The smell of lavender
by:Arwen Sauron
Draco awoke to the sun flooding his bedroom. He sighed as the smell of soft lavender filled his lungs, intoxicating him with every breath. He loved that smell. It had been her smell. He had loved watching her mist it over her smooth skin. Oh, how he tried not to show it when she had put on far too much, and he found himself with an excruciating headache.
Almost everything reminded him of her. From the plenty of dents in the walls, she had so graciously supplied due to her regular tantrums, to the once beautiful lavenders planted in the front yard, lining the edge of the house she had insisted be painted pink.
He remembered the many times he had come home from one of his business trips to find her sprawled across the kitchen floor with tears streaming down her cheeks, because she had burnt his 'Welcome Home' cake. And he especially remembered the time he had oh so mistakenly burst into a fit of laughter and she wouldn't speak to him for a week.
He loved the way she would brush his hair out of his eyes with her fingertips, and loved it even more the way she would frown as he shook it back to it's former position.
He loved how she would always be sure to wake up before him, so she could put on that dreadful makeup, even though he thought she was far more beautiful without it.
He loved the black dress he had bought her, that had never left her closet full of blinding yellow and purple ones that just screamed "Crazy Git".
He loved how she would beg him to go outside with her everytime it rained, and they would always end up lying in an enormous puddle. The funny thing was, when they would walk inside the house to find mud trailing behind them, she would immediately start to whine and bicker at him ,telling him how stupid it was of him to make her go outside in the pouring rain.
He especially loved the way she would tell him that she wanted him to hold her forever.
Draco smiled at the thought of his wife and brushed away a stray tear, as it clung to the tip of his nose. As he pulled off his pajamas, replacing them with the only set of clothes he had bothered to wear for a week, something caught his eye. His hands stroked the pearl necklace she had loved, oh so much. He could still make out the last time she had worn it. She had looked beautiful as she gracefully made her way down the long staircase, as if she were floating on air. Her flowing black hair falling into her rich brown eyes, and resting on her angelic white gown. Her lips were painted a gorgeous red that had come off onto Draco's lips when he kissed her. He hadn't minded though, he just loved to be with her.
Draco pushed the thought from his mind and quickly headed downstairs, and out the front door.
As he reached her grave he found tears beginning to pour rapidly from his tired eyes. He tried at once to stop them, but knew it was no use.
Why had she been taken from him? What had she done wrong? Questions kept flooding his thoughts. The same ones he had lingered on for the past two weeks since she had been taken from him. He had loved her, so, so much. He was truly happy for the first time in his life, and then everything had just fallen away. He was stripped of the one thing that actually made sense in his life.
He sat down next to the grave and lifted his hands to the gray stone. He slowly began to trace her name with his fingertips. His hands lingered on the grave for hours and then he slowly began to stand up.
He turned around without a last look at the grave and began to walk away when he remembered something she had once said to him.
He turned back around and sat down beside the grave of his wife. He placed his arms as far around the polished stone as they could possibly go and rested his head on the top. All she wanted was for him to hold her forever.
by:Arwen Sauron
Draco awoke to the sun flooding his bedroom. He sighed as the smell of soft lavender filled his lungs, intoxicating him with every breath. He loved that smell. It had been her smell. He had loved watching her mist it over her smooth skin. Oh, how he tried not to show it when she had put on far too much, and he found himself with an excruciating headache.
Almost everything reminded him of her. From the plenty of dents in the walls, she had so graciously supplied due to her regular tantrums, to the once beautiful lavenders planted in the front yard, lining the edge of the house she had insisted be painted pink.
He remembered the many times he had come home from one of his business trips to find her sprawled across the kitchen floor with tears streaming down her cheeks, because she had burnt his 'Welcome Home' cake. And he especially remembered the time he had oh so mistakenly burst into a fit of laughter and she wouldn't speak to him for a week.
He loved the way she would brush his hair out of his eyes with her fingertips, and loved it even more the way she would frown as he shook it back to it's former position.
He loved how she would always be sure to wake up before him, so she could put on that dreadful makeup, even though he thought she was far more beautiful without it.
He loved the black dress he had bought her, that had never left her closet full of blinding yellow and purple ones that just screamed "Crazy Git".
He loved how she would beg him to go outside with her everytime it rained, and they would always end up lying in an enormous puddle. The funny thing was, when they would walk inside the house to find mud trailing behind them, she would immediately start to whine and bicker at him ,telling him how stupid it was of him to make her go outside in the pouring rain.
He especially loved the way she would tell him that she wanted him to hold her forever.
Draco smiled at the thought of his wife and brushed away a stray tear, as it clung to the tip of his nose. As he pulled off his pajamas, replacing them with the only set of clothes he had bothered to wear for a week, something caught his eye. His hands stroked the pearl necklace she had loved, oh so much. He could still make out the last time she had worn it. She had looked beautiful as she gracefully made her way down the long staircase, as if she were floating on air. Her flowing black hair falling into her rich brown eyes, and resting on her angelic white gown. Her lips were painted a gorgeous red that had come off onto Draco's lips when he kissed her. He hadn't minded though, he just loved to be with her.
Draco pushed the thought from his mind and quickly headed downstairs, and out the front door.
As he reached her grave he found tears beginning to pour rapidly from his tired eyes. He tried at once to stop them, but knew it was no use.
Why had she been taken from him? What had she done wrong? Questions kept flooding his thoughts. The same ones he had lingered on for the past two weeks since she had been taken from him. He had loved her, so, so much. He was truly happy for the first time in his life, and then everything had just fallen away. He was stripped of the one thing that actually made sense in his life.
He sat down next to the grave and lifted his hands to the gray stone. He slowly began to trace her name with his fingertips. His hands lingered on the grave for hours and then he slowly began to stand up.
He turned around without a last look at the grave and began to walk away when he remembered something she had once said to him.
He turned back around and sat down beside the grave of his wife. He placed his arms as far around the polished stone as they could possibly go and rested his head on the top. All she wanted was for him to hold her forever.