riddlepls | the morning after meme

( arguably, the shift begins more subtly for astoria. really, it's all the same, at first: the grey light of morning, rain pounding against the grand windows of the master bedroom, draco's slow, even breathing. the feeling of his heartbeat beneath her fingers. she shifts against him – she hasn't been much of an early riser before scorpius, but these days, she has begun to appreciate the brief, lazy hours of morning during which their son still slept.

with a hint of mischief in her smile, she opens her eyes, shifts to be above him, brushes his hair aside, and freezes ––

the first, utterly mindless thought that hit her is lucius, the second one is less absurd, but every bit as unnerving: somehow, her husband has managed to skip quite a few years between falling asleep in her arms last night and right now. )

Draco?

[ draco hasn't slept well since the war. he slept better with astoria by his side, for years, but losing her had brought back every bad night, every nightmare, and left him looking restless and sleepless as he had before they'd gotten married. having her warmth againt him is so natural that he just sleeps soundly as he had before she'd passed, even in this alternate timeline that he'd found to be just as harrowing as the war (only in different ways).

movement makes him stir, the presence above him; his head tips up into the touch before he hears astoria's voice and his eyes open slowly. he has this dream often and it's so fleeting that he wants to make sure he doesn't ruin it. ] Astoria.

[ but something is wrong. she's too young - not the age she should be. she's so young they may a well be newlyweds, or simply taking care of a very young son, not one careening toward adulthood.

no, it's this place. it's this place and astoria is here which means draco is awake and suddenly he's half sitting up, resting on one elbow with the other hand cupping her face. ] Astoria?

Darling, it's really you.

( it's is something she notices, it's in the lines of his face, the fact that he hasn't been sleeping. it's a familiar look, or it used to be a familiar look, back before they were inseparable. things had gotten better, little by little – to see the dark shadows back has her heart aching for him. )

Love, are you ––

( the option is creeping in, of course. his surprise at seeing her, how he cups her face like he can't quite believe she isn't a figment of some dream. it's battling her own idea, strange in a different way, but a little less immediately scary: after all, if it happened overnight, it can be fixed just as quickly. )

Are you feeling quite well?

( she gives a reassuring smile, and reaches up to run a thumb across his cheek, before burying her hand in his hair. she has half a mind to kiss him, but she does think those mysteriously added decades should possibly be addressed first. )

[Ron wakes up most of the way off the bed. Actually, it's a wonder that there's any part of him still on the bed, since his cheek is mashed against the floor. He's pretty sure he stuffed a sock under his temple to sleep on. He's pretty sure he remembers waking up just enough to do that and then passing out again.

He also has a hangover from the depths of hell and the cause of that he doesn't remember at all.

So he's not especially unobtrusive or quiet when he groans and drags himself back up onto the bed, but there is, at least, a quiet moment when he grabs a pillow and curls up around it. Quiet until he peels one eyelid open makes the kind of sound a cat shoved into a bag might make before trying to literally kick Malfoy off the bed.

[ draco is asleep on the bed like a normal person, thank you, or at least he is (and peacefully for once, at that) until it sounds like someone is trying to abuse animals in his (?) bedroom and then he's being kicked off the bed.

an arm darts out to slap said foot (feet?) away before it moves up to hold onto the headboard and keep himself on the bed but it just manages to make sure his head stays on the pillow while the rest of him slowly slides off the bed.

then he realizes who is kicking him and he lets go, landing on the floor with a thump and a string of very distressing cursing.

followed by: ]

Merlin's tits, what the hell, Weasley?

What the hell! [He parrots it back, leaning over the edge of the bed to stare down at Draco.]

What the - you - hell! [Very eloquent, Ronald. He makes a sweeping gesture that is probably just more confusing than anything close to useful.]

What are you doing here!

the morning after meme

dadco malfoy.

... alternative arrival? look i want a cute in-game morning after, so tears is what's on now.

oh no

OH YE

shrugs

cackle lol

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