Me and harry decided it was time to get new robes in time for our friends (Ron + hermione's) wedding. Now, you'd think they'd have been married first but nope.
Walking down the street of diagon alley, we make small talk whilst our hands are interlocked. A comforting feeling that is not foreign to any of us. I push open the glass do with intricate designs and stepping up onto the timber floor, pulling harry with me due to our alignment.
Once we get into a spot near the front with minimal people, I drop his hand and whisper
"Hey, I'm just going over to the silk area, see you in 15 minutes?"
He whispers back "yeah. Of course love, just find me when your ready." And with that, my glistening shoes clatter on the floor as I walk up to the finest silk in the store.
A malfoy has the best, in my case it's this fabric. Firstly, I skid my fingers over a crimson colour in the boutique.
Too dark.
Therefore, I steadily tred to the shelf opposite me and find a gorgeous light yellow and mid orange tone. I tilt my head and concentration paints along my face as I picture scenarios with what textures I can add to it to make it looks perfect.
Too light and warm.
Until I remembered, the pallettes near the window are always the best because they want to show it off so I glide to the natural/traditional robe colours. The first one that catches my sight is a silk slytherin-green colour with a velvety texture.
Perfect.
It's a dark green with a tone of black .
I lightly pick up the sample of fabric and bring it over to the counter where the workers are to explain my idea of a robe. I drum my fingers on the marble countertop before I ding the small golden bell situated on the surface. A worker instantly comes up to me across the barrier and says in a professional manner
"Hello, how may I help you today?"
I plaster the classic customer smile and say "yes, hello. I have a wedding in about 2 weeks and I would like this fabric with a golden or silver texture around the edges of it. " she then looked up at me and displayed a sour look but immediately hid it, but a distaste tone in her voice lingered.
"Oh well, I don't know if that could be possible with that specific layout Mr. Malfoy-" she says with a sickeningly sweet smile.
Ugh, here we fucking go again.
However despite my rising frustration, I remain calm.
"I know it's possible, it's my usual every single time I come here and the silk is in-between therefore its not difficult to penetrate the designs and not too thin so it breaks."
At my knowledge of fashion, she looks taken aback but she continues with her act. " we just can't do that, I'm.very sorry Mr.malfoy"
The last 4 words she practically spat out with gritted teeth, my demeanour snaps for a second.
"Oh, but you can. And for future reference it's Mr.malfoy- Potter." I state in my sassy tone but in a way as if explaining the simplest thing to someone.
At this point she begins contradicting me and trying to call me a liar."you know, its not good to pretend to take a good person's last name just to be served. " dismissing me yet again. "Your request is too precise"
"Oh really? " I say with a bored tone and rolling my eyes I respond "your wrong there, because its my husbands last name." Smirking I raise my voice slightly so harry can hear me from thr other side of the store ;
"Isn't that right, babe?" Turning round to harry to meet his eyes whilst resting back onto the corner of the table. Before I know it, a smile grows onto Harry's face as he jogs over to my spot at the counter.
"What's up?" He asks reaching his hand down to intertwine our fingers again. Causing the woman in front of us to stutter but before she could get a word in I began saying
"Oh nothing, just checking but we are married . Correct?" Staring at him with innocence portrayed in my eyes. His usual rested posture tenses slightly at my question whilst confusion writes itself onto his face.
"What? Yeah, of course we are." He replies as he lifts our locked hands and presses a kiss to my wedding and engagement ring on my finger. My face grins with a tone of mischief and a look of 'I told you so'
"Good, because that's what I remember by the memory of our ceremony but this woman seems to believe the idea that I'm using your last name to get served." He whips his head around in an instant .
"Excuse me? Your accusing him of blackmail? Lieing? Your not allowed to assume anything as a worker." He says sternly and in anger until I squeeze his hand to calm him down. The woman finally manages to spit out a few words amidst of her shock stutter
"W-well..i- you know- thought that it was an excuse a-and didn't really think he was your..." towards the end she shown a face of shame and distaste which, harry did NOT take lightly.
"Husband? Is that what your trying to say, you didn't realise he was actually married to me?" Anyone could tell his rising frustration and anger rebuilding from any distance.
We both think the same thing:
What a homophobic bitch.
She then responds "Well no, because your good and i just naturally guessed-"
My harry cuts her off again "you guessed what? Good people can't be gay too? That's he's damaged? Well think again." He says in a strict tone ( like that one time in umbridge 's office).
This cuts her out of the confidence as she mutters "Oh yes, very well then. If Mr malfoy-...potter. would like to come this way we can measure him and get it done right away"
This time, I speak up. "No bother, we'll be back another day I'm quite okay for now."
And with that I swiftly turned and we walk out of the shop a sound of a bell singing as we shut the door.
"My god, I can't deal with homophobic, prejudiced prats" Harry angrily mutters. Allowing his head to drop into the middle of my chest. I chuckle and press a kiss to his neck.
"I know, baby. Hey, why don't we just go for a quick drink and get back home, try Thursday?" I suggest as I stroke his back with my knuckles. He looks up at me and smiles.
"Yeah, let's go do that" Harry sighs before giving me a kiss.
"Let's go" tilting my head in the direction as a hint. My husband laces our fingers together again, our wedding rings meeting, and he leads us down to the 'three broomsticks' . On our way there we stay in peaceful silence, the wind and snow as the only background noise.
As we got in there and I found us a table, I sat down which he replied with
"What would you like draco?"
"Just a butter beer please, love." Smiling at him. Harry lifts our intertwined hands and pressed a kiss to them again. Before taking off to the line in order to get our drinks.
While hes gone, my mind wanders 'will people ever not? Like leave us alone. He doesn't deserve this. This curse. But we don't care because we know the truth.' I'm only broken out of them when a brown haired man who had blonde streaks and looked around 3 years younger than me approached. He tried making conversation.
"Hello! " He's way too cheerful.
To not be rude, I say "Hello...?"
"Oh, its cedric! Nice to meet you." He exclaims.
Atleast I know his name. Eh. Doesn't make a difference.
"Oh hello. Cedric. Everything okay?" I say looking frantically wishing harry returns soon.
"Yeah, I'm good" he says blushing. 'What the fuck?' I thought.
"Anyway, I was wondering if you could accompany me back to my flat? Or even dinner? You look astonishing." He says slowly walking closer to me. However I bring my right hand that shows off my ring and place my chin on it so the fingertips are holding my face, which he doesn't seem to realise.
"Unfortunately not. I'm waiting for someone" disregarding him trying to get him to leave.
"Well, it doesn't look like their coming. So...-" He is cut off by harry who comes back stumbling a little trying to hold the two beers without spilling a drop. Shouting "Hello, my love!!"
I chuckle and look at him fondly, "are you already drunk? You've only been there for 5 minutes."
"No, the floor is just slippy" he chuckles along with me. He sets them down and only then does he notice the male who invited himself standing next to me.
"Who's this?" Harry asks staring at me then him directly. "What's going on here?"
"He just came up-" However I'm cut off by "cedric " glaring back at harry and sternly saying
"I'm cedric, who are you?"
"I'm harry..potter. his husband." Harry admits strictly before sitting down across from me. Like the woman from before, this leaves the younger man baffled and stuttery.
"W-wait what??!" By the time he turns his head to me I have my right hand in the air, palm near my face, wiggling my ring finger which displays a shiny, diamond ring with freckles of emerald. It truly was beautiful.
After that, his face flushes and he flees the booth. I roll my eyes as harry chuckles.
"What was all that about?"
"Well, basically. After you left he came up to me and tried flirting with me, you know the usual? Wanting me to go with him to his house, dinner and etcetera but like I told him no, I'm waiting for someone. And he just wouldn't leave so I tried flashing him my wedding ring but I guess he didn't get the memo. "
Thankfully, harry didn't get mad and we both only laughed at the situation and mocking it for the next 30 minutes until we finished our drinks.
We soon apparated home and tiredness washed over me like a wave so I took us both up to bed with our hands locked. Wandlessly and wordlessly, I locked our door and windows whilst drawing the curtains to block out the light despite it being 7pm at night. We both change into our pyjamas and get under the covers in bed.
I'm layed facing him on the left pillow, while he's on the right. And he's got a hand on my face swiping a thumb along my cheek as I'm stroking my fingertips up and down his arm. We make small talk until I notice he becomes more drowsy. So I move the hair away from his face and kisses his forehead before pulling him onto my chest to where he's nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck . I can hear the calming sound of his breath evening out as he falls asleep in my arms, with them wrapped around his back and legs intertwined. I could die early with him wrapped in my hold.
"I love you so so much sweetheart" mumbling into his hair before I lay down further, gently trying not to wake him and twirling his hair strands until I fall into unconsciousness myself.