Whatever You Want {Drarry}

•Blinding•

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[glowing part dos...6 years later]

Let it be known that Aphrodite is the mother of love. Let it be known that she is goddess of this blessing and she will not take it away. Nothing will be brighter than the glow of this love. This love will bring about a new age of peace. Love that has been given a name. Names that have been sowed for each other. They will keep each other safe.

I remember cutting off the flashlight and closing the book when I heard my aunt's footsteps. I kept the story shoved under my pillow. I checked the time and yanked the covers up further before pretending to still be asleep. If she had known I was reading about soul marks she would have made me do double duty.

Dudley didn't have a name and hers was covered in little slash marks and scars. Uncle Vernon had her name, though, so something must have gone right.

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By the time I was old enough to understand the importance of soulmarks and soulmates beyond stray bedtime stories, I was on my way to Hogwarts, already bonded to some blond git I hadn't met much of other than whatever slanderous nonsense he was spewing when we were in Madam Malkin's.

Then we were actually at school with hormones and other people and the size of our fucking egos.

My focus was always on Malfoy. What's he up to? Who's he talking to? What's he wearing? Never on anything important. Not until the end when my thoughts were full of worries and Is he okay?

When the war finally ended and I had felt relaxed enough to peel off the bandages I always kept on my mark, I groaned. I knew it wouldn't change (honestly I wasn't sure I wanted it to), but after years of the fighting I think I was just wishing for something different. Something new. But no, the delicate and precise script handwriting was the same as always. Not a swirl was out of place and the sharp name of Draco Malfoy sent shivers up my spine. Bloody git.

It was completely by accident that I saw him sitting with Pansy Parkinson at a muggle café, of all places. A waiter caught a glance at me and I must have looked a sight, ,staring at Malfoy the way I was, but he just looked different. I mean he had the same pointed features and blonde hair, still as unfairly handsome as ever, but he looked more relaxed at this muggle establishment than I had ever seen him, even when we had first started Hogwarts. He looked at home out there without any expectations looming over him.

My body moved closer to him of its own accord and for the first time I realized that maybe the universe had been pulling us together our whole lives, even with all the fighting we did in the meantime.

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"Did you know, you also have the most beautiful eyes? Seriously, they're like silver." My eyes are raking over him and taking him in, my mouth moving on its own. My observation only seems to take him off guard before he rolls his eyes.

"You're one to talk, Potter. Your eyes are like fucking jade emeralds."

"They're alright. I feel like they look black most of the time anyway. You know, like mucky grass. Especially with my glasses on."

"Oh, fuck off with that. Harry Potter with black eyes."

"What?"

"Is it all the quidditch? Are you actually mentally handicapped?"

"Oh haha, very funny. I'm serious! What're you on about?"