I. In Your Arms
Draco sat in the rocking chair next to the crib. The whimpering baby in his arms slowly weakened, his strength leaving him; he hiccuped between quiet sobs, last tears fighting their way to freedom.
His fingers gently ran through the light, blond hair of his protégé. With soft, murmured words in his pleasant, deep voice, he told stories about a world full of magic.
She watched him as he sat with their son in his much too large for the tiny being's arms, radiating a warm, secure feeling. Not only for the now peacefully sleeping child, but also for her.
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Hello :)
So, this is the first project of my own (normally I translate English stories into German) and the lovely dayflowhas checked my English – thanks for that. My German betas are Amira Flavia and sunandstars123.
In Your Arms is a collection of drabbles about Draco and his son from the cradle to the grave.
Have fun and thanks for the feedback!
Best wishes,
Ivy