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Little Miss Sunshine · 03-01-2008, 02:09 PM

Chapter 4

The night ended sweetly with the couple talking late into the night. Draco had held Farah the whole time, and he had fallen asleep holding her. She woke up the next morning, still in his arms. She kissed him softly, knowing that it would wake him up.

“Good morning Sunshine,” Farah giggled.

Draco smiled and let go of Farah for a moment, stretching. He let out a deep breath and wrapped his arms back around her. He closed his eyes.

“Good morning,” he whispered.

Farah smiled at him, looking at his face carefully. She had always wanted to know the answer to an annoying question, but didn’t know how to ask. The question had popped back into her head as she studied Draco’s features. And since they had talked about so much last night, she figured now would be a good time. With that thought, she finally got up the courage to ask.

“Draco…why do you love me?,” Farah asked.

His eyes opened. He let out a chuckle. “What kind of question is that?”

“I’ve always wanted to know why you love me…,” Farah said. “I mean, what I want to know is, why you fell in love with me…”

Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath and by the facial expression he made, Farah knew he was thinking hard of which words he should choose to use. He opened his eyes slowly and let them rest on Farah’s face.

“Love,” Draco began, “the word is an understatement. I’m not sure if there is even a word that can describe how I have always felt for you. A strong, firey burning? A certain longing with emotions so strong one feels as if they will burst? Nothing can explain how I feel. The very first day we met, that day on the train…you took my breath away. We were both only eleven. But so what? I knew I loved you the moment I laid my most unworthy eyes on you. Your long, glossy, chocolate brown hair cascading down your back. Your big, beautiful, intoxicating eyes to match. Your tan skin the color of caramel, the look that gave you the appearance of having sunbathed for months. Your long silhouette…the way you sat with your legs crossed and your nose in a book as if you had no care in the world, as if you had no clue as to how quickly I had begun to yearn for you. You were something out of a dream; an angel who had fallen from the heavens, whose beauty was so strong it should have been wrong. And then we began to talk and your words took me out of my insane life and into a world all our own. You laughed so freely and smiled so much. I had never seen anything so magnificent.

“And then we went to school…naturally your beauty attracted me to you. I didn’t want to leave you alone. Everything with you seemed so perfect. Even the air around you seemed so pure. My heart skipped a beat every time you looked at me or merely said my name. You listened to what I had to say, and you seemed like you genuinely cared about me, when I felt as if I had no one else in this world. You held such a passion for life, and I wanted to hold it, too. I wanted to hold you, to kiss your soft pink lips. To run my fingers through your hair. To care for you when you were sick. To listen when you needed to talk. To tell you everything was going to be just fine, even when it seemed your whole world was crashing down before you. I wanted to be the one you loved. I wanted you to love me the way I loved you.

“And then third year came along. You and I were both growing up, and growing closer than ever. We were experiencing the typical stages of adolescence. But then my world came falling down before me. Something had went wrong: you had gained a new person in your life. I had no idea what was going through your mind: I thought I wasn’t good enough. What hurt the most was when I walked into the courtyard and saw you kissing Potter. I felt as if someone had ripped my heart out and shred it to pieces. I wanted to cry, but I remembered I was a Malfoy. Malfoy’s don’t cry. So I withheld all my anger, rage and sadness. I tried to act happy for you on the outside when you told me of your relationship with Potter. But on the inside, I was slowly dying.

“We stayed the best of friends, you were always there. And then came six year. You supported me the most then, even though you were barely around. My father and the Dark Lord had put so much pressure on me. You were the only one who knew and understood what I was being unwillingly put through. You knew I didn’t want it. You knew I would have rather been spending time with you. But instead I had to keep myself away from you. That was my biggest downfall. The time I was away meant that that was time you were spending with Potter. You were growing closer than ever to him, and I was growing closer to insanity. Besides all of the pressure I was being put under to complete my task, I felt like I was losing you. That hurt me more than anything. But my family’s life and my own were at steak, and there was nothing I could do about it. I just had to suck it up and let my life break down before me. Not only did I not complete my task, but I also felt like I lost you as a friend. Seventh year, we spoke very little, merely just a ‘hello’ or a ‘good-bye’. Potter wasn’t at the school, but I knew he was with you in spirit. I knew our friendship had come to an end, and I had lost you when I needed you the most. I was so depressed.

“I graduated, and I immediately returned home. Father was on the loose, but not at our home. It was just me and mother. She knew I was depressed, and I knew it truly saddened her the way I moped around the house, only thinking of you. She tried to set me up on multiple dates with other Pureblood witches. But none of them were you. She ended up infuriating me so bad that I left. I hid out in many places.

“When word got around about your pregnancy, at first I was ecstatic. I knew you had always dreamed of being a mother, and now your perfect dream was coming true. But then I became angry. I knew no one else would be the father to your child other than Potter. I grew so angry that before I knew what had happened, I had completely trashed the home I was staying in. I had died on the inside. I cried, I got mad, everything. I couldn’t handle myself anymore. I never thought I could ever feel anything again.

“Then I got news my parents had died. They had been killed by the Death Eaters because they tried to leave the Dark Side. I returned home to the Manor, thinking I could settle myself down here and try to make something of the house. I remember I went into my father’s study and found a letter from one of the Death Eaters. The letter said that Voldemort was going to fight the Order in a couple of days. My heart fluttered and I felt as if I had come back to life, rising from my grave. Knowing you, I knew you would be there. I knew I had to go. I had never become an official Death Eater, but I knew I had to go and see you. I knew you had been far along in your pregnancy, and I knew as much as you wanted a child, nothing would stop you from fighting alongside Potter. You’ve always been the type to stay loyal to those whom you loved.

“So I began to plot. I knew I had to get you no matter what it took. I began to think of ways to get you alone, ways to get you unarmed and without Potter around. I plotted everything out. And after a couple of all-plotting days, I had my plan.

“The day of the war came and I was more excited than ever. I knew you would be there. You had to be. No one could find Potter without you at his side. When I arrived, the war was in full storm. People were dying, those alive were fighting death. I searched around, looking for you. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally found you alone. Luck was on my side. It was almost too good to be true. It was then that my plan didn’t matter anymore; I had you at the tip of my fingertips. Nothing was going to stop me.

“I ran up behind you before you even knew I was there. I grabbed you, and somehow Potter had seen me. He came running, crying for you, screaming at me. I was momentarily frozen on the spot, shocked. But I quickly snapped back into reality and took you away. I guessed you were so scared and shocked that it made you faint. I laid you up in the best room besides mine in the house. I was pleased. Even the house elves seemed excited to see you. You didn’t come to until several days later.

“Finally, one of the elves came to me and told me you had awoken. On the outside, I retained my composure, but on the inside, an animal was roaring in triumph. I thought something had happened to you, and I had the elves constantly watch you. But you were now awake, and I was itching to see you.

“I made my way to your room, blood pulsing through my veins, my heart pounding so hard I thought my chest was going to explode due to the pressure. I thought you would see me and welcome me with open arms. Or at least that’s what I dreamed. But I knew you better. I should have remembered how stubborn you were. It was the Italian in you, that’s what you always said. I saw you and it felt as if a thousand angels had kissed me. You sat there, such a beautiful disaster. I knew I had broken your heart by taking you from Potter. But it was what I had to do.

“You rejected me at first, and I was so hurt. I felt guilty for taking you, almost stupid. But being who I was, I kept you anyways, telling myself you would fall in love with me. I didn’t know that you had already secretly felt the same way about me as I did about you.

“And then you had Tinsley. My first instinct was to hate her. She was, after all, the child of the person I loved most and the person I hated most. I hated Potter for getting you pregnant, I hated him for taking the purity you held so well away. I wanted to believe that he forced you into all of it, but deep down I knew you loved him. I wanted so badly to hate Tinsley. But then I held her. Everything I had felt toward her melted away. I looked down at her and I realized she was you in miniature, the only thing separating her from yourself was the fact that she had Potter’s eyes. It almost bothered me. But she was so sweet and innocent that I could feel no resentment or hatred toward her whatsoever. She was sweet, kind and loving. Just like her mother.

“And then you and I started getting close. You had begun to feel comfortable around me again. I was so happy. Everything was perfect. We even got close to kissing. But when you pulled back, I knew not to push you. I knew you were slowly starting to have feelings for me. I was so excited I wanted to scream it at the top of my lungs.

“After what finally felt like forever, you and I finally kissed. I was so ecstatic I didn’t know what to do about myself. I didn’t sleep that night; I merely replayed the scene in my head millions of times. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how it felt so good to hold you, to kiss you, to feel you with me. It was amazing.

“And then came your birthday. I got you everything I knew you would have wanted. Everything was set as planned, and I thought it was going to be a perfect day. And then I made the mistake of mentioning Potter. I should have known that even though you no longer were in his presence that you would still defend him. But then we kissed, and we made love, and everything was so perfect. I almost thought it was too good to be true.

“And then we found out you were pregnant. At first I felt awful for it. I knew you would feel like you had cheated on Potter, when that wasn’t the case at all. I felt bad for making you feel bad. But then I realized that everything was going to be fine, and I became so happy. The fact that the woman I loved more than anything in this world was carrying my child pleased me more than anything else possibly could. And we learned he was a boy. I had always wanted to father a son. And the fact that you were the mother of the son made everything even better.

“Before we knew it, Troy was born. I was so happy to look down upon the face of my son. I knew he was going to look exactly like me. But I also knew he was going to have the temper and smarts of which you maintain. He was my child, our child, we had made the beautiful creature that was laying in my arms. I finally felt complete.

“After that, we got married. I was so nervous, but I knew everything was going to be fine. I was bounding myself to life to the woman I loved the most. No words can explain how happy I was. I loved you, and I loved our family.

“Then the twins were born. It was weird to have two more children in the house, especially two children so full of life. But I loved them so much, as I do now. Our family grew. I couldn’t possibly ever be happier.

“But a few years later, my happiness felt like it had ended. We ran into Potter in the Alley. So many thoughts ran through my mind; I didn’t know if I should be nice to him or kill him on the spot. But you seemed to want him to see Tinsley, and I wanted to fulfill your wishes as I always do.

“He came over and saw his child. It honestly killed me to see him with her, and I felt like a tiny part of me died. I had raised Tinsley, she had been my daughter. I had taken care of her as if she were my own. I felt like a father being ripped away from his child. I only even agreed to let it happen because I knew you wanted it. And as everyone always says, what Farah wants, Farah gets.”

Draco stopped talking, and he softly started twirling one of Farah’s curls. He took a deep breath. “I love you for all of those things; I love you for your kindness, your heart of gold. I love you for giving life to my children. I love you for always being my best friend. I love you for caring about me even when I didn’t deserve it. I love you for trying to see the better in others. I love you for being my wife. But most of all, I love you for you. You are so perfect, it’s almost unhuman. Everything you have ever done has made me fall deeper into love with you. You are everything I have ever wanted. I fall in love you all over again every day. I couldn’t live without you if I tried. I love you, Farah, and that is never going to change.”

Draco looked down upon his wife’s face to see she was crying. Tears softly fell down Farah’s cheeks. “I love you so much, Draco…”

She leaned up and kissed him softly. “And that is never going to change…”

03-01-2008, 02:09 PM	#18 (permalink)
Little Miss Sunshine Formerly: G00DGIRLG0N3BAD Brownie Protector Banshee Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 16,355	Chapter 4 Chapter 4 The night ended sweetly with the couple talking late into the night. Draco had held Farah the whole time, and he had fallen asleep holding her. She woke up the next morning, still in his arms. She kissed him softly, knowing that it would wake him up. “Good morning Sunshine,” Farah giggled. Draco smiled and let go of Farah for a moment, stretching. He let out a deep breath and wrapped his arms back around her. He closed his eyes. “Good morning,” he whispered. Farah smiled at him, looking at his face carefully. She had always wanted to know the answer to an annoying question, but didn’t know how to ask. The question had popped back into her head as she studied Draco’s features. And since they had talked about so much last night, she figured now would be a good time. With that thought, she finally got up the courage to ask. “Draco…why do you love me?,” Farah asked. His eyes opened. He let out a chuckle. “What kind of question is that?” “I’ve always wanted to know why you love me…,” Farah said. “I mean, what I want to know is, why you fell in love with me…” Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath and by the facial expression he made, Farah knew he was thinking hard of which words he should choose to use. He opened his eyes slowly and let them rest on Farah’s face. “Love,” Draco began, “the word is an understatement. I’m not sure if there is even a word that can describe how I have always felt for you. A strong, firey burning? A certain longing with emotions so strong one feels as if they will burst? Nothing can explain how I feel. The very first day we met, that day on the train…you took my breath away. We were both only eleven. But so what? I knew I loved you the moment I laid my most unworthy eyes on you. Your long, glossy, chocolate brown hair cascading down your back. Your big, beautiful, intoxicating eyes to match. Your tan skin the color of caramel, the look that gave you the appearance of having sunbathed for months. Your long silhouette…the way you sat with your legs crossed and your nose in a book as if you had no care in the world, as if you had no clue as to how quickly I had begun to yearn for you. You were something out of a dream; an angel who had fallen from the heavens, whose beauty was so strong it should have been wrong. And then we began to talk and your words took me out of my insane life and into a world all our own. You laughed so freely and smiled so much. I had never seen anything so magnificent. “And then we went to school…naturally your beauty attracted me to you. I didn’t want to leave you alone. Everything with you seemed so perfect. Even the air around you seemed so pure. My heart skipped a beat every time you looked at me or merely said my name. You listened to what I had to say, and you seemed like you genuinely cared about me, when I felt as if I had no one else in this world. You held such a passion for life, and I wanted to hold it, too. I wanted to hold you, to kiss your soft pink lips. To run my fingers through your hair. To care for you when you were sick. To listen when you needed to talk. To tell you everything was going to be just fine, even when it seemed your whole world was crashing down before you. I wanted to be the one you loved. I wanted you to love me the way I loved you. “And then third year came along. You and I were both growing up, and growing closer than ever. We were experiencing the typical stages of adolescence. But then my world came falling down before me. Something had went wrong: you had gained a new person in your life. I had no idea what was going through your mind: I thought I wasn’t good enough. What hurt the most was when I walked into the courtyard and saw you kissing Potter. I felt as if someone had ripped my heart out and shred it to pieces. I wanted to cry, but I remembered I was a Malfoy. Malfoy’s don’t cry. So I withheld all my anger, rage and sadness. I tried to act happy for you on the outside when you told me of your relationship with Potter. But on the inside, I was slowly dying. “We stayed the best of friends, you were always there. And then came six year. You supported me the most then, even though you were barely around. My father and the Dark Lord had put so much pressure on me. You were the only one who knew and understood what I was being unwillingly put through. You knew I didn’t want it. You knew I would have rather been spending time with you. But instead I had to keep myself away from you. That was my biggest downfall. The time I was away meant that that was time you were spending with Potter. You were growing closer than ever to him, and I was growing closer to insanity. Besides all of the pressure I was being put under to complete my task, I felt like I was losing you. That hurt me more than anything. But my family’s life and my own were at steak, and there was nothing I could do about it. I just had to suck it up and let my life break down before me. Not only did I not complete my task, but I also felt like I lost you as a friend. Seventh year, we spoke very little, merely just a ‘hello’ or a ‘good-bye’. Potter wasn’t at the school, but I knew he was with you in spirit. I knew our friendship had come to an end, and I had lost you when I needed you the most. I was so depressed. “I graduated, and I immediately returned home. Father was on the loose, but not at our home. It was just me and mother. She knew I was depressed, and I knew it truly saddened her the way I moped around the house, only thinking of you. She tried to set me up on multiple dates with other Pureblood witches. But none of them were you. She ended up infuriating me so bad that I left. I hid out in many places. “When word got around about your pregnancy, at first I was ecstatic. I knew you had always dreamed of being a mother, and now your perfect dream was coming true. But then I became angry. I knew no one else would be the father to your child other than Potter. I grew so angry that before I knew what had happened, I had completely trashed the home I was staying in. I had died on the inside. I cried, I got mad, everything. I couldn’t handle myself anymore. I never thought I could ever feel anything again. “Then I got news my parents had died. They had been killed by the Death Eaters because they tried to leave the Dark Side. I returned home to the Manor, thinking I could settle myself down here and try to make something of the house. I remember I went into my father’s study and found a letter from one of the Death Eaters. The letter said that Voldemort was going to fight the Order in a couple of days. My heart fluttered and I felt as if I had come back to life, rising from my grave. Knowing you, I knew you would be there. I knew I had to go. I had never become an official Death Eater, but I knew I had to go and see you. I knew you had been far along in your pregnancy, and I knew as much as you wanted a child, nothing would stop you from fighting alongside Potter. You’ve always been the type to stay loyal to those whom you loved. “So I began to plot. I knew I had to get you no matter what it took. I began to think of ways to get you alone, ways to get you unarmed and without Potter around. I plotted everything out. And after a couple of all-plotting days, I had my plan. “The day of the war came and I was more excited than ever. I knew you would be there. You had to be. No one could find Potter without you at his side. When I arrived, the war was in full storm. People were dying, those alive were fighting death. I searched around, looking for you. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally found you alone. Luck was on my side. It was almost too good to be true. It was then that my plan didn’t matter anymore; I had you at the tip of my fingertips. Nothing was going to stop me. “I ran up behind you before you even knew I was there. I grabbed you, and somehow Potter had seen me. He came running, crying for you, screaming at me. I was momentarily frozen on the spot, shocked. But I quickly snapped back into reality and took you away. I guessed you were so scared and shocked that it made you faint. I laid you up in the best room besides mine in the house. I was pleased. Even the house elves seemed excited to see you. You didn’t come to until several days later. “Finally, one of the elves came to me and told me you had awoken. On the outside, I retained my composure, but on the inside, an animal was roaring in triumph. I thought something had happened to you, and I had the elves constantly watch you. But you were now awake, and I was itching to see you. “I made my way to your room, blood pulsing through my veins, my heart pounding so hard I thought my chest was going to explode due to the pressure. I thought you would see me and welcome me with open arms. Or at least that’s what I dreamed. But I knew you better. I should have remembered how stubborn you were. It was the Italian in you, that’s what you always said. I saw you and it felt as if a thousand angels had kissed me. You sat there, such a beautiful disaster. I knew I had broken your heart by taking you from Potter. But it was what I had to do. “You rejected me at first, and I was so hurt. I felt guilty for taking you, almost stupid. But being who I was, I kept you anyways, telling myself you would fall in love with me. I didn’t know that you had already secretly felt the same way about me as I did about you. “And then you had Tinsley. My first instinct was to hate her. She was, after all, the child of the person I loved most and the person I hated most. I hated Potter for getting you pregnant, I hated him for taking the purity you held so well away. I wanted to believe that he forced you into all of it, but deep down I knew you loved him. I wanted so badly to hate Tinsley. But then I held her. Everything I had felt toward her melted away. I looked down at her and I realized she was you in miniature, the only thing separating her from yourself was the fact that she had Potter’s eyes. It almost bothered me. But she was so sweet and innocent that I could feel no resentment or hatred toward her whatsoever. She was sweet, kind and loving. Just like her mother. “And then you and I started getting close. You had begun to feel comfortable around me again. I was so happy. Everything was perfect. We even got close to kissing. But when you pulled back, I knew not to push you. I knew you were slowly starting to have feelings for me. I was so excited I wanted to scream it at the top of my lungs. “After what finally felt like forever, you and I finally kissed. I was so ecstatic I didn’t know what to do about myself. I didn’t sleep that night; I merely replayed the scene in my head millions of times. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how it felt so good to hold you, to kiss you, to feel you with me. It was amazing. “And then came your birthday. I got you everything I knew you would have wanted. Everything was set as planned, and I thought it was going to be a perfect day. And then I made the mistake of mentioning Potter. I should have known that even though you no longer were in his presence that you would still defend him. But then we kissed, and we made love, and everything was so perfect. I almost thought it was too good to be true. “And then we found out you were pregnant. At first I felt awful for it. I knew you would feel like you had cheated on Potter, when that wasn’t the case at all. I felt bad for making you feel bad. But then I realized that everything was going to be fine, and I became so happy. The fact that the woman I loved more than anything in this world was carrying my child pleased me more than anything else possibly could. And we learned he was a boy. I had always wanted to father a son. And the fact that you were the mother of the son made everything even better. “Before we knew it, Troy was born. I was so happy to look down upon the face of my son. I knew he was going to look exactly like me. But I also knew he was going to have the temper and smarts of which you maintain. He was my child, our child, we had made the beautiful creature that was laying in my arms. I finally felt complete. “After that, we got married. I was so nervous, but I knew everything was going to be fine. I was bounding myself to life to the woman I loved the most. No words can explain how happy I was. I loved you, and I loved our family. “Then the twins were born. It was weird to have two more children in the house, especially two children so full of life. But I loved them so much, as I do now. Our family grew. I couldn’t possibly ever be happier. “But a few years later, my happiness felt like it had ended. We ran into Potter in the Alley. So many thoughts ran through my mind; I didn’t know if I should be nice to him or kill him on the spot. But you seemed to want him to see Tinsley, and I wanted to fulfill your wishes as I always do. “He came over and saw his child. It honestly killed me to see him with her, and I felt like a tiny part of me died. I had raised Tinsley, she had been my daughter. I had taken care of her as if she were my own. I felt like a father being ripped away from his child. I only even agreed to let it happen because I knew you wanted it. And as everyone always says, what Farah wants, Farah gets.” Draco stopped talking, and he softly started twirling one of Farah’s curls. He took a deep breath. “I love you for all of those things; I love you for your kindness, your heart of gold. I love you for giving life to my children. I love you for always being my best friend. I love you for caring about me even when I didn’t deserve it. I love you for trying to see the better in others. I love you for being my wife. But most of all, I love you for you. You are so perfect, it’s almost unhuman. Everything you have ever done has made me fall deeper into love with you. You are everything I have ever wanted. I fall in love you all over again every day. I couldn’t live without you if I tried. I love you, Farah, and that is never going to change.” Draco looked down upon his wife’s face to see she was crying. Tears softly fell down Farah’s cheeks. “I love you so much, Draco…” She leaned up and kissed him softly. “And that is never going to change…”