i'm half crazy... all for the love of you ♡
draco x weasley oc fic
folklore by taylor swift inspired
"And you can aim for my heart, go for blood... But you would still miss me in your bones."
Following the horrific Battle of Hogwarts, the unexpect...
i promise there's a plot with a happy draisy ending just keep with me ok
half crazy: six years later ✿ Daisy Weasley ✿
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We stood across from each other in the living room of our flat before Dean was off to a weekend with Seamus and his brother.
This wasn't his first time leaving for a weekend like this and I never questioned him spending time with his friends.
Ever since the engagement, it was odd saying things were ours. Of course, I understood that we were engaged to be married, and all things that were mine were also his. But, fucking Christ... I worked very hard for this flat, which was in my name. He moved in only a month ago and he hasn't helped with bills since.
He was mad at me again, which didn't make much sense in the long run, but the shortcoming of the situation made me not want to process any of it. "What did you say? Are you even paying any fucking attention to me?"
"I said," I wanted to huff impatiently, but I knew that wouldn't go over well with him. "All the clothes are organized in the black packing cubes. The toiletries are on the left in the other bag. It's all in there. Plus extras."
"Right," his expression called me stupid in six different ways. "But, I need to ensure you packed it correctly. Don't want it to be fucked up like last time. Don't be so fucking sensitive, Daisy. It's not cute when you act like a little whiny baby."
As I stood quietly at the edge of the hallway, Dean went over his list again as if I didn't stay up all night making sure he had everything he needed perfectly packed. He said it himself; it can't be fucked up like last time, right? Because it was my fault that he didn't pack his clothes for his trip.
Before I snapped out of my dissociative state, Dean closed his suitcase harshly, zipped it up entirely, and moved close to me to close the gap between us.
I never understood why he acted this way sometimes. There was a part of me that truly loved him. I wouldn't marry him if I didn't love at least a piece of him, no matter how small.
"No freakouts while I'm gone." He abruptly burst when he saw I wasn't paying any attention. His hand reached down to my face, plowing my cheeks inward to fix my gaze. "Look at me, Daisy."
"I'm looking," I tried to say to defend myself, but the words came out mushy. It came out all pouty, and I knew better. How often do I need to be reminded not to act this way?
So stupid, Daisy. Stupid, stupid girl.
"I mean it...." Dean's thumb squeezed against me and inward toward my chin as the seconds continued, "No freakouts. I don't want to be called by anyone about you. I'm going to be incredibly busy. Do not embarrass me."
