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Socks

Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, holding a needle and thread. A pair of socks in her lap. She squinted and raised the needle and thread to her eye, attempting very poorly to thread it. She finally managed to push the thread through the small hole at the top of the needle, before Draco walked in quickly looking for his watch, and moving quickly as to not be late for work,

His left hand fiddled with his right sleeve. He always tried to button the wrist cuffs on his own, but could never manage it. Furthermore he always forgot something, and burst through the room last minute searching for something. Ties, watches, rings, but never his wedding, jewelry, or a stolen kiss from Y/Ns list.

Y/N would present her lips to him in a heartbeat but Draco prefered to act like he stole one. Grabbing at the side of her faces, his fingertips brushing her cheekbones. He would quickly press his lips to hers, relishing in the feeling for a second. For a second he would admire how they felt. Always smooth, never chapped. Sweet and tasted like honey. After all those years of kissing her you would think that he would have remembered how her lips felt, but he could never remember everything. Kissing her was always overwhelming and when he did it took over his senses.

Draco walked into the room. His head moving side to side, searching empty countertops for his gold watch. It was a gift from his mother. Being one of the last things he ever allowed himself to recieve. Without exception he was always intent on wearing it, for this reason.

“ You left it in the night stand.” Draco nodded and walked to the nightstand. Hands out stretched and reaching for the drawer. The sleeve of his shirt still left open and wide, leaving his forearms open and sleeves flapping open every time he moved. “ Let me help you, sweetheart.” she said.

Draco pulled the watch from the drawer. Gold with a silver face. Hand moving, a couple minutes ahead. Draco thought she did it on purpose, making the watch faster than time itself, to make sure he arrived everywhere on time. Draco never changed it to make it correct. He never cared to.

She took the watch from his palm and brushed her fingers along his wrist and forearm, fighting not to kiss his perfect forehead. Or his perfect cheek that always accepted her lips. Or all over his perfect face that always seemed to want to be close to her.

He leaned in, watching her strap the watch to her wrist. Her hands drifted up to her sleeve, and buttoned the right one. Followed by the left. The tie on her neck was crooked. So she reached for his neck. If was anyone else he would have been nervous, but she always but him at ease. It was impossible for him to be tense around him. His parents abused him when he was a boy, and it made him hesitant to accept affection. Y/N was determined to show him all the loved he missed out on when he was a child. It was impossible for him to fall rigid with her. Her touch so gentle. Calm and nice. Weather it was after a long day and she was dressing his wounds, or rubbing at the tense muscles that would accumulate after a long days work.

Her fingers ajusted his tie and lingered at his neck. Her fingers touched at his collar. Right before they met his skin. Draco lingered on her eyes. Stone cold grey, yet very readable, her face was as well. She waited for him to kiss her goodbye.

“ Thank you my love.” he whispered.

Then his fingers touched the sides of her face. Fingertips running along her sweet skin and pulled her face to his. The feeling overwhelmed him this time. Warm and soft, never chapped and firm. Then he pulled away. She tried to hold on to him, wanting to kiss him for forever and a day if it were possible. And he never wanted to leave. He liked his job, but he liked her more. He wished he could stop time if that meant he could hold her for longer, but he always pulled away.

Even if he wanted to stay with her, it was a reminder of what he had to come back to, what he promised to her the day of there wedding. She smelled like honey. Not that artifical shit, but honey. Like the kind of honey that you would put in tea.

He noticed that she had a lap full of socks and a needle and thread woven though her pajama shorts. His eyes moved from her to the socks and her idle hands then back at her who was looking back at him with gleefull eyes.

“ What are you doing?”

“ There’s a hole in my sock.” she chirped. “ I’m fixing them, I meant to do it last week, but I got busy.”

“ Why don’t you just throw them in the bin?” he asked, shifting his head to the right. He couldn’t help but smile looking at her face and smelling the honey shampoo that radiated of her body.

“ If I threw away my socks every time I got a hole in them, I wouldn’t have any socks.” she stole a kiss from him on the cheek and patted his chest as if she were shooing a fly. “ Now hurry, you’re going to be late for work.”

He left, because she was right. The last thing he wanted was to be late, and to have Harry crawling up his ass for doing so, and Hermoine giving him a face that made him feel ashamed.

On the walk to work it couldn’t help but bother him. Y/N didn’t come from a family of means. Her mother used muggle drugs, and her father ended up in a muggle prision for doing drugs. She ended up running away from her mothers abuse when she was 16.

She had a lot of habits that Draco considered strange, she would hoarde food long after it went bad, and until it gotten so rotten that it made the house smell of mildew. She refused to get rid of anything old, no matter how tattered and torn up it as. Her favorite sleep shirt used to belong to Draco. He wore it so much that the scent was embeded into every thread that made that shirt a shirt. It was a faded, mucas, minty green and it smelled of him. Mint and freshly mowed grass. The sleeves had nearly fallen off from it being tossed around in the washer so much, and he offered to buy her the finest pajamas that he could afford but she never accepted them.

She still had a hard time accepting gifts even on days that she deserved it like holidays and special ocassions. Their annaversy was spent with him insiting that she deserved something nice, Christmas was spent with her face turning red when she saw all the presents he bought her, and she would always end up shocked on her birthday, which she hardly ever awknolged and always forgot. She was confued when Draco remembered it, because she herself didn’t think it was worth it to do so. Last year he got her a delisously frosted cake, the frosting was buttercream and tasted sweet. The cake was savoury and tasted like meal. The cake was delisous, but no doubt expensive, something that she was not worth.

Draco thought about all socks that he threw away, all the holes that he put in them and without putting no more thought to it. Y/N debated on throwing away a blanket with so many holes that it couldn’t be used. Argued with him when he bought her a new shirt, and cried when he insited on 2000 thread count sheets. Draco’s mind went back to her, sometimes he would catch her a night, her fingers rubbing at the satin sheets like she was trying to memorize them, the way they felt before they would get snatched away like everything else was.

How many socks had he thrown away without care? How many times had he not simply patched a shirt, and instead threw it away. How many holes had Y/N patched. She certainly patched a hole in him. Put him back together after the war, helped him to his feet when his mind was so fractured that he struggled to pull himself out of bed. Held his head while he cried into her chest, dampining her shirt after his parents swore that they would never speak to him again for his acts of treason.

She deserved socks without holes, as many socks as she damn pleased. She deserved a life without holes, where she would sleep in comfort and wear a shirt that she didn’t have to constantly repair.

Draco took off work early and walked to the nearest store. He placed a handful of gold coins on the counter and demanded all the socks that 4lbs of gold would afford him. This confused the muggle who happened to be working, who’s mouth fell wide at the amount of wealth that was placed on the counter.

He returned home with more socks then feet on the earth. More socks then Y/N would ever want or need. More socks than she was worth. He walked through the door and heard it slam behind her. He placed his ear to the air and listened for Y.N. He hear her feet pitter on the carpet in the next room and heard the broom scratching at the floor as she swept.

He pulled the finest pair of purple wool socks. They were soft to the touch and felt like a dream. He walked to the lounge, she still swept, not noticing his presnece til he cleared his throat causing her to startle and jump slightly. Then her face settled into relif and held joy.

“ You’re home early.”

“ I had to come home, I couldn’t stop thinking of you.” he spoke, he unhid the socks from his suit jacket. “ I got you a present.” he held the socks to her, and she took them.

As soon as she touched them she tried to push them back into his hands. They felt expensive and rich and the royal purple made them seem like they belonged to some sort of royalty. Draco knew that she would try to push them back so he balled his fist and refused to accept them.

“ These are expensive.” That was true, they were expensive, a fact that he could not deny. “ I can tell.”

“ I never said they weren’t.” he smiled. Her face turned red and he enjoyed how he made her nervos. The way goosebumps trailed up and along her arms, the way her sweet smile turned even sweeter like it was dipped in cream.

“ How much did this cost?”

“ That does not matter.”

“ How much?” she demanded, her sweet voice filled with edge.

“ Don’t worry about it.” he stated.

That meant they were expensive. He wouldn’t tell her the price so that meant that they cost him alot. Socks that she wasn’t worth.

“ Take them back.” she placed her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to one side.The broom fell and landed on the couch.

“ I threw away the reccipt.” he said. He kicked his leg out infront of him, the leather sole on his dress shoe scuffing the wood floor and walked back to the kitchen.

She followed him and stopped when she saw all the bags on the counter. There was at least a dozen of them, most of them overfilled and puffy at the sides, with socks. All kinds of socks, white socks, tube socks, yellow socks, blue ones. Some with shapes and others with stripes.

Her mouth was open and her arms fell to her sides. She was wearing her best clothes, a satin blouse Draco bought Y/N for her birthday and a skirt that Hermonie had let her borrow 12 years ago that she never returned.

“ Draco-”

“ You’re keeping them.”

“ But-”

“ You’re keeping them.”

“ They probably cost so much-”

“ They did.” he spoke. Y/N watched the ball in his throat move every time he spoke to ground her, it grounded her in reality even though Draco had bought her weight in wool and put it on the counter. “ Worth every penny.”

“ I can’t accept it.”

“ You can. You deserve socks without holes.”

Y/N grew aware of how close he was. She could feel the breath on her face, fanning outover her body. His breath smelled of spearmint and honey. She stuttered out a response before he took her hands. Her skin felt smooth and cold against his fingertips.

He bent down and got on his knees, at first he wished he kneeled on a carpet. The wood was hard and Draco wasn’t a man who kneeled often, and it made his knees hurt.

“ No more holes.” he spoke, his voice filled with air.

“ Okay.” her eyes were pinpricked with tears.

“ Say it.”

“ No more holes.” she whispered. She couldn’t seem to look away from his eyes, they entraped her.

“ Like you mean it.”

“ No more holes.” she said. She demanded with harshness and Draco smiled.

He made her say those words into the evening, they fell out of her mouth and tumbled around in the air. They bounced around the house and echoed off the walls until she had no choice but to believe her own words.

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