Draco Malfoy walked the streets of London. He was far away from the Malfoy Mansion and his family.
The boy had a lot on his mind, he was torn between what is right and wrong. Draco was sure he is a bad person, doing terrible things and that he is just like his father. He didn't realize he couldn't be someone else even if he wanted to. Lucius and Narcissa tried their best to raise him in a proud pureblood wizard, worth of his family name.
But Draco Malfoy wasn't a bad guy. No one who doubts in his actions and questions if he did a right thing or not could ever be a terrible person.
The truth was, Draco wasn't the saint, not even close, tho he tried his best to be better in the past few weeks.
Why? Maybe because he felt this guilt inside him.
One can only imagine what Draco went through his years. He couldn't betray his family name, his father and aunt Bellatrix were both Death Eaters and Draco knew long ago, he will be asked to join them once. Not like he had a choice, if he turned them down, he'd not only risk his own life, but his parents too.
And now Draco was wondering, he knew the day of him becoming a Death Eater was coming close.
He made a few steps down an empty street. The houses were nothing like those of the wizards, muggle's have quite of a strange taste, he thought.
It was a beautiful and peaceful day in July, the weather was perfect and it seemed like everything in the world is going just fine. But it didn't.
Draco took a deep breath as he sat on the bench in the park. He was looking at his feet, while his hands rested on his knees.
Silence was broken by a laughter which made Draco look up from the ground.
His eyes searched across the trees until they landed on a girl, not far away from him. The girl was smiling, her eyes were full of happiness, something what Draco's missed for a long time.
Everything on the muggle girl spoke she wasn't a witch. She wore short jeans and white Chuck Taylor's and Draco couldn't help but admit the red shirt she was wearing really complimented her long (y/h/c) hair.
The girl laughed again, as a dog brought her a tennis ball. She picked it up and threw it in Draco's direction.
And then it hit Draco's head. It didn't hurt pretty much, but still Draco rubbed the side of his head while he stood up.
The girl's eyes widened.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" She shouted as she rushed to Draco.
"Are you okay? I really didn't mean to throw it at you." She spoke softly.
As she was closer, Draco noticed her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes and a few freckles spread across her nose and cheeks.
She was pretty, he thought.
"Um, it's okay." Draco blurred out. He picked up a green ball, turning it around and watching it closely.
He saw that for the first time in life, until then he only knew for the Quidditch balls.
He went to pass her the ball, but before he could do that the dog jumped on him.
"Marley! Stop it, leave him alone." The girl shouted as Marley winged his tail, looking at Draco.
Draco smiled and patted his soft fur.
"I'm (y/n)." The girl spoke suddenly and Draco looked up from Marley.
"..I'm Draco." He smiled.
"That's your name?" She questioned and then Draco reminded his name wasn't used in the muggle world.
"Yeah, um it's kind of a nickname.."
"Oh..cool." The girl said and smiled again.
From her eyes to her mouth there was this positivity she had, the kind Draco has never seen before. Like she was smiling all the time and couldn't stop.
"Is this your dog?" Draco asked.
"Yes, I found him two years ago on Christmas. Someone must have had abandoned him and then I took him home. We're inseparable ever since." (y/n) said.
Draco smiled. "Do you live near here?"
(Y/n) nodded. "Just around the corner. But I never seen you around here."
"Yeah, well I'm from Wiltshire." Draco replied.
You nodded. You looked up at him, in his eyes. He was different from you and all others you have met. He smelt of peppermint and warm ocean breeze. Draco, even his name was strange, beautiful, but strange just as him.
"Are you visiting someone here, or..."
"No, no I just wanted to get away from.."
Silence. Draco was out of words, should he tell a total stranger about his family? What he feels? Would she judge him? Think he's a coward and arrogant?
As his gaze fell, your lips curled in a slight smile. He wasn't shy, you thought, he was more of a thinker and a loner. The one who keeps their mind for themself and reveals nothing to the world. You suddenly realized he was hurt. In his eyes you could see the sadness and despair.
"I understand," you spoke, "I to get away from time to time too."
Draco looked up at you and smiled.
"Care to join me and Marley on a walk?"
Draco nodded "I'd be glad to." He replied and you two continued on walking.
Draco told you about his strict parents, about his doubts and fears. You realized all people he told you about had strange names and it felt like Draco lived in another world. Yet, you understood him. You could feel what he felt. Fear or letting other people down, fear of disapproval and not becoming what you want to be. The person who you really are.
"Sometimes," Draco said "the greatest fear of mine, is being myself."
His eyes were staring up in the sky, like they were looking for something.
He then sighed and gave you a broken smile.
"You shouldn't be afraid of who you are and what you fear, Draco. Even if you did bad things, that doesn't make you a bad person."
The two of you continued on walking, talking about your families, friends and the world around you. Draco was very sweet and nice person and even if he told you he wasn't you truly believed he was.
It was getting darker, you and Draco forgot about the time and stars already appeared in the sky.
"I'm really glad I met you." Draco said.
Marley sat at his legs, looking up and begging for his attention. "Both of you." Draco added and patted your dog.
"The pleasure is ours Mr. Malfoy." You said and he chuckled.
"I hope I see you around (y/n)."
You nodded slightly. You too, hoped on seeing him again. But there was this feeling that you won't.
Again Draco's gaze fell, but this time he wasn't silent.
"You are the only one that thinks there is something good in me. I appreciate that, (y/n), really. You are the kindest person I have ever met."
That gave you chills. It wasn't the typical compliment one gives you when you first meet him. You smiled at him before you spoke "I'm sure I'm not the only one, Draco. And you really are a good person. I feel...I feel like I've known you for years. And I believe there is more good than evil in you."
The street lights went on and there was only you, Draco and Marley. It was like a dream, standing there, looking up at Draco who looked like he was made in heaven.
You couldn't believe how someone like him felt so bad about himself. Why couldn't he see what you saw.
"There should be more people like you. At least there where I come from. But today, here with you, I felt so much better. Like I'm in another world." Draco spoke.
His eyes were telling he was being completely honest to you and you were honored.
You took his cold hands in your warm ones and your heart was no longer the center of your body, but in that moment every conscious part of you was in the hand that Draco held.
"We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine." You said, before you let go of his hands, knowing well you will never see him again, even tho every single inch of you hoped that you will.
First of all, congrats on reaching 1000 followers!!! Second, UGH. All the AUs you listed are soooo good! It's so hard to choose just one! Lol but I (barely) managed to narrow my choices down to the hugged the wrong person from behind AU. I think it's just so unique and I don't think I've ever read an AU fic like that before. When I saw it, I immediately thought Felicity's definitely the one doing the hugging. It just fits haha so that's my pick! I think I've read almost all of your fics [cont'd]
"the new mailman is dumb and keeps giving me your mail by mistake"
It’s been about a month since he moved into this new place. This new house, which frankly is weird enough. Him, Daryl Dixon, in a house. Alright so it’s what the people around here call a damn bungalow, but fuck if he’ll ever call it that. It’s a small house; just one bedroom, a living room/kitchen, and a bathroom, and that’s it.
He rents it; he doesn’t own it. No Dixon ever owned anything bigger than a trailer, after all. But still, it’s almost sort of his. Has been since Merle got locked away and Daryl, without his brother ragging on him and dragging him along for the ride, decided to settle down in the first appealing town he came to.
So now he has a house, with a front door and it’s own mailbox, and oh yeah, neighbors. He knows all of them by now. Not by name, of course, because that would require talking to them. There’s Bud Light and his wife Yappy across the street. Bud Light because the only thing he ever sees the guy going out for is cases of that drink, and Yappy not because she talks too much but because she’s always walking this little damn dog that yaps up a damn storm. Next door to them is an old man who lives alone; Daryl calls him The Hoarder because he’s never seen the man throw a single thing away. To his right is Blue Car Lady who, you guessed it, has a blue car. She’s older and keeps to herself and he doesn’t mind her much. Once a week or so ago he helped her when her blue car wouldn’t start, and since then she’s waved at him whenever she sees him.
And then to the left is the blonde girl, or as he calls her… Sunshine.