Hiraeth| Lorenzo Berkshire

beach

For some reason I'm listening to 'Your New Boyfriend' by Wilbur Soot right now lol, anyways enjoy!

arianna riddle

I wake up alone, with the blanket pulled over me.

I sit up and my eyes fall onto Lorenzo's shoes.

He's still here.

Just then, the door opens and he walks in.

He walks in with a bag of clothes.

He throws his clothes on the floor and makes eye contact with me.

"You're up already?"

"What are you doing?" I ask and walk over to him.

"Draco brought some of my clothes so I can stay here for a while." 

"Oh, okay," I say and he holds my hand.

"Get ready, I'm going to take you somewhere," he said as he kissed my forehead.

"Where?" 

"You'll see," he said with a smirk and started changing.

....

Enzo picked up a bag and we left the Burrow

"Where are you taking me?"

"You'll see," he said as he raised his wand in the air.

Fast winds and distorted figures quickly pass us and we make it to this bright place, with lots of lights.

Everything slows down and we land on sand.

"You used to always tell me how you wanted to go to the beach, but your mother said-"

"That it was for filthy poor people who couldn't afford their own pool, I remember," I interrupt and we both start laughing.

Lorenzo opened the bag and pulled out a large towel.

He placed it on the floor and sat down on it. 

He then patted on the empty space next to him, motioning me to sit down next to him.

I sit down and rest my head on his shoulder.

We start watching the little kids play in the sand.

"Lorenzo."

"Hm?" 

"I've been thinking, how about we make Draco the godfather?" 

"The godfather?"

"Mhm."

"Of our child."

"No, our pygmy puff, of course our child! I mean, he's always been there for us. He's always there for me, and I feel like he should be the Godfather."

Lorenzo huffs and looks at the kids again.

"Okay, fine, if it means that much to you, he could be the godfather-. But I choose our next child's Godfather-"

"Next child?!"

"Yes, we're going to have 10 kids-"

"I'm not  having 10 kids!" I yell as I take my head off of his shoulder and look at him, "Who'll be the Godfather for our next child, IF we have another one?"

"Maybe George-"

"George Weasley?! Really? I thought you-"

"He protected you while I was still at the Manor, he watched over you, your every step. I would pick Fred but he's, y'know," he moved his thumb across his throat.