𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

't Zand

't Zand ~ a music piece orchestrated by Randy Oppenheim

{Draco's POV}

Spending time with (y/n) was never dull. I was infatuated with how much I riveted in her presence, I practically crumbled at even the sight. It was her first time visiting my not so humble of ode, though we had been dating for a long time, I never intended on letting her crossing the fine line between the man I was with her and the scared little boy I was in the residence that were Malfoy Manor. But I knew, for her to really know and adore every bone in my body, I had to let her see the agony that formed that oh so cold facade I often put on. I had to let her see the pain behind being a Malfoy, because it is exceptionally lonely, being Draco Malfoy. My parents weren't home on this particular Sunday, the fog lay thick through the windows as the rain revealed itself dramatically. The rain and I had quite an understanding. The sunshine always greatly appreciated, but no one seemed to relish in the way the water fed the trees and said hello to the flowers in a warm manner, apart from (y/n). It was one of the reasons I loved her, really. In which she, like me, found great comfort in the darkness, in the rain, in the grey clouds standing proudly amongst the sky. She were the trees I found great excitement in visiting to water and give life to as I parted from the clouds. I lounged lazily on an armchair, taking in all that were the grey weather. It were then, a muffled tune began to play a few rooms away. It were none other than 't Zand. My parents often enjoyed torturing me with those awful classics. Beethoven and others. I'd grown to despise the work of a piano, or any music for that matter, all until the night of the Yule Ball. I had taken the girl of my dreams, (y/n), the night had not sailed too smoothly. But the last dance, the last dance were the saviour to our sinking ship. Her eyes lit up at the magnificent voice of the enchanting piano, I took my chance and held my hand out to dance. It was without doubt one of the best nights of my life.

I took to the music room, the ceilings so tall in this house I didn't consider home, the music echoed throughout the entire space. I leaned against the doorframe, taking in her posture, the very way her hips dipped slightly, her spine straight and held her back in pride. Her head slightly turning as her delicate fingers traced the keys, she radiated beauty. She was simply, an angel. (y/n) swivelled her head, noticing me in the corner of her eye.

'Spying on me are we?' She began to fumble at the keys, my presence distracting her.

'Cant stop staring at me can we?' I chuckled, in awe of how adorable she was. With the wave of my wand, the keys began to play by themselves. I reached my hand out, taking me back to our very first dance.

'May I have this dance, my love?' The same charm fell behind my eyes, I knew this because she swooned in the same way she did on the night of the Yule Ball.

'I guess so.' It were as if we were reciting that night, finding great pleasure in how far we'd come and how well we knew it with the simplicity of a song. I snaked one hand around her waist, and held her impossibly dainty hand in mine. As we swayed and twirled, the most delightful smile revealed her toothy grin. I found myself lost in her eyes, taking me back to the first time I saw her.

'Draco, I really do love you, you know.' She blurted, clearly enchanted by this moment as much as me. I felt a familiar smirk creep up onto my face, in awe of her inability to never not be nervous around me.

'(y/n). I really do love you too.'

I know it's quite short but I was just listening to some piano music and couldn't help myself! I know I often do it from readers POV but I just felt this would be better in Draco's eyes. I was also thinking of actually writing a full fan fic, let me know if you'd be interested in reading :))