prompt : Draco and the readers wedding anniversary
Your eyes slowly adjusted to the ray of light peeking through your London apartment. As you opened your eyes, you came face to face with your one and only who was fast asleep next to you.
It was moments like these that made you truly appreciate love. When you have that moment where it’s just you, them and the world. Staring at his face made you spot the small details you had never noticed before. Like the way his light hair fell at different lengths against his porcelain skin, or the length of his thick eyelashes. You noticed the very faint freckles, just popping out from under his skin and the way his forehead would crinkle when he’d inhale in his sleep.
You stretched your arm out just enough to slightly caress his cheek, making sure not to wake him from his slumber. You slowly dragged your light fingers across his delicate skin as if it were to break under your touch. You pushed his platinum hair out of his face, only for it to fall back into position again.
Draco slowly began to wake up, opening his eyes to reveal his grey orbs. He stretched his arm out to grab you by your waist and pulled you into his warm chest. He placed his head on top of yours, and slowly started to run his skinny fingers up and down your spine. “two years” he croaked, his voice not fully functioning at this hour of the morning. “two years” you replied softly, burrowing your head into his neck, placing a small kiss against the side of it.
Two years ago both your lives changed, you promised to stick together through sickness and through health and to love and support each other till death. You felt him pick your left hand up as he started to play with the silver rings placed on your ring finger. You rolled over, so you were laying on top of him. You placed your head over his chest, listening to the rhythmic sounds of his pumping heart. He laced his fingers through your hair, a gesture you grew to love. Letting out a sigh, you dragged your fingers up and down his chest. You squealed as you felt Draco’s hands wrap around your waist, lifting you up to sit on his lap.
He placed you down, him placing his hands behind your bum which was sitting on his lower torso, and you placing yours behind his neck. “I love you to the moon and back” he said softly, looking into your eyes during every word. “I love you to the stars and the planets” you replied, growing to love him more with every word.
You placed a kiss against his lips, still feeling the same fireworks you felt when he first kissed you in fifth year at hogwarts. He pulled away and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. It was at this very moment that you realised that you would be nowhere without this man by your side.
I have been blessed in the past 12 months to be introduced to the most wonderful group of people. I went from being an awkward, queer 15 year old in an all-girls school with no one to turn to, to now where I have 20 people who are by my side and I feel privileged enough to call them a family. We come from all sorts of backgrounds, ethnicities and cultures yet we are all still one of the closest knit families I know. No matter the circumstance, we are always able to pull together, whether that be that we’ll stay up with one another until 4 in the morning or that we just want a laugh and a cup of tea. We are Dumbledore’s Army and we all have each other’s backs.
Dumbledore’s Army was a support group set up by one of the girls in my year who was bi and was looking for some other friends going through similar sorts of sexuality issues. Within the first month of the group being formed we had 5 people come out to their parents and 9 come out to their friends. The formation of Dumbledore’s Army allowed us all to be brave and understand who we were and feel proud. Since we all came from a Catholic background we were all taught that sexuality was a grey area not to be talked about and we should conform to the heteronormative society around us. Without the support of the group of people around me, I never would have been brave enough to come out to so many people. In that respect year 11 changed my life, I went from being a girl who was very firmly in the closet who was going to deal with ‘feelings’ at university, to someone who wasn’t afraid to be who she was.
The best thing about Dumbledore’s Army was the reality that we had all been through very much similar processes and experiences and that there was always someone there who had your back. We had gay cake days, rainbow badges and the ability to always be able to call ‘DA’ and it was like Avengers Assemble. We were literally the Dumbledore’s Army of our school, which was thanks to the Catholic Ethos, as it forbid any GSA or LGBT activities/organisations. We were the first people to speak about the issue with the Sixth Form Council and pressed for more education lower down the school and we tried so hard to stress how important we believed it was for people to know that there’s not just 2 genders and that ‘everyone should be straight’. Unfortunately we did not get what we wanted, but we did get the support of our peers. Our year of 100 girls, who were a group made up of a majority of ignorant, passive homophobes, to a group of accepting and educated individuals and this education helped even more people to come out. We broke down the stereotype that we all ‘stared at their boobs in then changing rooms’ before PE and explained that even though we were gay we still all had a type and didn’t mean we suddenly became ‘horny monsters’. This ability to explain to those who were closest to us that we were still normal people was such a big deal as we were no longer isolated and silenced, we were ourselves.
‘The DA’ stayed united as we all went off to different colleges in the September which was really special since so many other friendships had fizzed away. This proved to us that our friendship was really so special. So as well as using the DA as a support network we were still a group of friends.
Then as the year went on, we began to realise just how fortunate we were to have such a strong group of people around us and we wanted to use ‘the DA’ for good. We knew that based on the laws of probability as well as some strong gaydars and observations that there were other members of the LGBT+ community around our school. We began to ‘recruit’ as such. Our aim was to make a safe space for as many people as possible. We wanted everyone to know that it was okay to be gay and that no matter what we are taught in RE it is not true that you can’t be yourself. We knew how important it was to have the freedom to be you.
So going from what initially formed as a group of 4 very isolated angsty teenagers we became a fighting force of 20 gays. Each person in our group is unique and whilst there are some of us who are significantly more ‘out’ than others we are a group found on trust and respect. We helped so many individuals not feel confined by the ways of our hetero-cis-normative catholic school and made them feel safe. In an environment where we are all expected to get married in 10 years times and start having children, we stood against it. From small things like asking the word for ‘girlfriend’ when doing controlled assessments, all the way up to the big things like trying to make trousers a part of our school uniform, ‘The DA’ have done so much.
We taught each other to be fearless and proud individuals. Without these people I would not be the person I am today and I owe them everything. Thank you all
The DA in June 2016, when we had grown to be 10 people
Kintsugi (金継ぎ?, きんつぎ, “golden joinery”), is the Japanese art of repairing broken things with lacquer mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. It is the art of recognizing beauty in broken things.