PATRONUS - draco drabble
i know i disappeared for months and now i’m popping back up with a messy draft like a flower in the wrong season…… my bad. hope y’all like it ♡
after five years of marriage to draco, astoria’s doubts have only grown—quiet at first, but relentless, creeping into every corner of her mind. she tries to ignore them. tries to believe in the life they’ve built. but three months into her pregnancy, the feeling becomes unbearable, suffocating even. she needs to know, to be sure.
one evening, 10 p.m. draco just came back of a stressful and exhausting day at work. he finds his wife waiting for him in his study, standing by his desk, her expression calm but resolute. he hesitates in the doorway, sensing something in the air.
“hey ‘tori… what are you d-“ he didn’t had enough time to finish his sentence before she interrupted him. “cast your patronus,” she says softly but demanding, leaving no room for arguing.
his entire body immediately stiffens. a slow dread settles into his chest. he doesn’t have to ask why—he already knows.
instead, he stalls. “astoria, it’s late. why are you—”
“cast it.” her voice remains steady, but her fingers tighten around the edge of the desk.
he exhales sharply, looking anywhere but at her. she waits.
finally, with a clenched jaw and unreadable expression, he lifts his wand. a moment of silence stretches between them before he closes his eyes, searching for a happy memory. one powerful enough. one that never failed him.
a brilliant silver form bursts from his wand, illuminating the dim room. the creature moves with effortless grace, gliding through the air before landing, its long neck arching elegantly.
neither of them speak. they don’t have to.
astoria watches the patronus drift through the air, her breath caught in her throat. in fourth year, draco’s patronus had been a peacock. she remembers it vividly. but this—this is not his.
her voice is quiet when she finally asks, “all this time… you’ve had her in your mind?”
draco doesn’t denied, but corrected her. his voice is barely above a whisper when he replies,
“i never got her out of my heart.”