dramione. “They’ve spent their entire lives holding onto each other.”
They’ve spent their whole lives holding onto each other. Narcissa remembers Draco’s tiny baby fingers wrapped around her thumb. His hand trustingly in hers when they walked down the pavement. She sent him cookies and cakes at school to take care of him, then when things got bad begged a man to protect him. Funny how she could still feel the chubby, toddler hand in hers as she watched him slip a ring onto Hermione Granger’s finger.
If you’d asked her three years ago if she’d trust any woman with her only son, she would have said no. Not her child. Not in this post-war world. Not with that mark on his arm. But this one – this curly-haired war heroine who dared the world to come at her with a flash of her brown eyes – this one would keep him safe. This one would fight for him. This one would love him.
For this one, she could let go.from this prompt game
