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malfoygrass · 4 years ago

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Could you write a short fic on Draco having a nightmare about Astoria dying or getting hurt but waking up and finding her right beside him?

His boggart, his patronus.

The vanishing cabinet was almost repaired, his hard work would soon pay off and things were going according to the plan. Draco was almost proud of himself as the fear in people's eyes increased.

Soon, the dark lord would be in Hogwarts and there would be nothing to do to stop his new regime. He should be happy. But he felt everything but.

Draco wondered when was the last time he had fun, taking the mark didn't lend itself for much smiling. Merlin knew he'd forgotten how to do that too.

"Ack what was that?" He muttered to himself as he passed by a tower of badly transfigured mouse-matchboxes, bumping into a pile of divination cushions that came down with a muted crash.

The room of lost things was filled with all sort of strange things, more often than not Draco had to watch himself on the way to the door, given that who knows what could end up attached to his robe or found in his room.

Momentarily distracted Draco didn't notice that the cushions had dislocated the latch on a boggart closet, not until it was too late.

The sound of the door opening startled Draco, easily grabbing his attention and making him slowly turn around.

Behind him, in a perfect imitation of the real thing, stood Astoria Greengrass, smiling.

For a moment Draco felt confused, stealing moments behind people's back with little Astoria was the only thing that made him smile these days. He didn't understand why a boggart would look like her, not unless...

And right on cue the boggart morphed into Voldemort, coldly waving his wand in the air, then back to Astoria again...but now she wasn't smiling.

Draco felt his fear racket up to the celling as little Astoria mutely held a hand to her mouth and began sputtering blood before crumpling to the ground and twitching and twisting violently in a textbook rendition of the Cruciatus curse.

Draco tried to think of a counter curse, what was it that Lupin had said worked on boggarts?

"Stop! Just stop" he shouted, Astoria continued twisting, her mouth open in a silent scream, fingernails clawing at her robes, blood flowing everywhere and Draco didn't know what to do, he held out his wand but he couldn't think, his brain kept telling him that anything he cast would undoubtedly kill her, still he found it in himself to cast "Protego Maxima" long enough to disengage the boggart's focus on him.

The minute the boggart stopped being Astoria, Draco shouted "Bombarda" making the boggart and it's closet explode in a million pieces.

Once that was done, he ran.

Crabbe and Goyle tried to ask him what was wrong, but he ignored them with an insincere platitude and kept focused on finding her.

The common room was empty and he didn't see her in the great hall, which only made him more frantic, until he remembered that Astoria usually spent her weekends in the herbology greenhouses doing extra credit in exchange for potion ingredients.

He spotted her in the east wing, calmly taking care of some magical bonsais and for the first time since the boggart, felt his anxiety subside.

Draco stood back at the door watching as little Greengrass floated delicately in and out of the rows of plants, humming 'Lavender Blue' under her breath and trimming her favorite flowers to a perfect length.

His frantic heartbeat got slower as he began registering all the ways the boggart had gotten her likeness wrong. Her lips weren't that small, her eyes held a spark, she was shorter than her replica and she never left her hair down, always tying it back with a ribbon or braiding it into a delicate style in the crown of her head. Her arms had faint dots of dragonpox that still refused to fade and she never left the common room without her silver grass shaped earnings.

Draco counted to ten, focusing again in what was distinguishing about Astoria Greengrass.

When she noticed him lurking in the doorway, she smiled, but didn't say anything not even to ask him what was wrong, tough his whole demeanor screamed that he needed something.

Instead, Astoria transfigured a bench into a cushioned arm chair and turned back to her flowers "where was I? Ah yes Marigold for calm, Rosemary for stress, Gardenia for energy and... Here we are" she plucked a shaft of something from a hanging trellis "spearmint for easy breathing" she didn't turn to look at him "flowers are almost therapeutic this time of the year, their aroma is the best medicine for some people"

It was her way of saying 'Draco, breathe'

Following her lead, he inhaled deeply and sat behind her without replying, glad that she didn't push him, absorbing the fragrant scent of his suroundings and the sight of his favorite gardener girl ...

Because she was right, the smell of those flowers did make him feel better.

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Draco Malfoy woke up from his nightmare with a start. It shouldn't surprise him that his mind had gone there after spending the previous day practicing the patronus charm with Astoria and falling asleep with his head in her lap.

This was the first time she'd ever stayed at his place, her magic too exhausted to even muster a floo and ever the lady, she made a point in staying up late reading him things out of "Kim Shin's theory on Patronus" until they both fell asleep.

He'd often wondered why his biggest fear had taken shape of her, Voldemort he understood, hell everyone was afraid of the dark lord, but why would his worst fear take shape of her?.

Until they began practicing the patronus charm.

Most of his happy childhood memories had been shoved aside when his mother taught him Oclumency, after that, any happy moment was both treasured and locked away. But he could remember Astoria's smiles in between all that.

The year he'd taken the mark was also the year he'd first snuck out of the dungeons to feed the giant squid with her, helped her with her arithmancy homework and held her hand. It surprised him to think that even then, spending time with Astoria was like a promise of the future for him.

Had he been so afraid of losing hope that it had taken the shape of her? To think of Voldemort killing his hopes for the future, was to think of Astoria's death too.

"Time for bed, you can't just stay here" he whispered picking her up from where she'd also fallen asleep, glad that his nightmare remained just that: a bad dream. He smiled content, feeling her automatically turn to his chest and burrow her nose into his scent, peacefully accepting his hold as he carried her to the guest room and pressed a kiss to her forehead "sleep well little Greengrass"

"Okay" came the mumbled reply from the beautiful sleeping girl.

Draco chuckled, lately all his good memories included Astoria, she made him feel light, hopeful, almost weightless. There was never judgement in her eyes, or accusations, she simply believed he could be a better man...And at her side, he wanted to be.

He ruminated the thought for a moment, thinking about how a future with Astoria Greengrass would look. A promise of forever with only good things ahead of them.

With that idea in mind then he moved his wand "Expecto Patronum" he whispered holding the image of his mind in place.

And a small silver snake shimmered out of his wand, twirling around him like one of Astoria's hair ribbons.

An: I really really liked writing this!

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