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Druella gazed at herself in the floor length mirror she had conjured. Just moments ago, the dress she had commissioned months ago had finally arrived, wrapped tightly and carried to her sitting room window by two massive horned owls. The second she got her hands on the package, she tore into it with bated breath. The dress was absolutely stunning! It was a beautiful floor-length gown that was as dark as the midnight sky, with sparkling stars scattered all over it. It had even been charmed so the constellations and major stars would glow every so often. A little detail she had added in to pay homage to her husband’s family. She let her eyes graze the dress a little longer before she just had to try it on, but here is where the problem now lies.
It had been a few years since she had a dress made special for her. The last time she actually could recall was the year before her oldest daughter, Bellatrix, was born. Looking at herself in the mirror now, she knew people would be looking at her in this flashy dress, but was that really such a good thing? Turning to the side, she couldn’t help but notice how much her body had changed over the years. Sure, her husband had always assured her that she was beautiful, but after birthing three daughters, she knew her body wasn’t as toned as it once had been. Part of her wished she had made the skirt a bit fuller to distract from her slight stomach pouch and added sleeves to mask the size of her arms. She ran her hands up the beading of the bodice, cupping the swell of her breasts slightly, as if to lift them. Her hands continued their way up, stopping slightly on the image of the swan constellation right at her heart, before moving up her neck and pulling at the skin under her chin. The slight elasticity of her skin there made her so self conscious that she could almost hear the whispers all around her. Perhaps pulling her hair up would accentuate her neck and keep prying, judgemental eyes off her flaws? She quickly summoned a large clip before twisting her hair and pinning it up in a haphazard bun. Standing very tall in the mirror and holding her head up high, she began to examine her body again, hoping this time that she would actually like what she saw.
“Ma belle…”
Druella jumped slightly as she heard the soft whisper from behind her. Through the mirror she could see Cygnus standing in the doorway, his mouth open in some sort of shocked smile and his wide eyes raking over her.
She groaned, bringing her hands up to hide her face and mumbling through her fingers, “You weren’t supposed to see this yet.”
She heard him approach and then suddenly, she felt his arms snake around her midsection and pulled her back against his strong chest. His arms creeped up and carefully grabbed her forearms to lower her own hands from her face. He playfully rested his chin on her shoulder as he began to caress her arms. “You look absolutely radiant,” he breathed out in amazement as he continued to look at her through the mirror.
“Radiant,” she scoffed, turning her head to look at him and pouting slightly, “I look like a troll with a bolt of fabric wrapped around it.”
“Never,” Cygnus uttered, sending her a pout of his own. “You look like a beautiful goddess, bathed in the stars,” he assured, giving her a spin to flare out the skirt of her dress to really show off all the glittering orbs. He drew her close again, steadying his hands on her feminine hips. She cast her head up at him, a skeptical look on her face that caused Cygnus to let out a chuckle. He leaned forward, pressing his lips softly to the cute creace that had formed on her forehead. Druella gently shook her head, slightly annoyed that he wasn’t taking her comment seriously. As she opened her mouth to argue the point, she suddenly heard soft music begin to play. She went to take a step back to see where it was coming from but found herself trapped in Cygnus' grasp. He began to sway them both back and forth, his hands still firm on her hips and her hands coming to rest on his shoulders, more out of habit than anything.
“Cygnus..” she began, before being interrupted by his voice singing tenderly into her ear.
“Look how she lights up the sky. Ma belle, Dru-el-el-a,” he sang, keeping her body close to his and placing a quick kiss on top of her forehead before continuing. “So far above me, yet I know her heart belongs to only me.” On the next verse, he decided to show off a bit to distract her from her insecure thoughts. He wanted her to feel as he always saw her; beautiful. “Je t’adore,” he sang a little louder, twirling her around, “Je t’aime,” before spinning her in the opposite direction and quickly bringing her back into his loving embrace, “Dru-ella”. He spun them around quickly, trying to get her to look at how beautiful she looked in the mirror but her eyes were only glued to his, “You’re my queen of the night, so still, so bright.” He found himself getting lost in her eyes as well. The blue hues reflecting the twinkling stars on her dress, making her eyes look like pools of tiny galaxies. “That someone as beautiful as she could love someone like me.” He caught himself more speaking the last line than speaking, so he picked up the temp a bit to get back on tune, smirking as she continued to gaze up at him, “Love always finds a way, it’s true! And I love you, Dru-el-el-a.” He allowed the beat to carry on as his singing died down and he focused more on dancing with her. They went from just swaying to now properly waltzing around the sitting room, not really counting the steps, but rather just going with what felt natural. This carried on for a few bars before he decided to start singing again. “Love is beautiful,” he sang, slowing their waltz almost to a stop. “Love is wonderful,” he spun her out of his arms, “Love is everything,” before winding her back into his arms, ‘don’t you agree?”
“Mais oui!” she giggled as he held her tightly.
He let out a chuckle of his own before stopping their movement and bringing his voice back down to a whisper and turning her body to face the mirror, “Look how she lights up the sky. I love you, Dru-el-el-a”
Just as Cygnus opened his mouth to silence her doubts once and for all, he found himself silenced by Druella’s lips firmly sealing over his. His eyes went wide for a moment, slightly shocked that she was kissing him, but he quickly settled into it and his eyes fluttered shut as he melted into the soft pillows of her lips. The kiss, however, didn’t last as long as he would have hopped. From behind him, he heard the muffled laughter of three little girls.
Druella pulled away from him and turned to see Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa peaking around the doorway, their tiny hands over their mouths trying to quiet their laughter.
“Doesn’t mummy look beautiful, girls,” Cygnus asked, capitalizing on this moment causing all three girls to nod their head enthusiastically.
“Bootiful, mummy,” three year old Narcissa exclaimed, amazed by the starry dress her mother wore.
Druella threw a glare at her husband before addressing her daughter, “Okay girls, off you go!”
Bellatrix and Andromeda were quick to move away from the door and leave their parents in peace. Narcissa, however, was more reluctant, continuing to stand in the doorway and stare at her parents with great interest. The older girls must have realized that their baby sister wasn’t with them because soon enough a pair of hands reached out, grabbing the tiny blonde and dragging her out of eye sight. All they could hear was her little voice getting further and further away as she was dragged down the hall, “Not fair! I wanna watch them dance again…” Cygnus and Druella looked at each other again, laughing together over their girl's antics.
“See ‘Ella, even the girls agree. Your dress is beautiful, you are beautiful,” Cygnus said now that their daughters were fully out of earshot.
Druella looked to the floor, “You all have to say that though and the girls only believe it because you tell them too.”
Without even having to think about her words, Cygnus pulled her tight against his body, and leaned forward to kiss her jaw, leading down her neck, and leaving a final peck on the top of her exposed breasts. He looked back up at her with nothing but complete love in his eyes, “I love everything about you, I always have. You are and have always been the most stunning witch I have ever laid eyes on. Every time I see you, my heart sings.”
The corner of Druella’s mouth tucked up in a sort of half smile, “It would seem more than just your heart sings…”
“That’s just what you do to me,” Cygnus said with a laugh as he leaned down to whisper huskily in her ear, “but I only sing for you, ma belle."