but I tried to push him away. I can't think of him in front of Estelle.

"Why did that question cross your mind, honey?" I said, faking a laugh. I was nervous and I am trying my best not to show it to my daughter. I didn't want to enter this territory, I didn't want to remember him. But now that she brought it up, I didn't know whether I would tell her about him and what he did for the entire Wizarding World or just keep quiet about it. Should I tell my daughter about an unknown fallen hero, who everybody believed to be a villain?

"Erm, yes Estelle. I did." I told her. "Do you want to hear about him?"

"Yes, mommy." she said, sitting up and looking at me, while waiting for me to tell her about this boy I loved before I loved Eli.

"Well, I met him on the train to Hogwarts, the school I told you about..."

"Hurry up, Y/N!" Daphne Greengrass, my best friend, said. "We'll miss the train!"