summary: the reader and draco dance in the kitchen in the mornings first light. (wholesome draco x reader fluff)
a/n: this is my first writing piece on here. i listened to i'll be seeing you - billie holiday, while writing this (it would better set the scene if you listened to it while reading this) update: i've decided to move this work to my song birds collection because i did based it on a song
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The sway of her hips, her socked feet lifting lightly off the cold tile in the kitchen. Her hair pulled into a clip at the back of her head presenting silver streaks in the morning sunlight. An old muggle tune was on, a love song from the 40s, she hummed along with the static layered voice.
He took in the sight before him, wanting to sink into the moment, every ounce of it. The way she looked in one of his mothers old day dresses she had gifted to her. The very way it hugged her everywhere just right, but flowed with grace following her hips as she moved.
A dark brown apron with sage detailing around the edges, and Mrs. Malfoy adorned on the space just over her breasts, layered on top. Another wedding gift, only it was one from her mother this time, though neither gifts were not new by any means.
Their wedding bands still glinting only now surrounding hands that, were slowly with each passing year, growing more wilted and frail. Though their bond still as strong as when they'd said their vows of love to one another.
She set down a cup of tea that she'd taken to, while he was in his love enticing trance, and moved to check the oven for her famous homemade biscuits that she makes for breakfast all too often, not that he was complaining.
Upon shutting the oven, she had caught a glimpse of him in the reflection of the glass. She turned around and smiled sweetly making his insides warm at the sight of it. Even after years of seeing it, it still brought a smile to his own face.
"Tea?" she questioned lifting her cup, bringing it to her still soft lips and taking a sip. She stared at him with adoring eyes watching him stride towards her.
He moved his hand, placing it on her waist, lazily drawing small circles on her hip with his thumb. He was looking into her eyes as well, still seeing the young glint in them that he fell in love with all those years ago.
"No, not right now love." He replied as she moved to set the cup down again. Taking her hand and moving back, away from the counter top, stopping a few feet back. He slid the hand he had on her waist to the small of her back. She placed the hand that wasn't in his, on his shoulder, and as she suspected he began slowly moving in lazy dancing patterns.
The two danced in the sunlit kitchen, in messy steps not caring whether they were stepping on each others toes. They were still young in their hearts, giggling whenever the other stumbled slightly.
The bacon on the stove and the biscuits in the oven were browning as the two lovers danced. Both sock-footed and light heartedly swaying together in the suns rays, foreheads placed on the others, uncaring and in their own world.
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