A/N: Warnings: contains mild swearing.
I literally just wrote half a fic in first conditional. I don't know if I'm crazy or I should be proud of myself.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Arithmancy Assignment #2 – Write about something being completely one thing or another, never both (dreams and reality).
Youtuber Quote Challenge: "You're looking handsome today. Go fuck yourself."
Level Up Challenge: Tutorial/Stage 1/Task 3: Write about your OTP, max. 3000 words (romantic trait).
The If You Dare Challenge: 268 (obnoxious behaviour)
Era Boot Camp Challenge: Trio Era #3 (Prompt #19 – reflection)
Gringotts:
Pairings: Hermione/Draco
Colour Prompts: chestnut
Verbs: wake, turn, care, snore, step, woke, startle, broke, spit, need
Adjectives: spectacular, beautiful, happy, right, respective, obnoxious, dreadful, fierce
Nouns: dream, bathroom, clock, job, morning, moment
Every day, he would wake up in the morning, and he would turn to face the girl beside him, who would still be lightly snoring beside him. Locks of her chestnut hair would have fallen in her face, though she wouldn't seem to care about it, at least not while she was asleep.
He would think about how she looked spectacular in those moments.
No, scratch that, she would always look beautiful to him. He could stare at her for hours, and it would still not be enough.
On days like these, everything would feel so peaceful. It was years after the war, but both them would still have the memories and the nightmares, but somehow, they would find comfort in each other. Whenever they'd sleep together, their demons would go away. On days like these, he'd feel like they wouldn't come back either.
He would crawl out of their bed, and he would step into the bathroom to get ready. He would stare at the mirror on the wall, and his reflection would tell him that it was all right. Everything was all right. And he would smile, because he knew it would be true.
He would smile because he'd know that his life was on the right track. He'd smile because he would know he had his dream girl, right next to him.
On days like those, he would feel happy.
Draco woke up with a start again. Even though he was used to having these dreams from time to time, they would still startle him.
He noticed it was still before dawn. He looked at his clock, which was ticking peacefully, like it has always done. It was barely after 3 AM, but Draco knew he couldn't go back to sleep.
If there was one thing he hated about these dreams, it would be that they weren't real. Not at all, and it didn't even matter how hard he tried. The girl still hated his guts, even though their opposition wasn't as fierce as it used to be. Occasionally, they would spit a few unsophisticated words at each other, she would comment on his obnoxious behaviour, and he would just make a remark about her dreadful looks.
Even though he would do almost anything to tell her otherwise. He didn't think she looked dreadful, not at all.
And after their innuendo, both of them would go on and live their respective everyday lives.
Draco sighed at the thought. He looked around his room after his eyes got used to the darkness. He was completely alone, only the ticking of the clock broke the deafening silence in the room. He shook his head after a moment, and picked up a few clothes before strolling towards the bathroom.
He looked in the mirror, but it only told him something like "You're looking handsome today. Go fuck yourself.", and he had to agree with it.
Some may think Draco Malfoy lived a rather happy life. He was rich, the witches were falling for him, he had a nice and easy job, what else would he need?
He knew the answer. He needed the only woman he couldn't have.
What a shame, he thought, that those dreams would never come true.