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@eyessopen for some sister bonding !

"WHAT'S THE POINT OF COMING TO TRY ON DRESSES IF YOU ALREADY KNOW WHICH ONE YOU WANT ME TO WEAR?" Astoria asks with playful exasperation, holding up the dress to herself that her sister had made a beeline for the moment they entered the store. No doubt a picture of it is already pinned firmly on the wedding moodboard. It is utterly gorgeous. Daphne's taste in clothing never lacking for a second.

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@eyessopen another "observe" meme inspired drabble you didn't ask for

SHE'S THIRTEEN YEARS OLD WHEN SHE DECIDES SHE'S IN LOVE WITH THEODORE NOTT. And not some silly little crush like other girls in her year have on boys. Real, heart-racing love. The sort that has her writing his name in the inside of her notebooks. Doodling hearts around every perfect letter, sometimes adding her own name nearby, sometimes replacing her surname with his own. It has her making wishes on eyelashes and daydreaming in class and wearing strawberry scented lipgloss because she read in her mum's Witch Weekly that it was the key to pout that would prove irresistable to any wizard. It's the kind of love she's absolutely certain (at thirteen years of age) that she will never recover from, or experience again.

The only problem? He's fifteen. And she's thirteen. And at that age two years might as well be a hundred. Because while she's never even kissed a boy, there's rumours that he was heavy petting with some pretty Ravenclaw with glossy black hair. And while she's in love with him, she's pretty sure he just sees her as Daphne's kid sister. Sweet and innocent, still the girl with too-big brown eyes and limbs that seemed to grow before the rest of her did. All awkward and gangly where Daphne is graceful and perfectly proportionate, walking about the school with a sort of perfect confidence that Astoria could only ever dream of.

And Theo's never far behind. The two of them often locked in conversation, always laughing, two people with a retinue of private jokes that she's not a part of. It'd make her terribly jealous if she didn't love them both so much. It also helps that, when he catches her eye, Theo smiles at her in that sort of way that feels like they share a secret too.

It makes her feel so giddy she writes poetry to get it out. Crafting sonnets about his crooked grin and playful eyes. About the way he dyes his hair because Daphne does and how it made her want to dye her hair too, but when she thinks about it she shies away because it doesn't feel like her at all (and also she thinks Daphne might've hexed her if she even knew she'd thought about it). Astoria waxes poetics about how he wears his robes in a devil-may-care way and reads books she's never heard of but thinks they might be muggle. She writes in all different coloured inks, spilling every enamoured thought onto the page in rhyming couplets, staring at the red rose he'd given her last year (the one she'd taught herself a stasis charm to keep intact all these months later) while she thinks of how to perfectly word her every feeling.

The poetry is honestly kind of terrible. Not completely devoid of talent, but clumsy and saccharine sweet with the unexperienced optimism of a child and the melodrama of teenage hormones (she'll find it when she's older and read it with a beet-red face; equal parts mortified and amused, then she'll wonder if she should burn it to save anybody ever stumbling across it).

She's thirteen the first time she decides she loves Theo Nott. And then she's fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen... And she still loves him. It never goes away. It just evolves. Changes. Grows. As much a part of her as the magic she feels in her fingertips or the heart that beats in her chest. And unlike when she was thirteen, it doesn't matter if he loves her back or if he loves another. Or even if it's her that falls in love with somebody else. She'll love him all the same. In this new way. A way that keeps him in her heart. Where he belongs.

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COURTNEY EATON Photographed by Jared Kocka for Flaunt Magazine Issue 198, May 2025

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Drabble Drabble Drabble for @grccngrass :)

“It’s not fair.”

“Life isn’t fair, Theo.”

“You don’t have to tell me that … I know that already.” Theo murmured with a soft sigh as he passed his fingers through his curls. After so many years defying his father by having his hair bleached with muggle dyes, he had finally grown out his hair to cut off all the bleached ends. He felt like he looked older, less like a scared sarcastic little kid who lashed out with his words because he couldn’t with his fists. His father had been dead for a few years now and he had adjusted to the quiet peace of his life that revolved around going to work and spending time with the last few friends he had.

Theo never intended to lose any more of his friends … he didn’t want to lose anyone else that he cared about … so why was Astoria of all people trying to leave him now? Why was she so dead set on leaving him behind in this world when he couldn’t imagine his life without her sweet smile and bright eyes?

Maybe it was because she was a Malfoy now. Malfoys always had a tendency of putting him through the ringer and expecting him to come out the other end with a smile and a thank you. For example, the entirety of his seventh year when he had been marked and made to live in Malfoy Manor because the Dark Lord wanted to keep an eye on him. He had to deal with Draco’s moaning and groaning about killing their headmaster … all while shouldering the burden of being the best of best friends ever by not being an asshole about the entire situation.

Astoria was expecting him to not be an asshole about the situation. She wanted him to … what? Be happy for her? To celebrate the fact that she was pregnant and that this pregnancy was only going to worsen her health? She wanted him to be happy that she was cutting her own lifespan in half just to have a child?

Theo couldn’t do it. He wanted Astoria to be alive. He wanted Astoria to always be by his side, as she always was. He wanted Astoria to smile at him whenever he said something dumb. He wanted Astoria to tease him over his pout or his whine or the way that he would latch onto Draco like a leech, even when he didn’t want him too. He didn’t want some … child. He wanted Astoria.

Astoria was smiling at him, caressing his hand slowly, as if he needed the comforting even though she was the one dying. But she had always been dying … at least now, the inconclusive timeline that every healer had ever given her was now solid and clear. She would be lucky to make it to thirty and it would be a miracle if she ever saw thirty five and just the thought made tears build up in Theo’s eyes.

“Don’t leave me.” Was all Theo could find himself to say, stuck between begging and occlumenting. Anything so that he could hide his true feelings over the overwhelming sense of betrayal he was feeling.

“I’m not leaving you, darling.” Astoria whispered, lifting her hand to brush away the tear that had been sliding down his cheek. “I’m right here.”

“But you are going to leave me.” And Theo knew that day was coming but now she was shortening their time together. He could blink and she could be gone. “Is it Draco? Did he force you to-”

“He would never force me to do anything I didn’t want to.” Astoria cut him off because he could fall into some crazed angered state and Theo sighed because she was right. Draco would rather cut off his arm than force his wife to do anything. It was the only reason that Theo had even approved of this union, because he thought Draco would have protected Astoria. Would have led her to live a longish and happy life and now, Theo wanted to strangle him.

“He didn’t try to-”

“He did. Told me we shouldn’t. Told me he was fine without a child. That he would rather have me but … I wanted this.”

“Why?” Theo whined like a pathetic kicked dog, his pout out in full effect. “Why? Why do you want to leave us?”

Why do you want to leave me?

“I love you, Theo.” Astoria whispered softly, her voice like soft bells in his ears, ringing endlessly in his brain. “I love Draco. I love my life and everyone in it but … I have always wanted a family of my own. And … I wanted it with Draco.” She whispered, caressing his cheek softly, leaning forward to press a kiss against his cheek. “And I want you to be the godfather. Draco wants you too.”

Theo let out a harsh scoff, shaking his head. “I’d be a shitty godfather.”

“No. You’d be amazing. And wonderful. And you’d care for my kid like they’re your own because you love me. And you love Draco. And when everything happens, when everything goes down and Draco tries to drown himself in guilt, you’re going to be there. You’re going to be his lifevest and bring him back up to shore because you’re Theo.” Astoria sighed, giving him a small smile. “You’re the best of all of us, you’re kind and wonderful and I want you to be the godfather of my child … and I know you love me too much to say no.”

Theo was crying now, tears fully streaming down his face because he knew he had to accept this. He had to accept a life without Astoria … he was going to be a godfather, the best godfather the world has ever seen, simply because Astoria asked. Because he would give Astoria anything in the world just to see her smile one last time.

“ … You’re an awful witch.” He whispered, nuzzling into her hand.

“You don’t believe that.”

“No … no I don’t.” Astoria Greengrass was the best of all of them … and he would mourn her for the rest of his life.

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@eyessopen cont. from here

HER FIRST THOUGHT WHEN SHE WAKES IS THAT, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN POSSIBLY HER ENTIRE LIFE, SHE'S NOT COLD. Curled into his chest, she covets the warmth she finds there, soaking up the heat of his skin. Borrowing it as her own. It's the most deliciously cosy feeling that it has her toes curling in delight, and she almost wishes she'd pretended to still be sleeping.

Her fingers skim his side as he talks and she leaves the land of dreams to join the waking one. Last night she had touched every inch of him she could, and he'd done the same in turn, and if she closes her eyes again she can picture the heavy-lidded look of devotion he'd given her as he kissed his way down her belly.

God, she's positively giddy with it.

Lips press against the russet skin of his chest and she hums a little noise of discontentment at the thought of him leaving, leaning back her head so that she can look up at him. He looks as tousled and sleepy as she feels and all she wants to do is stay forever in this bed with him.

"It's Tuesday," a reminder, but also her reason. It wouldn't need any further explanation - he knew her father's schedule as well as she did. And they both knew that Tuesday's her father went into the office and wouldn't be back until well past teatime. "Which means you've no reason to run off on a walk of shame."

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OBSERVE (Theo/astoria)

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Being with Astoria was like being in the eye of the storm. Theo knew that eventually, it would all start caving in on him. One day, someone is going to say something. One day, the wrong people will finally catch wind of a certain heiress being alive and he would be forced to reveal everything to her. It would break her heart, it would definitely break his own.

But on days like these, when they were alone together and watching a movie, Theo could almost forget that those days were coming.

Astoria was eating popcorn, but it was that shitty type of popcorn. No butter with only a hint of sea salt and olive oil. He was pretty sure that she only ate it so that he would stay as far away as possible from her bowl. She was trying to show him one of those romance movies that she loved so much but, if he was being honest, he had stopped paying attention when the dog had proved to not be a main character.

She had an eyelash on her cheek, it lightly grazed her skin. Her eyes were so bright, so shiny, so full of life. He couldn’t imagine a world where that life would just be carelessly snuffed out. Her nails were perfectly manicured, curling around pieces of popcorn and popping them into her mouth. 

Theo leaned forward, gently swiping at her cheek to collect the eyelash. Astoria looked startled, looking over at him with a confused expression before she started to smile. Her smile was so beautiful, he never wanted it to go away.

“What?” Astoria asked softly, her voice ringing like bells in his ears. 

“ … Make a wish?”

Astoria looked down at the eyelash, rolling her eyes at his antics, but nonetheless, she indulged him by blowing on her eyelashes and shutting her eyes to make a wish.

She looked so cute … that Theo had no choice but to duck his head down and connect their lips for a kiss. Judging from the way her fingers curled around his curls, this might have been what she had wished for.

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RELATIONSHIP BUILDING Send ⭐️ (or multiple) for a headcanon about our muses.

I think, no matter the verse, Theo would get some tattoo for Astoria on his body. Usually, it would go somewhere on his left arm where the Dark Mark is but he is such a lover boy and obsessed that he would get her whole name tattooed over his heart, you know? Like that's not something he wouldn't do.

We've talked about this but, especially in the Bodyguard verse, Theo is the one who teaches Astoria how to drive. He would teach her in his very nice F1 McLaren, so not only is it fast but it's expensive. Especially because he literally rebuilt the engine from scratch. He doesn't trust anyone else to touch his car, let alone drive it. That being said, he will still cringe if she hits a pothole ... he'll say it's fine but it will feel like a stab in the chest.

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SHE'S NOT STUPID, OR UNOBSERVANT. Astoria can see it in the strain around her sister's eyes and the unnatural edge of her too-bright smiles, that she's just as devastated as their parents. Just as unable to come to terms with the news of Astoria's ever declining health - concern etching its way into those lingering looks she does when she thinks her younger sister doesn't notice.

But she pretends. She acts normal and treats her as if she isn't some fragile thing that could break at the slightest provocation. Which is all Astoria wants from anyone.

Daphne is, as she has always been, her reprieve.

"Oh Merlin, don't even go there. I shudder to imagine a world where I was an only child," she jokes back, ignoring the sobering thought in the back of her head that sooner rather than later, that would be Daphne's fate. "Can you imagine? I'd have probably flung myself from the astronomy tower sometime in fourth year."

Once she flops down, Astoria rolls over to face her. "Moonstone," she says after a moment's thought, entirely unsure of why that had been the first thing to come to mind (not consciously realising it's because the iridescent material of her sister's curtains reminds her of one). "That's our code word, and I'm invoking it now. I need a break from all the sorry looks they've been giving me all week."

𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐖𝐃 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒 | 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 astoria said:  “ Without you here, I don't know what to do with myself  ” 

𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙧, Daphne's mind responded almost right away. thankfully, she remembered to not let the inside voice out. knowing that the response would probably upset her sister which was truly the last thing that she wasn't to do.

since she had heard that astoria had collapsed, daphne had been trying her hardest to act normal. to not be overbearing. she was aware that they both knew she was handling the diagnosis like shit, but she wasn't the one who was sick. who was dying. so in moments like this, moments of peace and quiet between the two sisters, she would pretend like everything was okay.

A smile was plastered to her lips when she finally emerged from her closet, eyes drifting to where astoria seemed to be relaxing. ‘     You'd have to suffer both of the parents alone and would probably snap dealing with their undivided attention on you.     ’     although, that was probably going to happen anyway. maybe not the snapping part. that felt like a HER reaction more than an Astoria one.

Physically shaking the thought from her head, Daphne walked over to her bed before dramatically collapsing. ‘     i am at your service, dear sister of mine. whenever you need to get away during the holiday break, just let me know. maybe we should think of a code word.     ’     

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@eyessopen cont. from here

HER SMILE TURNS OUTRIGHT CHEEKY, HER EYES LIGHTING UP WITH THE CHALLENGE. Oh, she loves it when he underestimates her, because it means she gets to take him by surprise. Her favourite thing to do. Second only to cracking his self-control. Which surprises her. Astoria thought for sure that would get him to break.

It's not that she doesn't find her schoolwork interesting. She'd taken the course because she loves literature and learning all the mechanisms and tools others used to make it great. But, for the first time in years, she really feels like she's living. That feeling is so addictive that it causes everything else to fade away. Why should she waste all this time on a degree she has no future to use it?

Astoria would much rather live in the present with him.

"Maybe I need inspiration," she suggests, her foot slipping out of her shoe and stretching forward beneath the table, brushing against his calf. "Like you said, I have been staring at this laptop for an awfully long time. I could use a break."

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i swear i thought i dreamed her she never asked me once about the wrong i did

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we're so green so green

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THE SUNLIGHT HAS LONG SINCE DISAPPEARED BEYOND THE HORIZON, CANDLELIGHT REPLACING THE WARM AFTERNOON RAYS. Peter Rabbit lays on the side table, open to the page she'd been reading when she'd noticed his slow and even breath. It'd been on the fourth read through that he'd fallen asleep, though she'd noticed sometime towards the end of the third that he'd been fighting it. His eyelids would droop and close for a second longer than a blink, only for them to be forced back open, looking up at her as if afraid she'd disappear if he allowed them to close for too long. It'd only made her hold him tighter. What little strength she has going to snugly tucking him against her breast. To making him feel safe and secure.

Sleep won out in the end and he dozes soundly, his angelic cherub face peaceful with dreams of cheeky little rabbits and vegetable gardens.

Astoria raises her hand, her touch featherlight as she traces invisible lines between the little freckles that dot his nose and cheeks. Like his father, they were more pronounced after some time spent in the sun and the faintness of them now speaks to how much time he's been spending inside with her.

They used to be outside at every available opportunity. Astoria would pack a basket with pastries she'd cooked in the morning and sandwiches Mippy had prepared. She'd place a cooling charm over some juices and fill the rest of the space with whatever fruit she could find. And then she'd get Scorpius. When he was small she'd tuck him into the swaddle wrapped around her chest. As he got older she'd put him on her hip, or walk patiently alongside him as he waddled down the steps and across the grounds; his face pinched in determination and the picnic basket floating alongside them to leave her hands free should he fall. On the days Draco joined them (more often than not), he'd be the one to carry him, allowing Astoria a little rest.

They'd go wherever the fancy took them that day. Sometimes to the rose garden, sometimes to the middle of the hedge maze. One time they wandered out so far they found themselves in a bluebell field she'd never known was there and Scorpius had spent an hour picking her a bouquet of the fragrant flowers. He took his first steps on the grass by the greenhouse, said mama for the first time as she lay with him on her belly beneath the willow by the pond. He'd eaten his first strawberry on a Sunday morning as they watched Draco zip around the grounds on his broom, dribbling it right back out to Astoria's shock (until she tasted one herself to find they weren't quite in season yet and were rather sour, a month later when he let her feed him one again he'd eaten so many his bib had been stained pink). He'd grazed his knees on the pebbles by the pack verandah and had been carried back to the house in Draco's arms, fast asleep from a day of running around more times than she could count.

They didn't go outside anymore. She was too tired to make it past the doorway and if a cold breeze caught her the wrong way she felt it so deep in her bones she thought she'd never be warm again. And when she encouraged Scorpius to go outside, to sit by the peacocks or to go on the broom with his dad, he'd always refuse. Not without you, mummy, he'd say. And she'd have to hide the way her heart would break with the knowledge she'd likely never see another sunny afternoon on the picnic blanket with her boys again.

Her thumb brushes over the curve of his cheek, no longer as chubby as they had been even a year ago but still round and soft, like silk beneath the pads of her fingers. She traces the bow of his lips, the distinct curve of his top one so utterly Draco that it makes her smile, right before it brings tears to her eyes.

Her boy. Her baby. The very greatest joy she's brought into this world. The thing she is most proud of.

Astoria lets out a shuddering breath and curves him into her, wrapping herself around him, burying her face in his soft, blonde hair and inhaling deeply. He smells of apples and crayons, of blueberry children's shampoo and her perfume which has rubbed off onto him.

Draco will be here soon. He gives them the afternoon but then he will do as he always does and comes to the sunroom to check on them. Sometimes he'll find them awake, sometimes one or both asleep, the plush armchair as comfortable as any mattress. He'll take Scorpius from her arms, hushing the sleeping boy as he adjusts him in his arms to carry him to bed. And then he'll come back for her and do the same, and she'll ask him how his afternoon was, and he'll kiss her as if she isn't dying. In just the same way he had years ago, when she was strong enough to dance and run and carry her son out to the bluebell field.

Astoria glances over to the clock. Five minutes and he'll be here, but until then she watches her baby sleep, and wonders how many more times she'll be able to.

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OBSERVE (and if I said Scorp and Astoria????)

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His mummy smelled like lavender. 

Or, more so, she smelled like the lavender that grew out in the gardens. His dad had taken up gardening lately, growing all sorts of plants that he grounded up into potion ingredients. Scorpius helped sometimes. Anything for his pretty mummy. 

His mummy was sick. She was always sick but lately she was even sicker and Scorpius didn’t like that. He liked it when his mummy would sit with him in the kitchen and eat scones with him that they stole from the house elves. He liked going to his uncle Theo’s house with his mummy and getting lost in the endless rooms that seemed to change everytime he went.

But this was okay too … he was curled up into bed with his mummy, listening to her read a book. His mummy loved reading … and his favorite book was one she always read him during bedtime. It was about a rabbit named Peter and he was a naughty rabbit but his mummy loved him, just like how his mummy loved him!

“Don’t you want to go outside, darling?” His mummy asked as she finished the story, gently resting the book against her lap. Scorpius looked up at his pretty mummy, looked at her pale skin and her sunken cheeks. He looked at the pretty wedding ring on her left finger, it was big. It was bright. Scorpius had always liked how it looked on her hand, she never took it off. Even when she had days where it was hard to move her hands.

“No.” He whispered softly, curling up into her side. He didn’t want to leave her side. Scorpius was a good boy and he was strong. He’d protect her from anything that came. “I’m okay here. Can we read again?”

His mummy, because she was perfect and wonderful, only smiled and gave him a kiss on the head. “ … Of course, baby boy.”

And for that one day, everything was still okay.

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OBSERVE

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A PLUMP, ROSY CHEEK HIS PRESSED AGAINST HIS BARE CHEST, AND ASTORIA KNOWS JUST BY LOOKING THAT IT'S BLISTERINGLY WARM. His little ears are red from him grabbing at them repeatedly and there's a puddle of dribble on his father's skin. It's been pure chaos. Between his teething and her flare up of symptoms, Draco has been putting in the work. Rocking the baby to sleep as he cries and cries, forcing her back to bed every time she tries to pull herself up long enough to help. He's been run off his feet and Scorpius has been inconsolable. But not right now.

Right now, both her boys are sleeping peacefully, and her heart twists painfully within her chest as she watches them.

Astoria tries not to think about it. On most days she can push the thought of death away. Can ignore the future in which she will leave them behind and they will go on without her. On some days it's all she can think about. The healer's had warned her that having a baby could be a strain on her body it wouldn't be able to handle, but she had been stubborn, and she had been resolute. This curse had taken so much from her already, it would not take this choice. And she would never regret the one she made. Even as her health waned in the weeks before and after he was born. Not even as, on her worst days, she struggles to walk herself out onto the open-air gallery to enjoy the afternoon sun.

How could she regret a second of it when their son had brought them so much joy?

Scorpius squirms a little, whimpering through whatever dream haunts him and even asleep, Draco's hold on his son tightens, the security of it soothing the infant back into a deep sleep, his pouty little lips going slack again. Astoria knows that they will be okay without her. That Scorpius will grow and learn. Going from baby to toddler to child to adult, and that Draco will be there to teach him all the lessons she won't be there for.

He'll talk him through his first crush. He'll listen to him explain with innocent awe the many wonders of Hogwarts. He'll be there to watch him graduate. To watch him marry and have children of his own and maybe even tell them about the mother who'd loved him so much he feels it even decades later. Teaching him right from wrong along the way. Doing far better than their parents ever did.

He'd read to him and soothe him when he has nightmares and kiss his grazed knees better. Filling up the empty space she'll leave behind when she goes. Doing it all on his own. And maybe that's a part of him taking the lead on this teething. As much as it had been to allow her rest. Maybe he was trying to prove to himself that he could do the hard things on his own. That he would be okay without her there to share in these challenges. Astoria wouldn't fault him that.

He'd been her partner in it all, promising to stay by her side until the very end. Vowing to give her everything she had ever wanted. Making what time she has left the very best it could be. In a better world, one that was fair, she would have been able to promise him the same.

Instead she's been able to give him Scorpius. To make sure he'll never be alone, even when she goes.

Astoria wipes at her cheeks and pushes off the doorway. The weight of her crawling onto the bed is enough to stir him and he half wakes with bleary eyes, an incoherent mumbled question on his lips that she shushes gently. "It's okay. Go back to sleep, my love."

Soothed, his eyes flutter closed once more, but his arm splays out so that she can tuck herself into his side. Her head rests on the edge of his chest, feeling the soft puffs of air from her son's breathing, delicately running her fingertip along the back of his dimpled knuckles. His tiny hand flexes, seeking out the touch, wrapping around the entirety of her finger before it stills.

Astoria closes her eyes, a sense of peace washing over her to be touching them both, her magic humming weakly but contently. One day she would leave this bed and not return to it, but for now, it is a home for the three of them.

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ASTORIA'S WASHING HER HANDS WHEN THE POTION CHANGES COLOUR. The clear liquid tinged only with the very slightest wash of pink from the few drops of her blood she'd dripped inside the vial suddenly turning a bright and brilliant gold. It'd happened within seconds of her blood settling into the brew and Astoria freezes, hands limply held under the running water, her brown eyes wide with surprise.

After nearly eight months of trying, her hope had begun to waver. The optimism of those first couple of potions waning each time she watched and waited, for hours sometimes, only for the potion to remain stubbornly clear. Not so much as a flicker of gold. Draco didn't even sit with her for it anymore. Not because he didn't want to, but because she had asked him not to. It had become easier to take the test quietly and alone, feeling like less of a spectacle of her failure. He'd never call it that, not for a second. It was just how she felt.

Now the vial glows gold and she could cry with the joy of it.

Astoria doesn't even turn the tap off, forgetting about the running water entirely as she turns from the sink and rushes out into the hallway, her hand knocking the vial in the process and sending the potion across the vanity in a gilded splash.

"Draco!" she calls his name as she navigates the maze that is the hallways of the manor and no sooner had she said it than he's there at the end of the hallway, concern wild on his face which gives way to awe once he sees her blinding smile. He was never with her when she takes the tests anymore, but he always knows. Even when she doesn't tell him.

She doesn't have words outside of whispering his name once more as he comes into view, their eyes locked, his questioning until she gives the nod. The vision of him swims behind tears welling in her eyes, elation clear in them as she nods again, confirming. And then he's rushing down the hallway and she's meeting him halfway, arms wide and flung around his neck, laughing as he spins her, crying as he sets her back down and falls to his knees in front of her, pressing kisses to her stomach.