fic: flowery
Feb. 16th, 2021 03:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vvitchsdesireao3 || wattpad || ffnet
Title: flowery
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Wordcount: 200
Summary: He was not good with feelings, truth be told.
He was not good with feelings, truth be told: Draco had learned all his life to keep a careful facade of cool neutrality, even inside his solitary house.
Draco had fallen in love with Luna, who even though had blood as pure as his, cared not for the etiquette rules drilled into Draco’s mind since he was young. And when Luna reciprocated, Draco’s first thought was of the thick tome delineating courting rules for pureblood wizards.
He’d sent Luna flowers. She had approached him, held his hands and said this wasn’t needed at all; if he wanted to talk with her, all he had to do was come to her, and Draco had been flustered at the faux pas.
Nowadays, though - so used to Luna's freedom -, he probably wouldn’t be able to name the rules. He had mellowed out thanks to her.
He arrived home from work and there she was, arranging the flowers he'd sent earlier, during lunch, to her. Luna smiled, approached him, smelling like lavender and earth.
"Welcome home." She said, and Draco kissed her. Home was not cold anymore, opressive as it had been. No, home was warm and had Luna. He couldn't ask for more.
Title: flowery
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Wordcount: 200
Summary: He was not good with feelings, truth be told.
He was not good with feelings, truth be told: Draco had learned all his life to keep a careful facade of cool neutrality, even inside his solitary house.
Draco had fallen in love with Luna, who even though had blood as pure as his, cared not for the etiquette rules drilled into Draco’s mind since he was young. And when Luna reciprocated, Draco’s first thought was of the thick tome delineating courting rules for pureblood wizards.
He’d sent Luna flowers. She had approached him, held his hands and said this wasn’t needed at all; if he wanted to talk with her, all he had to do was come to her, and Draco had been flustered at the faux pas.
Nowadays, though - so used to Luna's freedom -, he probably wouldn’t be able to name the rules. He had mellowed out thanks to her.
He arrived home from work and there she was, arranging the flowers he'd sent earlier, during lunch, to her. Luna smiled, approached him, smelling like lavender and earth.
"Welcome home." She said, and Draco kissed her. Home was not cold anymore, opressive as it had been. No, home was warm and had Luna. He couldn't ask for more.
