Hear Her
By : epiphanies
And the world spun.
She grasped his hands in hers and refused to let go because it would mean forever, and she wasn't ready for it. She needed him there.
She could remember their conversation back when she'd first met him, and he said, "When my wife has a child, I don't care what she says. Our children's names are going to be Kent and Lucille."
And she said, "If I were your wife-"
And he said, " You won't be."
A few years later he'd asked her what exactly she was going to say. After all, they were getting married. She'd smiled wistfully and smacked his arm, and walked on down Portabello Road. He'd stopped her and asked her seriously. She'd laughed.
"I was going to say that if I were your wife, I'd tell you to shove a watermelon up your bum, push it out and then you could name it."
He'd laughed.
She was laying down now, and light was beckoning to her. She held his hand to her breast and breathed desperately. He held her close to his heart and whispered, "Just push honey, everything is going to be alright."
And she laughed despite herself.
"You still hell bent on Lucille and Kent?"
His tears dropped onto her hands and they stayed there, silken and loving, and she stroked his face with them.
"Name her Lucille."
"What if it's a boy?"
"Kent."
"No. I can't. Her name will be Pansy."
"Shut up. Pansy Malfoy? That's a terrible name," she chuckled weakly, "Do not curse her."
"She'll be beautiful."
"She's ours."
"I'll tell her."
"Promise?"
"I swear to Grindelwald."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"Draco, I can hear crying…I can hear her crying…"
He cried with his daughter and held her to his heart.
And the world spun.