A/N: This prompt was quite simple to write for. It didn't come out quite as I wanted it to though… ah well.
Prompt #23: 7/31/17
333 words, according to Google docs.
It was strange to be this happy, Draco mused as he watched a certain redheaded girl nimbly ascending a tree near the greenhouses. As she tossed a teasing look back at him, his traitorous lips curved up into a smile and he could not squash the urge to join her.
"Hello, Draco," she said as he reached her branch. "Fancy seeing you up here. I thought you said climbing trees was plebeian."
"Changed my mind," Draco murmured, leaning over to snog her senseless. She didn't mind, after all.
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As Potter cast the curse that would end the Great Battle of Hogwarts, Draco could not remember feeling happier. His mother wrapped her arms around him and he finally allowed himself to relax. His eyes were instinctively drawn to the vibrant red across the Great Hall and he breathed yet another sigh of relief as he saw that Ginny had made it through the fight.
"Mother," he whispered, pulling away slightly. "Can I have a moment?"
"Of course, darling."
And when his own arms wrapped around the sobbing girl that was the love of his life, he thought maybe this happiness business wasn't so bad, after all.
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He was happy as he stood outside room 216 in St. Mungo's - frightened out of his wits, yes, but unbelievably and irrevocably happy. He couldn't even help the smirk that spread over his lips as yet another Weasley brother glared at him - how many of them were there, anyway?
"This is all your fault, you know," Ron muttered as he passed. Draco's smirk widened.
"Yes, I do know," he whispered gleefully, earning a blanch and a look of disgust from the other man.
"Mr. Malfoy?" His head snapped up and he completely forgot about all the Weasleys - well, all except one of them.
"Yes?"
"Your wife is ready to see you."
As he held his firstborn in one arm with his wife wrapped up in the other, he decided that happiness was something he could get used to.