WHO: Draco Malfoy & Fleur Weasley
WHAT: Tonight is a big night, folks. Draco wants to say "I love you!"
WHERE: One of the islands.
WHENL Tuesday, all day.
RATING: PG - maaaaaybe their first fade to black. I said big night. Hopefully. Maybe. Musies never do what they are told.
Some of his mates would likely razz him for celebrating a three month anniversary, but Draco didn't care. He had been raised to treat the women he cared about with respect and adoration. Feur was no delicate flower, but he liked treating her as if she was a queen anyway. Oh, they still bickered, but that was the beauty of their relationship. They could debate without anger. They could disagree without fear of rejection. They could
breathe when they were together. Their relationship wouldn't ever happen at home, but Draco was okay with that. He liked the future he heard about from his children and the Potters. He didn't fear it or wish it away. He accepted it while also realizing different village experiences made him fall in love with someone else. It didn't take away from who he would be or who he was; it didn't take away from who Fleur was or would be in her time either. He understood how it was difficult for some to understand or accept, but if their relationship didn't make them care any less about their future (or past) spouses and families, why should their relationship cost them their loved ones? It was complicated, sure, but life always was and Draco refused to bow to anyone who wanted to label him or Fleur as uncaring or different people. He was happy, damn it, and he wasn't going to let anything destroy that. Fleur was not his only source of happiness in the village, but she did have a huge piece of his heart now and he wasn't about to let that go. Still, the magic might have different plans. The magic might snatch either of them back at any moment or bring in a Bill who cherished Fleur or an Astoria who Draco saw his wife in and then what? They
had to celebrate these moments before they were gone. And for that reason? He picked her up early Tuesday morning before surprising her with a magical tent on one of the islands. They'd be alone all day and night.
He made sure there was plenty of catered food from the fancy restaurant along with plenty of sweets and wine. As darkness fell, he also made sure the wireless played. He wrapped a blanket around both of them as they looked out over the water. "I love you." He wanted to say it a few weeks earlier, but chickened out. Now? It seemed right, but his stomach still churned. What if he was going too fast? Or she didn't feel the same?