The Sanctuary of Yesterday

1.12 | Screw Expectations

The next morning when Sage woke up, the sun was shining through the window and the cracks of the canopy around her bed frame. A small surge of panic had flooded her body as she realized someone had opened it sometime during the night while she slept.

To her right was a peaceful looking blonde. There were no signs of the distress he displayed the night before. His left arm hung off the side of the bed and his shirt sleeve was buttoned once again. Sage's eyebrows furrowed, not remembering doing that for him and knowing Draco was way too far gone from the alcohol to remember to do it himself.

The panic in her blood doubled as she continued to look over him for anymore signs.

Dracos right arm was under her head and his hand was in her hair, as if he fell asleep playing with it.

She finally looked to her right to see a note. Trying not to wake him, she moved her right arm up to grab it.

Morning love,

When you didn't wake up I checked to make sure you were okay and found quite the sight: A little blonde ferret in your bed. Imagine my surprise of the combination of that sight and the pungent smell of fire whiskey at seven in the morning. 

It wasn't until I saw it that I figured out what was going on. I hid the evidence and closed your curtains again. Or tried too. Stubborn ass curtains.

Don't worry about class, the girls and I told your teachers you weren't feeling well and that you had bad anxiety this morning!

Hopefully we'll see you at lunch, give my best to him.

Love, Gracie

p.s. there's a peperup potion for sleeping beauty on your end table.

Sage sighed and put the note down. She snuggled back into Dracos warmth, something so familiar from her childhood. Her mind was whirling with thoughts. Draco. Mark. Dark Lord. No Theo. Only time until it's Theo's turn. Death Eaters. Cruc-

"Do you always think this much this early in the morning?" Draco mumbled into her hair, breaking her from her spiral to a deep dark place.

"Good Morning to you too," she smiled softly, thankful for his intervention. She looked up to see his eyes still closed.

"Yeah, yeah good morning," he sighed, dragging his free hand down his face.

"How are you feeling?" she asked. Draco's nose srunched in disgust and she muttered, "fuck that was weird ignore that."

"Completely bloody weird, Gi," he said, "Never again."

"It was a plausible question, you arse," she grumbled, smacking his arm.

"Whatever- fuck my head hurts though," he whined like a child, throwing his head back to the pillow.

She laughed and summoned the potion and handed it to him. He eagerly grabbed it, popped the cork out and downed it. The tension left his face immediately and he relaxed back against her pillows.

"You are a blessing," he sighed, closing his eyes in euphoria.

"You're welcome," she joked, smiling down at him.

"Not you," he smirked at her, his eyes lit up with that mischievous that was missing the previous night, "I was talking to the potion."

"Wow," she drawled, "Felling the love today."

He snickered and pulled her closer to him, and hesitated before saying, "Thank you, Gi. For everything last night."

"I'm always here for you, Draco. I promised you that when we were children and I plan on keeping that promise," she whispered, grabbing his hand.