Only Battle Scars Left (DracoxReader)

Draco

Word Count: 1195

Reader POV:

       My birthday wasn't anything special except for the fact that it was the first one without my parents. Mrs. Weasley baked me a purple cake with purple letters that read "Hapy Berthday (Y/n)". I wonder who was in charge of writing. The reason why Mrs. Weasley was out with the rest of the Weasley's 2 days ago was because they were buying me presents. Well, whatever they could afford.
        Mr. Weasley got me a cookbook by a famous muggle publisher, Ginny got me colored pencils, Ron forgot it was my birthday, George got me a sketchbook with brown parchment and a handful of and Fred got me the mahogany teakwood candle with a journal and roses. The joke shop must be doing well.

           Then came the day of the wedding. I wore a beautiful, poofy, green dress that tripped me every time I took a step.
      I got ready in the bathroom as Fred watched me. I applied mascara and fixed it every so often.

"Could you stop looking at me in the mirror it's creepy!" I threw my arms around.
        We both laughed.

"You look like that and expect me not to stare?"
        I blushed and smiled in the mirror.

"Get out!" I giggled, pushing him out of the bathroom with my fists since I was still holding the mascara.
       Fred went to his room but seconds later another Weasley came barging in.

"Can you believe my brother's getting married? Bill getting married?" He blew and his uncombed hair.

"Yeah, time flies," I said, curling my hair and almost burning myself.
         I heard Ron hold back a laugh.

"Go fuck yourself!" I joked.
        He jogged out of the room and saluted as he did so.

"So stupid," I muttered to myself.

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"(Y/n)!" YOU LOOK AMAZING!" Ginny exclaimed as I walked down the stairs.

"THANK YOU!"

"Shit, you might outshine the bride."

"Language Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley scolded.
       Ginny grabbed my arm and pulled me outside.

"FUCK GINNY I CAN'T RUN IN HEELS!"

"WHO CARES!" She shouted into the nothingness.
          She began to scream and jump.

"FUCK!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
          I copied her. We shouted every curse word in the books.

"Language," Mr. Weasley reminded us.

"Don't worry, Dad. We're all done," Ginny winked at me and grabbed my wrist again.

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By this time, Hermione had arrived and so had Harry. They stayed at the Burrow two days in advance. We set up the tents, having conversations here and there.
I went up to Fred's room, opening the door without knocking.

"Shit," he cursed, pulling his pants up quickly.
I stood in the doorway. I froze. My lips were ajar and I couldn't look away.

"I am so sorry," I apologized slowly.

"Don't be sorry," he smirked, now fully clothed.
He walked over to me, lifting my chin leaving me no choice but to look him straight in the eye.

"You look beautiful."

"You think so?" I questioned, twirling side to side in my gown.

"I know so. Now go downstairs before I-"