Distant Memories (Draco Malfoy ff)

38. Dollhouse

Adelpha Pov:

I sat on Draco's lap and studied my work. His hands gripping my waist.

"I think you look pretty." I said as I bit my bottom lip as I smiled.

"Mhm?" He hummed as he opened his eyes.

I looked at the light green glitter that covered his eyes and the dark eyeshadow lining his bottom lid.

He didn't bother looking he just smiled and pulled me into a kiss.

"I want you to meet my parents. Like my father." He says nervously as he pulls away.

I look back at him with my mouth dropped. His mother had met me before and knew about our small romance over the summer, but now it was something we both wanted and took seriously. Last time I heard about his father he was in rehab for his family and drinking problems.

"Are you sure? We have school starting in a few days Draco..."

"Please, for me. I talked to my mum she says fathers willing to meet you, he doesn't know your not Slytherin, but please."

"Ok."

"Ok?" He smiles.

"Ok." I smile.

I look fondly as he smiles up at me the happiest he's ever been. My whole world. I could see my future in his eyes. Kids maybe, a faraway house in the middle of no where, away from everyone besides each other. The sun hitting us down as we lay together in a field, until we grow old.

After a few hours Draco leaves to go back his bags leaving me to pack mine.

"Leaving?" Luna's soft voice murmurs from the doorway.

"I'm meeting his parents."

A giant smile forms on her face as she runs up and hugs me. She lets a squeal out leaving a running Blaise. He smiles at the view of a happy Luna. Their love was something else. After a few minutes me and Luna discuss what's happening and she helps me pack. I throw on a white turtle neck sweater since my neck was a little bruised, and a beige skirt. It wasn't my favorite outfit, but it would work.

I curled my hair and bounced my leg in anticipation. I mean what if his mother didn't like the idea of us being serious or his father didn't? What if he's father just didn't like me in general, what if they fought and slipped back into his old patterns. There was so many things that could go wrong with his father and so many things that could happen to his relationship with his parents. All because of some love.

I brushed the thoughts back and fluffed out my hair and put on a little make up and grabbed my bag to set by the door.

"Ready?" Draco asked walking through the door a 30 minutes later.

I smiled and nodded as he handed me a cup of coffee. I followed him out and said my goodbyes to Luna.

Before heading down the stairs he locks his hand with mine and takes a deep breath. I smile up at him reassuringly.

A few heads turn towards us as we walk down the main corridor and head outside, one of them being Harry. I ignore the whispering and pointing, instead I listen to Draco tell me about how's he's excited to see his mum.

I take a nap on the way to his home.

"We're here." He nudged me.

I look up at Draco who's holding both our luggage waiting for me to get up and off the train. I grab my coat and slip it on and follow him out the train doors. I look back at where my house lays.