Edenic

@fangirlhype here u go, I hope it’s up to ur standards xoxo

I’ll hopefully be finishing off the rest of these by Monday, when I’ll be opening requests again!

Dust lifts in clouds as the massive photo album falls open in front of the widened, awaiting eyes of Y/N and the smiling face of Draco Malfoy. Its leather covers are weathered by time, but the pages inside seem brand new, stainless and filled with moving pictures of platinum haired figures.

“My first birthday,” he points to one of them, a small nostalgic smile appearing on his face at the sight of a chuckling baby being held by a beautiful young woman, her dark hair cascading down to the small of her back. A man stood by them, a few steps too far to be considered part of the loving scene. Y/N noticed the change in Draco’s smile at the reminder of his father’s distance, placing a hand in his at the sight. His fingers wrapped around hers, and he looked at her gratefully, before flipping the page.

She didn’t ask about the absence of his father in the worn pictures: he didn’t want to say and she didn’t want to pry. Instead, she pointed to the picture of a boy around three, his light blondehair reaching his shoulders.

“You had shoulder length hair.” her utterance is a statement, rather than a question, and a smile appears on her face when she sees a shade of crimson covering Draco’s cheeks.

“I wouldn’t let my mum cut it,” he explained, his eyes avoiding hers, his cheeks now the colour of a ripe tomato, “I liked flipping it around.”

She begins laughing uncontrollably at his explanation, and, soon enough, he joins her, their laughter bouncing off walls and making the twilight filled room seem a lot brighter.

Once they manage to calm down, snickers still escaping their lips on occasion, as pages turned, the pictures becoming darker and looking far more miserable than the first few, ones that captured the sweet innocence of childhood in sunlit rooms.

Y/N notices the smile on his face weakening with each page, the moving figures becoming more and more somber and miserable, standing perfectly still in most of the newer photos, the only movement that of their blinking eyes.

A second small dust cloud emerges from the album when another page is flipped to reveal a blank space. Draco stares at it, his smile fading completely, his face losing all colour, and moves to close the heavy, worn album. Her hand on his wrist stops him, and his blue eyes meet her y/e/c ones, glistening with held back tears.

“We’ll fill a whole other album,” she whispers, and colour begins returning to his cheeks, “We’ll make new memories. Together.”

Now, he is beaming at her, and can’t help but throw the heavy album to the floor, wrapping his arms around her and causing her to fall over on the couch, laughter slipping from her lips. He peppers her cheeks with kisses, and before he knows it, the flash of a camera that had somehow appeared in her hand is capturing the moment of pure, love-filled happiness, as one of his kisses meets her lips.