Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Harry/Draco/Hermione
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 563
Notes:
30 Day OT3 Competition/Challenge: Day 10 - Family
Pokemon Trading Card Collection Challenge: Suicune - Bonus Shiny - Write about witnessing the Aurora Borealis (northern lights).
Greek Mythology Category Competition: Demeter - Write about a Slytherin.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Astronomy - Task - Write about someone who reflects on their life and noticed how different they were in the past than they were today. Prompt - (character) Draco Malfoy
Draco stared up into the sky. The Aurora Borealis was absolutely spectacular. He never thought he would be able to appreciate something that didn't cost any galleons. Staring up at the sky was so simple, but still, Draco found himself catching his breath at the sheer beauty of it.
Loud giggles sounded under the night sky, and he looked away from the sight. He smiled at the picture of Harry and Hermione huddled underneath a large tree. They alternated between staring up at the sky to looking at each other, conversing in quiet tones. They also sometimes looked at him, easy grins plastered on their faces.
Draco's heart warmed. He never thought he could be this happy. When he was young, sill yearning for his father's approval, he thought he knew what his life would be like when he was an adult.
He thought he'd marry a proper Pure-blood witch, have one child—a son—and maybe even live in a world ruled by Voldemort.
He thought he'd work under his father's tutelage and never complain about what he was being given. It would be normal and safe, the life he was taught to want when he was young.
Did that happen, though?
Considering his current company, the answer was a big, fat no.
"Draco?" Why are you over there all by yourself?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, join us," Harry added. Even in the dark, Draco could see his eyes were mischievously twinkling.
"Just so you can get your hands on my hot body? No, thank you. I'm enjoying the sky way too much."
Draco's eyes traveled back to the lightshow, a carefree smile on his face.
Yes, things were sure a lot more different than he thought they would be. Not only wasn't he married to a proper Pure-blood witch, but he wasn't married at all. Instead, he entered into an unconventional triad relationship. And neither of his lovers were even Pure-bloods. One was a Half-blood, and the other was a Muggle-born. Far from the ideals of blood superiority that he once held as a child.
They made him happier than he had ever been. They knew him. They understood him. And they accepted him. They didn't expect him to change to suit their preferences, and they loved him, flaws and all.
And he loved them. He loved Harry's bravery and determination. He loved that even though Harry was graceful in the sky, he sometimes stumbled over his own feet on the ground. He loved Hermione's intelligence and steadfast loyalty. And he loved that she sometimes got a bit too carried away and made him want to stuff a sock in her mouth.
He wasn't working at the Ministry under his father either. In fact, his father no longer wished to know him because of the life decisions Draco made.
Draco was now an Auror, partnered with Harry, while Hermione took the wizarding world by storm as a lawyer who fought for the rights of creatures and other beings considered lesser than humans.
This definitely wasn't the life he once imagined for himself.
As Harry and Hermione left their tree to join him out in the open, a warm feeling infused his heart as they surrounded him—Harry on one side and Hermione on the other.
He was happy.
He had Harry and Hermione.
They were his lovers. His best friends. His family.
