The Fool ✝

[ This is more than likely going to be my only piece in the #malfoid trend, not because I can't write or anything like that, it's because I don't know enough about the story. I never grew up on HP, I binged the movies in a week during a summer break and don't retain that much information besides the main story beats. I love the trend though, it does make for a better story and ending than what JK came up with. I'll try and to write more in general but what I write will more than likely be original, but if another Malfoid post does give me inspiration, I'll grab the pen again] The last few months have been trying for the Potter household, with Lyra being birthed and the demanding work that has been taking Harry for days at a time, a moment of peace has been birthed this night. With Lyra sleeping calmly in the other room, the two were cleaning up what remains of the dinner they just had. After he finished drying the last dish, the silver blonde madam next to him let out a sigh mixed with both relief and exhaustion. He let out a silent chuckle after placing the last dish in the strainer he stepped behind her as she rested her hands on the countertop, he gave her a soft embrace. She unconsciously leaned back into him, accepting. They lingered for a couple of seconds, then Harry tried to pull away only for Draceana to keep him. “I’m not finished yet, Pottah.” He grinned and continued the embrace. He remembered a time before they had begun a relationship together that was similar to this one, of the two of them in an embrace. He suddenly had an idea, given the fact they had this moment of peace. When she finally was done basking his warmth and parted, “Draceana, can you wait in here for a quick second?” Confused, she waved her hand in agreement and left to head into the living room. With a quick wave of his hand he created a huge open space in the room as well as turning on the record player at a low enough volume to not disturb the sleeping Lyra. Harry poked his head around the corner into the kitchen, “You can come out now.” She followed. When she entered the newly rearranged living room, Harry bowed and offered a hand, “May I have this dance madam?” She placed her hand into his, “You may.” He rose from his bow and pulled her close. He placed his free hand around her back while she rested her free hand on his chest, as they started to slow dance to the quiet melody coming from the record player. “What brought this on Potter, just wanted to dance? We could’ve done that back in the kitchen without worry about rearranging the living room.” She said in a hushed tone resting her head on his shoulder. “I thought we could finish our second dance we had out in the maze, you used the same shampoo back then too.” She blushed. “How did you know, how could you remember from such a long time ago?” “How could I forget the night I started to fall for you, especially after that night, I only looked at you. I just simply followed your orders.” Her blush grew deeper and the hand she had on his chest became a fist as she lightly hammered it into his chest to get him to stop. It was also the night she fell for him as well, she was pleased to hear that he only looked towards since then. “So much has changed since then.” “Yea but I’m glad my feelings never change, wavered yes but changed no.” He ended that sentence a bit more stern then when started, as his free hand traced a scar she had on her body. She smiled and leaned her entire body weight into him. He took it and continued the dance. “I was the same as well, Harry.” When the song began to die down, she parted and looked into the deep green irises of the who she loved . Even if it was a few seconds it felt like hours to her. Harry wasn’t so different, the deep grey of irises. “I love you and always have, Draceana.” “I love you too, Harry.” Both leaned into a deep kiss, both never wanted to part for what felt like days only for the cries of Lyra forcing them to part their lips. Draceana gave a pleading look to which Harry let out a sigh of his own, gave her a quick peck on the lips and released the embrace. She raced out only to come back into the doorway and wave goodbye to her lover. He turned to the living room and began to rearrange the living room back to what it was before.