title: the maiden who lives in the willow
pairings: FemHarry/Draco
word count: 378
notes: ok this started as ginny/luna drabble but ended up femharry/draco idek how that happened but well
notes#2: why not write a complete different thing when you have two updates waiting, right?
#
you know her like the back of your hand. you know every shade of red and orange in her hair. you know every little freckle on her face, each of their place. you know the emerald sheen of her eyes, you know it you love it—you worship it.
you know her voice in every levels. you know her whispers and her shouts and her screams and her words. you know how her heart beats, how she breaths when she is excited or sad or furious.
you know every inch of her skin like you know yours, no, even better than your own. you know the curve of her lips, you know the smooth skin of her stomach, you know the birthmark on the middle of her back, you know the scar on her hip that she got because she fell down the stairs while running from her cousin, and it scarred because no one healed it properly. you know the stretch marks on her thighs that came with the puberty. you know the dusky colour of her nipples, you know the sounds she makes when she comes, you know the soft whimpers that comes from her mouth and her hands clenching and the arch in her back.
you know she hates being only known as the girl-who-lived, the chosen one. you know she hates when people underestimate her because she is a girl because she is young because they think she cannot fight. you know she hates having to fight the dark lord without even given a choice, that she has to because that is what is expected of her.
you know she loves when you talk about the wizarding culture that she never had the chance to learn, the history that she never learned, and she actually listens to you. you know she loves when you kiss her softly and she loves when you kiss her with fire—red, burning fire, as red as her hair—and with passion and you know she loves when you play with her hair and when you wrap them around your finger and pull and—and—and when you kiss her hair—
you know you love her and you know you don't ever want to leave her.