The Way His Fingers Touched His Cheek - Tumblr Posts

Blurb Idea: Draco finds the first snitch he caugjt and gave you in second year and his just heart melts

a/n: ok this isn’t fic length or anything but it’s definitely not blurb length. i think it’s nice tho so here you go love

memory

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draco didn’t even remember what he’d been searching for in your drawer. his gaze had been set on a pile of old things that he knew had meaning to you. there were a few things from your childhood you’d told him about, a number of gifts or souvenirs from dating him, and other trinkets and knick-knacks.

what he hadn’t expected you to keep all these years later was his first attempt to woo you, his very first full-blown crush. you’d kept the first golden snitch that draco caught in a quidditch match and even kept it polished so that it was just as shiny as it was the day he gave it to you.

second year, his hair had been pooled in post-game sweat and he was parading around with a smug but toothy grin. draco had spotted you next to your friends and heart racing, ran over to you. he’d been hoping with enough will to near a prayer underneath that cocky demeanor that you’d seen the match. seen him.

a soft smile grazed his lips and he ran his thumb over the snitch, as if rubbing away dirt though there was none. something about you could always fill draco with that same rush of enamour when he was stealing glances at you during class. even now, having called you his for years now, draco had a frenzy of butterflies thinking of your lovely y/n smile.

you’d sent a huge blow to draco’s ego, being the last of your friends to look up and congratulate him. the sound of your voice made his nerves jump and he thanked you, lining his words with an unmistakably malfoy tone. of course he’d won, he’s draco malfoy. the amusement in your smirk and locked eyes had him whipped ─ draco was done for the second he’d met you and you reminded him of that everyday without fail.

the day remained crystal clear in draco’s mind. how could he forget it? his boyish love for you had never truly gone away, even when you’d started dating. not with the first kiss, not with the first i love you. no matter what, you could just breathe and draco was wrapped around your finger, in utter love with you.

“so are you just going to stand there or was there a reason slytherin’s best player strutted over here?” you cocked an eyebrow and draco as an innocent child, assumed this must be love. so young, but his feelings for you were always certain. smirking and steadying his trembling hand, draco pulled out the snitch and held it in his hand. draco wanted you to have it, to the immediate jealousy of every other surrounding girl.

draco wondered if you still held it in your hand. do you still look at it fondly and feel that day all over again? it couldn’t only be draco, not with how madly in love the two of you were. he could go hold your hand now, for you were just in the other room, but the memory wasn’t over and he knew what came next.

“i heard you’re supposed to give the first snitch you catch to the prettiest girl you know,” he announced, nowhere near as confident as he sounded. you’d adorably bitten your lip and heat had risen to the apples of your cheeks. you took it, fingertips brushing over his pale ones in the short process. “no wonder you’re giving it to me then," you smirked before softening. “thank you.”

that was you. it always had been and draco believed it always would be. banter and quick wits for days but the delicacy of an angel. draco remembered the innocent kiss of a child and all the less than innocent but effortlessly ethereal ones that came later on in your lives. fondly, draco smiled. if only he knew as a boy just how much of that perfection you had to offer and would one day, for some reason only the gods knew, bestow upon him.

just before hurrying off with those giggly friends of yours who were already whispering about you two, you planted a quick kiss to draco’s cheek and sent him straight to what he thought must be heaven. the pomegranate blush that rushed to paint his skin didn’t go unnoticed by you. “i’ll see you later, draco.” you’d waved and turned, leaving draco with ecstatic nausea at his name on your lips.

and just like he’d done at twelve years old, draco’s fingers raised and lightly touched the skin your soft lips had met, ghosting over the memory. putting the snitch down, he sighed contently and ever so happy with what had become of that school boy crush. now he’d go and kiss you a thousand times, with tenfolds of love ─ for the boy in the memory. for the boy who gave his very first golden snitch to the girl he liked.

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