Draco Malfoy walked along the lawn of hogwarts, thinking about his upcoming wedding. His mind was racing and he was more nervous than hed ever been even when he himself had come to this school, looking around it seemed as though centuries had past. It had been years since the war and hogwarts was thriving. Children rushed from class to class laughing, pranking each other, and enjoying the warm spring; among them his own pride and joy. He had told Scorpius he was here visiting Professor Longbottom about a gift for his fiance. Neville was one of his close friends these days and was always open for a chat, especially if it were about herbology or his bowtruckle Puck. Today however he wasn't catching up with the teacher he was just reminiscing about the day he had admitted his love for his "bride to be". Here in this very spot by the lake. He walked up to the tree where his fiance had been sitting and sunk to the ground a smile over taking his face and remembered. His baby's crazy dark hair a mess against the light bark of the tree the cold fall wind whipping it every which way. Draco had been walking by the lake trying to forget the war for a minute and take in the beauty of the day. No one expected him back for hours, the Slytherins were all convinced he was practicing his quidditch anyways. A small voice coming from his right caught his attention. That voice, he couldn't place it at the time but he recognized it. They were singing. "He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not," the voice carried on. Intrigued Draco advanced toward that mysterious voice. Daisy petals littered the ground in front of him. So cliche he smirked but deep inside it touched him. "who cares if he loves you for merlins sake he's a malfoy hes the enemy." The voice chastised itself. He knew who it was, the person one he'd loved since first year. The song continued and Draco's heart sped up debating his options. He could run or.... his hands shook and he battled with himself.
"he loves me" run Draco no one will know
"He loves me not" admit your feelings
"He loves me" Malfoys don't love Draco
"He love's me not," fuck it. Malfoy rounded the tree and leaned down eye to eye with Harry. "He loves you," Draco smirked kissing the boy.
The memory made him laugh. Him and Harry hadnt stayed together but after the war and the kids they both realized they still had feelings so Draco proposed. Ginny accepted it and actually had helped them plan the wedding. Astoria left him and Scorpio but they still couldnt be happier. And tomorrow he'd be complete.
A/N Here's a little Drarry fluff for all my potterhead friends
especially you Draco, sorry for the cringe I wrote it in a day I do not own these characters only my mind
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