The Forgotten Potter; DM

XXXVI. All His

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The moonlight shone through the tall and wide windows, casting a soft, silver glow into the otherwise dark room.

A familiar girl sat on the bay window, her long raven locks glistening under the moonlight, the silver light causing her tan skin to look paler than it was. Her head rested against the window as she scribbled away in her diary, her white quill moving delicately at a steady pace. Her soft pink lips were agape, her pearly teeth biting down on the bottom one as she focused on her writing. Her wispy bangs feathered down her forehead, over her arched brows. Her bright green eyes darted around the pages before looking up and pausing, her brows softly furrowing.

"What?" She smiled, her voice its usual angelic sound.

Draco attempted to snap himself out of his daydream, a smile appearing on his face as he shrugged, "Can't I admire the view?"

Ivy rolled her eyes, her smile widening, "Hardly much of a view."

"I completely disagree, love," The blond admitted, walking over.

His stormy grey eyes wandered all over her, taking in and lingering on all her features. He saw what he always did, what he already knew.

That Ivy Potter was the most alluring, darkly-ethereal being he had ever had the privilege of seeing.

Draco stood in front of her causing her to look up, and as they stared at each other, he whispered, "Do you have any idea how beautiful you truly are?"

She dropped her head to hide her smile and hummed, "Is that so?"

His hand reached out to gently grasp her chin and tilt her head up as his thumb lightly caressed her lips, tugging down the bottom lip. He began to lean down, "Yes. I must be the luckiest man alive, being able to say that you are all mine."

Her enchanting, green eyes stared into his with such passion and intensity, he almost forgot how to breathe. There was a certain vulnerability and gentleness to her usually emotionless and hardened eyes. And Merlin, did it look good on her.

"All yours, Draco?" She whispered and the blond resisted the temptation to drop to his knees and worship her, then and there.

He swallowed. "All mine, Ivy," He assured her before leaning down and his lips tenderly met hers.

Draco opened his eyes with a gasp, blinking before sitting up in his bed. His green silk bedsheets rolled off his bare torso as he brought a hand to his messy hair, now sitting up in the dark room.

He attempted to steady the rapid beating of his heart and catch his breath as he looked over to his window where he had left the silk curtains open, moonlight emitting through. He moved his hands to his lips, his fingers tracing where he almost felt the ghost of hers.

With a small groan and a deep breath, he plopped back down onto his soft bed and stared up at his bewitched ceiling, grey eyes wide awake as his thoughts were consumed of Ivy Potter and his dream.

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Harry wandered down the wooden stairs when he heard light chatter from the Television, Hedwig swooping down after him. He furrowed his brows and walked into the small, cosy living room to see who had left it on. He raised his brows at the sight in front of him as he heard the whistling of a kettle coming from the kitchen, the wooden door left open.