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tumblr’s post interaction is so weird bcs tell me why i can post something and it won’t get likes for a week but suddenly one night at 2:26 am i get 50 ppl liking + commenting

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I will not be leaving tumblr because. There is literally no other good site for posting writing that also promises interaction with others. Stuck here until it crashes and burns, I guess.

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being a writer means that you get a really good idea in your head for a certain character you love, and you get excited to write about it the whole day, and once you get to write the fanfic you realize the plot doesn’t match the characters personality.

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me, reading my own incomplete writing : *gasp* and then what happened?

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Authors Notes:

angst, not a happy ending, mentions of d3ath, draco is kinda a dick. this work is written by natmalfoy, don’t steal. i take suggestions.

word count: 1,448.

just wrote a short draco x [y/n] oneshot based on the song peter by taylor swift and i absolutely adore it. i love that song so much, and i (coincidentally) also adore the movie disney made on peter pan, so i guess you can say i’m an expert on peter and wendy’s dynamic lol. draco in this fic is peter, and [y/n] is wendy. i might post it on my ao3 later, let me know what you think.

I wont confess that I waited.

The young woman’s fingers delicately pressed against the cold, marble, window sill. Her chest began to feel heavy once again as she looked out to the scenery peeking out. The dark trees from the forest created a large shadow in which the woman felt alone. She stood from the loveseat against the sill, trailing the tip of her fingers against the popcorn like bumps on the walls. She dragged her feet, which seemed to be working against her, taking herself back to her bed. The days were long and empty. Her days consisted of sitting in her excuse of a library reading the same three books. Walking in the loosely tended garden while the bottom of her dress got dirty from the piles of dirt and fertilizer. Making tea, and sipping on it until it became too frigid that she had to toss it out. She waited until the day he would arrive, once again.

It had been three years since she saw Draco. Three long excruciatingly long years. 1,095 days of waiting until she’d given up her hope for him to return. He left her due to her safety in regards to the Dark Lord. Once the Dark Lord had fallen he went mad. He was left with the self portrayals of being a monster, and as well as the man who seemed to need to protect all of those who he loved. So he left her. Draco fled with his Mother and Father into hiding, scared from what would be the outcome of the world, and it tore her soul. Before Draco fled, she felt loved. He protected her, embraced her, assured her. He took care of her scars from battle, and conjured her fears into a loving dream. He knew how to make her feel seen, and known. Something that no one in her 20 years of life ever could.

It was vulnerable. Their love was hidden, hushed away in secret. Something so out of reach, but so close that she could taste it. But he never loved her enough, and that’s what hurt. She would’ve fled with him, would’ve never seen the light of day again. How she longed to be in his arms, embraced by his delicate touch that she came to love. The little amount of time the two had together gave the young woman fireworks in her stomach, more than she had ever felt. He knew her. He knew her body and her scars. He knew the the amount of moles she had painted on her arms, which formed constellations on her tan skin. He knew the placement of each stretch mark on her hip. He knew how when she cried her cheeks got red, before her nose did. He knew her lips would go dry after she drank too much wine. He knew her nose would scrunch when she tasted something unpleasant. He knew every little minute detail about her, yet he left her with so much more he could give. All she was left with was with what could it have become. What if’s crossed her mind often. What if Draco had never been selected by the Dark Lord to carry out the deed. What if Draco wasn’t forced into becoming a death-eater. What if the prophecy wasn’t in Lucius’ hands. The woman sighed, as she made her way into her empty bed. The left side always empty, waiting for Draco’s arrival. The black silk sheets gave her more uneasiness, rather than comfort, and the thin, fleece comforter made her more cold than warm. The woman propped herself up on her right side, reaching her land to turn of the lights. Her wand swished, and a glow floated from it, slowly collecting each ray of light from the lamps in her room. She placed down the wand on the wooden nightstand, and returned to lay on her back. She began to close her eyes, and in a way, begged for sleep to take her away faster. As in her dreams, was the only place she had felt happiness since Draco’s absence. As she drifted, her eyelashes fluttered from a small light coming from a gap of the emerald silk curtains draped over the large window. She forced herself to be awoken and reached for her wand. She stood, in a shaky fear. The person on the other side began to tap on the glass, making her gulp. As she placed each step on the ground and walked further, she felt her fear turn into relief. Her muscles relaxed, as well as her grip on her wand. It felt safe. Her gentle fingers found their way to the curtain, and with patience, revealed what stood on the other side. It was a man with icy, blonde hair. His cheekbones and jaw as sharp as a knife. The man had scars on his eyebrows, and one on his lip, which seemed to have been healed, yet permanent. His blueish grey eyes looked like large swimming pools on a gloomy summer’s day. She recognized him immediately. It was him.

A gasp left her lips as she dropped her wand in shock. Her nimble hands rushed to the locks of the window, rusted from the last time she had opened them. Her heart swelled. Adrenaline ran through her bones as she pushed up the window to open it. “Draco,” The woman began, but she didn’t know if she was upset or thrilled. The man’s eyes wandered around the room until they placed themselves back on hers.“You look different. You know,” Draco smiled sheepishly, his teeth as bright as they were before, “I wanted to come and see you earlier.” Her smile faded as she remembered the state of things. Her heart beat faster then a drum, and her stomach fluttered seeing the man she felt that was intertwined to her heart and soul. But it made her yearn, yearn for their past. “It’s been three years, why did you come now?” Her heart began to hurt as Draco hunched over and crawled into the bedroom. Memories fled her mind of when the two were still in school, and so many things had changed. She forced herself to move on, because she was convinced he’d never come back. She painted over the silly doodles Draco painted on her walls and changed the curtains to match. She changed her large bed frame to one that was smaller so it felt like she would be less alone. Memories of Draco in this very room infiltrated her mind, things that she taught herself to forget all came running back. It hurt.

“I had to grow up, [Y/N], can you blame me? My life had to change after the war. I wasn’t a kid anymore.” Draco’s eyes pleaded for the woman’s. “My parents could’ve been killed.”He began, excuses shooting out of his mouth like daggers to her heart. “I had to protect them.”The woman turned his back towards him, almost as a defense from him invading her heart once again. The man she once knew and loved claimed to grow up, but he was exactly the same before he’d left. “And me?” She began, the amount of sorrow built up over the years or waiting for him to return, his expectations finally letting his feet reach the ground began to spew words without her consent. “I could’ve been killed. I had no one there to protect me, Draco.” Her words cut deeper than a knife, and the room was silent besides the occasional shaky breath coming from either one of them. Draco, who expected a different reaction from her, was at a loss of words. His brows furrowed at her suggestion. “Do you think it was easy for me to leave you? I wanted to protect you. I wanted to keep you safe, [Y/N]. I couldn’t have come running to you, they would’ve gotten to you.” She scowled, her eyes looking in every direction besides his. “You said you would come and get me when it was safe. I tried, Draco. I tried to hold on to you. To hold on to us. I had to let go.” Draco flinched at her words and attempted to get near her, yet it felt like with each step he took the farther she went away.

“I never let go of you, [Y/N]. I hope you know that. I forced myself to stay with my parents each day, but every morning when I woke up, I longed for you.”

His words rang in her ears, and although she wanted to give in, it was too late.

She grew up, and he didn’t.