What did you dream last night?
He dreams of Esme.
He was a child and she was child when they met. She was his first kiss, natural and playful one night as they were parting and he didn’t realize it had happened until he was half way home and his thin fingers danced to his razor sharp lips.
She was a Muggle.
He was a Malfoy.
They never said goodbye- not really but they were parted wholly and completely one afternoon when they were at the beach and his pale skin was burning and his father found them. There was no great fight. No argument. One day they were vacationing, and then the next morning they were back home and never returned. His father never spoke of it. Lucius took the hint.
Perhaps if there had been something else Lucius Malfoy wouldn’t dream so; perhaps if he had been given a chance to spurn her himself or defend her- if he was given the ultimatum like his sister in law would receive it wouldn’t be like this. He could have stood on his own two feet then: could have loved her and fought for her or thrown her aside. She wouldn’t have been the last.
But instead, it was quiet and shut away unfinished.
And he wonders sometimes- in his dreams- because she never occupies his waking moments if they could have been happy? If they could have been anything at all…
But instead, they remain a fleeting memory, an amusing anecdote he doesn’t speak of.
Instead, it’s just a dream.
Lucius Malfoy
Harry Potter
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He was a child and she was child when they met. She was his first kiss, natural and playful one night as they were parting and he didn’t realize it had happened until he was half way home and his thin fingers danced to his razor sharp lips.
She was a Muggle.
He was a Malfoy.
They never said goodbye- not really but they were parted wholly and completely one afternoon when they were at the beach and his pale skin was burning and his father found them. There was no great fight. No argument. One day they were vacationing, and then the next morning they were back home and never returned. His father never spoke of it. Lucius took the hint.
Perhaps if there had been something else Lucius Malfoy wouldn’t dream so; perhaps if he had been given a chance to spurn her himself or defend her- if he was given the ultimatum like his sister in law would receive it wouldn’t be like this. He could have stood on his own two feet then: could have loved her and fought for her or thrown her aside. She wouldn’t have been the last.
But instead, it was quiet and shut away unfinished.
And he wonders sometimes- in his dreams- because she never occupies his waking moments if they could have been happy? If they could have been anything at all…
But instead, they remain a fleeting memory, an amusing anecdote he doesn’t speak of.
Instead, it’s just a dream.
Lucius Malfoy
Harry Potter
255