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parasol
She twirled strands of hair around her fingers as she walked, eyes searching the ground for a blond head of hair. Biting her lips thoughtfully, she ducked into the empty doorway of the nearest shop, heavy bags dragging her arms down.
He wasn't there. It was pretty evident that he had forgotten. Pansy sighed, turning on her pointy black heels, blue eyes closing against the sharp and sudden wind that swept around her.
Something made her stop, something so delicate, so purple, so perfect. Decisive, she turned around, clattering through the store, her hands stretching out to pluck the innocent parasol from where it had stood in its black stand.
Two Galleons later, and it was hers, resting softly in her hands as she examined it. Her mother had owned a parasol once, and had treasured it, with all her already-shattered heart, before it had been burnt to nothing but black ashes, ashes that had been trampled into the ground by the sudden fleeing of the group of Deatheaters.
That wouldn't happen to this one, she swore silently, tucking the parcel in one of her nearly-empty bags, shifting the load around on her arms. A hand reached up to tuck a black curl behind her ear, before she stepped out of the doorway.
And into Draco's chest, the sudden stop making her nearly fall over, stumbling on her heels. He grasped a hold on her arm, pulling her upright, before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "I'm sorry that I'm late," he told her, looping her arm through his, the couple making their way through the crowd.
"No need to explain," she said, smiling cheerfully up at him. He returned the favour, tiredly brushing a hand through his messy hair, strands falling over his eyes.
In a way, she was glad that he had been late. If he hadn't, she never would have ducked into that store, and never would have found that parasol; that perfectly purple, delicate parasol.
An early update because I won't be here for a few days. Enjoy, and leave your thoughts in a review.