Requested by anon: do you think you could do a fic where draco malfoy meets a girl in a class and he really likes her but then the next week he meets a boy in the same class and really likes him and he’s really torn up between them but it turns out it is the same person but their genderfluid
bisexual!Draco x gender-fluid!reader where Draco meets them at a party as a boy and falls in love but meets them in the dining hall as a girl and falls in love and he is torn between them but it turns out to be the same gender-fluid person and it ends in some fluffy kissing maybe.
Word count: 1,868
Warnings: None.
A/N: As you may know, I am not genderfluid nor do I know any genderfluid person (like in real life), so this one was hard. I tried to investigate as much as I could but I can’t promise that it will be just right. So I’d be very thankful if you could give me some feedback about this cuz all I want is for everyone here to feel included and I want to do it right. With that being said:
Enjoy!
Bells were tolling, marking the end of the first period and thus the start of the second period. The students changed classrooms quickly, chatting as fast and loud as possible before they had to be quiet again.
Draco walked with his head down. Not wanting to talk to anyone, he tried his best to look unavailable. He had gotten into a fight with his friends; they expected things from that he just wasn’t comfortable with and so he was alone.
His second period class was Potions. His head teacher, Professor Snape, was well aware of the situation between Draco, Crabbe and Goyle and so he announced he’d be assigning the seats for the class.
Everyone but Draco complained. He knew Professor Snape did it for him and was silently thankful for that.
Professor Snape started pairing people who “had the same level and understanding in Magic”, so Draco figured he would be paired up with Hermione Granger. He was okay with the idea, he actually admired her and maybe that was his chance to let her know… Since he wasn’t hanging with his usual friends, maybe, just maybe, he could change a bit.
However, Miss Granger got paired up with a girl from Ravenclaw. Harry Potter got paired up with some girl from Hufflepuff, and the Weasley boy got paired up with the kid that makes everything explode.
Who would he be paired up with?
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” Professor Snape called, “your partner will be Draco Malfoy.”
Draco looked back at the person Professor Snape had called. It was a very nice looking girl from (Y/HH).
The girl approached shyly at first, but once she put her books on the table she started gaining confidence.
Draco couldn’t help but to be amused with how agile she was with potions. She solved problems like once blows dust from an old book, and prepared potions as if they were tea. She was skilled to say the least, but she was also nice.
Draco thought for a second that she’d hate on him. It would’ve been justified since he was usually a narcissistic brat, that one rich kid no one stands, and he genuinely didn’t talk to anyone but his friends and often to Potter and his friends (but that was just to be mean). Why was she nice?
They finished the first potion rather quickly. Not even Granger and her partner did so by the time they were done, so they had a couple minutes to chat.
“I like your hair,” Draco said. He knew how to make people like him; he just figured he’d never need such skills before.
“Thanks,” she replied with a sincere smile.
“I feel like it’s… different,” he continued, “I feel like anyone could pull it off but not really.” The girl tilted her cute face to a side, not knowing if it was a compliment or not, “do you think I could pull it off?”
She laughed and shook her head.
“You might be right, that kind of hairstyle is only for cool people.”
“You think I’m cool?” She asked.
“I think you’re different and, from where I stand, that’s the equivalent of being cool.”
She blushed slightly and thanked him with a whisper.
“I think you’re cool when you are not with your bully friends.”
“I don’t think I’ll be around them much often then,” Draco stated and they giggled. “No, but really, I think you’re very nice.”
“You’re very straightforward, Mr Malfoy.” She stepped back a little.
“Mr Malfoy is my father, and though he will hear about this,” he joked, “I actually would like it very much if you just called me Draco.”
“Okay… I’m (Y/N)” she stretched her hand and Draco shook it with his.
The instructions for the second potion were given almost right after that, and they finished it quickly between laughs and a nice chat. The third one was a bit harder, so Draco, who was absolutely focused, didn’t have the opportunity to continue talking to her.
When the bell rang once again, she was gone without a trace. Lost among hordes of talkative children.
He wanted to find her, she was nice and a good person to begin with. He could show how much of a good guy he was if given the chance and she had given it to him. But how could he find her?
The school was too big, the hallways were too loud, and though he knew her name he was too shy and proud to just go around asking everyone for her. No, he didn’t want to seem desperate.
“Are you coming?” a kid from the Slytherin quidditch team asked. Draco was sitting alone at the common room.
“Where?”
“To the Halloween party,” the kid replied as if it were obvious.
“Oh, yes, I just need to get dressed,” Draco replied. The party was the perfect place to find the girl, or at least to try and find her because he wasn’t sure she’d be there.
He got dressed all in black and went upstairs.
The stairs, the Entrance, and the Great Hall were all filled with people. Kids from all years and houses along with the teacher and Hogwarts’s ghosts chatted excitedly as traditional music played on the background.
The tables were fully served with tons of different options, from snacks to main dishes, and floating pumpkins ornamented the ceiling. It was truly a magnificent view.
Draco had always liked the castle. He thought of it as an architectural masterpiece that was wasted as a school when it might as well be a museum of magic. Of course, he was partly thankful it was that school because he could live in the castle. But nonetheless, he felt like such beauty could be used in a better way.
The minutes passed and the nice girl from Potions call was nowhere to be seen.
“You lost something?” A soft voice called.
Draco’s heart rushed as he looked behind his back, only to find a tiny boy with a red costume.
“What are you dressed up as?” Draco inquired.
The boy looked down to his outfit and shrugged. “It’s supposed to be a dragon, but I really can’t see it.”
Draco nodded and looked to the sides, in search of the girl.
“What are you dressed up as?” The boy asked him.
“A wizard,” Draco replied and the boy scoffed.
“Wow” the boy said in a sarcastic tone, “you are so cool, oh my God.”
Draco chuckled and finally focused his attention on the boy.
“I didn’t have a costume,” he explained. “And I did lose something.”
“Maybe I can help you find it.”
“I lost a girl. Her name is (Y/N),” Draco told him, “do you know her?”
“I do,” the boy said, “we’re close, actually.”
“Where is she?”
“She’s not coming,” the boy said. “So I guess you’re stuck with me now.”
Draco frowned, not entirely understanding that jump of logic. But hey, he was trying new things after all so he agreed.
The night went by rather quickly by the boy’s side. He was charming, chill, and so funny. It was no wonder to Draco that the boy and (Y/N) could be close friends, as a matter of fact, they could’ve been twins and Draco would’ve believed it. They were too similar, even physically.
“I think you’re a cool kid, Draco Malfoy,” the boy said.
“You too,” Draco replied. They were at the bridge that led to the boat house, far away from the actual party.
“You know?” The boy said, “I am quite impulsive sometimes and…” Suddenly, the boy pecked Draco’s lips.
At first, Draco was shocked. He didn’t expect a kiss from that boy but, once that first shock passed, he couldn’t help but to melt in his lips.
He felt like he was somehow cheating on the girl, but also not really. It felt right, it felt like they belonged together.
They kissed and kissed for what felt like an eternal instant and then the boy pulled away.
“I hope you liked it,” he said.
“I did,” Draco replied and tried to kiss him again but the boy stepped back.
“I hope you can learn to like me as I am,” he continued. Draco tilted his head, not entirely understanding what he meant.
The midnight bell tolled.
“Better get going,” the boy said.
“Why?” Draco asked.
“Cinderella’s spell will break.”
Draco shrugged, not understanding what he meant by that, as the boy ran back to his dorm.
A whole week passed and Draco hadn’t seen either the boy or the girl. He was confused to say the least, and quite frankly he was sad and alone again.
Crabbe and Goyle seemed to be better off without him, so he didn’t even bother in trying to make peace with them. Instead, he decided to embrace his solitude.
He would spend every afternoon hidden near the Black Lake. He’d sit under a tree and read whatever he had available, and just get lost in the calm sounds of nature.
The last day of the week, while he was dozing off to the sound of birds, he heard branches breaking. He wasn’t going to pay much attention to that. Lots of kids went out to that side of the forest to play with their friends, they couldn’t be much bother.
He closed his eyes again and got lost in the memory of those eyes, both the boy and the girl had amazing (Y/E/C) eyes, and their smile was so big and warm, and their voices were soft, and their hair… They had almost the same hairstyle.
Draco opened his eyes again, only to find those same eyes staring at him.
“Hi,” they said.
“Hi,” Draco greeted, his own eyes were wide.
“Long time no see,” they joked and Draco nodded.
“So… this is me,” they said. “I know it might be weird… I don’t know if you’re into… Or if I’m being pushy, or…”
“No,” Draco stated. “Not at all… Pushy, I mean. You’re not pushy.”
They smiled.
“So you finally understood who I am?”
Draco smiled back at them and smiled warmly.
“Do you think you can handle it?”
“I think I don’t have to handle anything because it’s not really an issue to handle,” Draco said and their smile widened so much all of their teeth were visible, and their cheeks blushed and they just radiated joy that was so contagious even Draco started blushing.
“I just wished you had told me from the beginning,” Draco mumbled after a couple minutes.
“What’s the fun in that?” They giggled.
Draco giggled too and looked down shyly. He had never felt this way before. He could never be vulnerable, or nice, or sweet with any other friend so he wasn’t sure how to proceed.
“This is the part where you kiss me,” they said, dragging Draco out of his mind.
“What?”
“This is the part where you kiss me.”
“Oh damn, you’re right.”
And so, Draco touched her face softly, and gently pulled her closer to his lips. Yes, those were the lips he had kissed before and they were probably the lips he’d be kissing for a long time after.
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Summary: Halloween with Draco <3 Friends into BOO’s (teehee)
Warnings: mild drinking nothing tooo crazy but not encouraging it !
Words: 5.2K
A/N: this is my first one shot in like a month and i ofc had to do something for halloween even tho im a tad late but its still a halloweekend KIND OF !!!!!!! </3 I HOPE ITS GOOOD
“No, it’s a stupid holiday.”
Draco crossed his arms in a stubborn child-like way, a scowl on his face as he stared forward towards the front of the class where Snape was giving a lecture on the small but vicious Erkling creatures.
“Come on, please,” you pleaded quietly. Your gaze kept flickering between your easily-irked professor and the pouting blond beside you, hoping that in a few short seconds you would get the answer you were hoping for that way you could get back into your notes instead of possibly getting a detention or losing house points.
In all the years you’ve been friends with the Prince of Slytherin, you learned that he loathed the holiday and any festivities that came with it. Every year, you beg him to go out to one of the many parties that are thrown ranging from small gatherings to full-on blowouts or just do something halloween related with you, but he always refuses. His reasoning, as he put it, was that he was simply ‘too mature to be dressing up as a foul creature.’
You knew he mostly spent the holiday either asleep in his dorm or walking around aimlessly with Crabbe and Goyle to target unsuspecting first-years after the big feast but this year, you finally had enough of his anti-halloween agenda. You wanted to spend the evening and hopefully night with him laughing by your side and showing him how fun everything could be, but most of all - you wanted to see him in a costume.
“Please, if you go I will never ask you for anything ever again,” you tried again once Snape had turned his back to the class.
Draco pursed his lips as though he was genuinely considering it, his eyes still locked on the back of the greasy-haired professor before he turned slightly to you with a deep sigh. “Fine, but don’t expect this to be an annual thing.”
You gave him a bright smile, holding yourself back from jumping around in your seat and completely pushing aside the desire to throw your arms around him in excitement.
“I promise you’ll have fun.”
He hid the small smile that grew on his face from seeing how happy his answer made you, turning his head down towards his parchment filled with notes that all of a sudden seemed interesting as he avoided your gaze. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was the smallest bit of excited at the thought of spending the holiday with you because he knew that wherever you went or whatever you did, he would be perfectly content with you by his side because for the first time in all your years as friends; he realized only a month ago that the weird fluttering feeling in the pit of his stomach when he was around you or the weird overwhelming warmth that spread throughout his entire body like an ocean of water breaking through a dam - was a crush. He hated it at first, noticing and begrudgingly acknowledging it. He thought it was cliche that he somehow fell for one of his closest friends and mostly, he thought that he was going to ruin the friendship entirely. He wanted to wreck it himself, trying to distance himself from you and being extra mean - but he couldn’t.
He adored your company too much and everything that came with you. He adores your laugh, your smile, your hugs when you greet him and how you somehow give him one each time he needs it the most. He adores the study-buddy system you guys have almost every other week before a quiz or an exam. He adores your bad jokes and clumsy accidents even though those qualities annoy him with anyone else. He adores the way you want him to join you in everything fun you and he especially adores the times when he overhears you talking about him as if he’s your favorite person in the world.
Bottom line, he’s all about you.
So when this season of spookiness came, he was expecting your pleading for him to spend the day with you. Only this time, it only took you a couple times before he ultimately agreed to give in to you.
You were ready to explode with thrill at the thought of what the night held in store for you and you didn’t hide it one bit. When the big Hogwarts Hallowe’en feast was over and every one began spilling out from the Great Hall and into the main foyer, you were searching restlessly for a clean mop of silver hair that almost always stuck out in the mass of students. You weren’t sure if you were able to spot him anywhere in under a few seconds because he was unimaginably important to you, or because his hair was so uniquely bright, or maybe it was how boisterous and loud Crabbe and Goyle always were when they were by him, especially if he was with other Slytherins - but you found him, every single time with ease.
After standing on your tippy-toes several times to overlook the stampede of everyone, you finally spotted Draco leaning across a pillar with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face while he stood in a circle of his House friends that included his two goons and his quidditch teammates. You watched him thoughtfully as you approached, taking slow steps towards the group to admire him from afar and also because they were all slightly intimidating. He looked lost in the conversation, laughs escaping from his upturned lips as he listened to whatever was being said, large pale hands running through his hair every so often when the front pieces of his hair would flop down to his forehead.
He looked ridiculously good and effortlessly at that.
You weren’t sure if you should interrupt, hesitating a few feet away from them to where they couldn’t sense your presence but you were close enough to see and hear them clearly.
“We’ll see you later tonight then, Malfoy?” One of the boys nodded towards Draco.
“I’ll show up for a bit, I suppose,” he shrugs.
You see him look around the circle of boys, eyes landing on you momentarily and then back to his friends before doing a double-take towards you again in surprise. You tried to ignore the butterflies erupting in your stomach when his smile widens slightly into a short-lived toothy grin while he said a quick goodbye to his friends causing them all to disband and him to start approaching you.
“Are you ready for the halloween of a lifetime?” You ask as he neared.
He rolled his eyes, laughing faintly. “Where am I meeting you, darling?”
The nick name he used so rarely for you made your knees feel weak, a warm blush rushing up your neck and inching onto your cheeks that you knew was going to be very apparent on your face in a few seconds.
“I’ll meet you right here in an hour,” you say quickly.
You didn’t give him time to answer before you turned quickly in the direction of your common room and began rushing away before he could see the effect he had on you that was so clearly appearing on your face.
You didn’t know what the night held for you and Draco or where it would lead you. Unknowing to you, you were both hoping something more could come out of the evening between the two of you. But he wasn’t one to express himself in that department of feelings and you weren’t feeling bold enough to say anything about yours. It was a gray area of hoping that fate could somehow intervene and throw the two of you into what you both wanted without either of you really saying anything - but it was impossible. There was no outcome or situation you had in mind that could lead you into that, so you were stuck desperately hoping that one day things might end up differently.
It was beginning to feel ironic how in your world full of real tangible magic, there wasn’t a magical solution to your problem. You were trapped feeling like a muggle who had to figure things out by themselves, no magic included. The thought of giving him a love potion did cross your mind as a joke, but it wasn’t a genuine or fair option but little did you know, you don’t need a potion for him to feel the same way - because he already did.
Walking into your dorm felt like an exuberant disaster of everyone running around and sitting in front of mirrors with their makeup or dressing into their costumes. It was noisy and filled with chatter and you were in shock from how much clutter everyone was able to make in such a short period of time from when the feast ended to now. A simple spell would clean everything up so you and everybody else didn’t really pay it any mind.
You maneuvered around the mess of your housemates and towards your bed where your costume was kept in the trunk underneath it, plopping down onto the floor to pull it from the underskirt of your House colored bedding.
“Did he finally say yes?” Your closest roomie friend jumped onto your bed, propping herself up on her elbows and resting her chin on her hands as she watched you dig through your bottomless trunk.
“Surprisingly, yes,” you answered, hiding the smile on your face.
She drawled out a teasing ‘ooh,’ poking your arm lightly with her index finger as you shied away and leaned deeper into your trunk. She was the only one who you willingly admitted your crush to as she was the only person you really trusted to not blather it off to someone.
“Will I be seeing you two in the Slytherin common room?” She wiggled her eyebrows. “The boys are throwing a party and I luckily got an invite, you know how they are. So picky with who shows up.”
“You mean they’re pretentious?” You laugh. “But I don’t know if we’ll be going to it. I know Draco obviously got invited but I was thinking we could do other things.”
“Like what?” She questions as if she knew it was going to be something dirty. “I know a few secret spots around the castle-”
“No, get your mind out of the gutter,” you smack her arm lightly. “I honestly have no clue what to do. I didn’t think he’d actually agree because he never does.”
She runs her hands over her face, stifling her laughs of disbelief before she sighed loudly. “I still suggest some broom closets, hidden out of sight.”
You sit up, pushing her from where she was lying while she laughed amusingly at your false horrified reaction that you put on to hide the fact from her that what she was suggestion really waswhat you wanted.
“I’ll leave you alone so you can get your costume on,” she smiles, jumping up from your bed and tossing one of your pillows at you as she walked away. You let out a huff, tossing it back onto your duvet before setting your costume down on the spot your friend was lying in.
You stared at it hesitantly, all of a sudden feeling nauseous at the thought of going out later with Draco as if it was some sort of date even though you knew it wasn’t. It was just two friends, hanging out, doing some spooky and fun Halloween activities together and nothing more; so why were you feeling so nervous? You weren’t sure if it was your instincts warning you of something major that was approaching or the fear that what you didn’t have planned was going to bite you in the arse when you continuously told Draco he was going to enjoy himself when you didn’t even know if that was going to be true. You didn’t want to disappoint him and mess it up for you in the future when the holiday came again and you didn’t want this to be the first and last time you experienced it with him.
The pressure was raining down on you like thick, hard pieces of hail with no end in sight.
As you were getting dressed and doing your makeup for your costume as you liked, (i’m trying to be vague for your own imagination teehee) all you could think about was what in the hell you were going to do once you met up with the Prince of Slytherin. Your train of thought was then derailed into wondering what he was going to be dressed up as or if he was going to be dressed up at all considering the way he is. He was the type to make fun of people who dressed up, that you knew when you ran into him last year as you were walking back to your common room with your friend, both of you in costume and victims of his gentle bullying. He obviously went easier on the two of you since you were there, telling you he was just messing around afterwards and saying he liked yours but once you were out of his sight but still in ear-shot, you heard him and his two minions berating a small group of people that unfortunately passed by them.
You gave yourself one last look in the floor mirror, letting out a long shaky exhale with your hands clasped together before you started towards the way out of your dorm, through the common room, and ultimately towards the foyer outside the Great Hall where Draco was most likely waiting for you. An hour had gone by since you last saw him, an hour of stress and panic that hadn’t slowed down or stopped.
Your shoes dragged against the stone floors, hugging yourself tightly as you walked nearer towards the spot where you were supposed to meet and as you lifted your gaze - you saw him there, staring right at you with a small grin and just like you expected, no costume.
“Nice costume,” he compliments when you reach him.
“Where’s yours?” You frown.
“I’m not dressing up. That’s embarrassing,” he shakes his head.
You scoff, crossing your arms. “You’re the only one not dressed up,that’sembarrassing.”
You don’t know why it was irritating to you that he wasn’t in costume, even if you knew he wasn’t. You figured it was because you were trying to overpower your nervousness with different more consuming feelings, and much to your and Draco’s dismay, it worked.
You weren’t nervous anymore, just irked.
“I’m staying like this, take it or leave it.”
You rolled your eyes, staring him down and hoping that he would change his mind but he wouldn’t. He was ridiculously stubborn.
In the heat of the moment of a fleeting thought, you decided that if he wasn’t going to be in costume, you would put him in one or at least a hint of one. You pulled your wand out, pointing it onto his striking white hair and with one easy spell, his hair was now a flaming vibrant red.
“Y/N!” He growled, running towards the closest thing that would show off his reflection where he let out a string of frantic curse words. “I look like a bloody Weasley.”
Your laughter caught him off guard, the sound ringing in his ears like music that spread warmth throughout him. You were clutching at your stomach with one hand and pointing at him with the other, giggling wildly at the sight of him with hair that did not suit him at all. He smiled to himself, your glee rubbing off on him abruptly that ate away quickly at his anger.
“You should’ve given me some ratty old hand-me-down robes and I’d look just like Ron,” he notes.
“That’s rude, Draco,” you say still laughing. He smirks, leaving the shiny statue of a knight in armor where he was checking his reflection and back over to you where you were still stuck in between doubling over in laughter and watching him.
“I’m glad this is funny to you,” he muses. He begins digging into the pocket of his dress pants, taking your vulnerability as a chance for him to tap his wand to the top of your head and before you could react, your whole hair had turned a deep green.
Your laughter immediately ended as you ran towards the suit of armor, your grimacing reflection staring back at you with deep Slytherin green hair and a distorted Draco behind you doubling over just like you were moments ago.
“This looks,” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, the scowl on your face saying enough for you as you turned bitterly towards Draco.
“Great?” He suggested, his guffawing subsiding into airy chuckles as you stood in front of him. Yours picked up again as you stared up at him, his striking bright red hair looking terribly unfamiliar on him. He was looking down at you, his heart jumping at the sight of you holding back your laughter. “You really do look dashing by the way.”
You swallowed thickly, thankful for the darkness that had settled around the castle and easily hid the scarlet brush appearing on your face. “But my hair is green.”
“Green is my favorite color.”
You opened your mouth to speak, your stomach and heart dropping simultaneously as your mind went completely blank. You pretended to not notice how he took a step closer to you to where he was almost fully against you and he pretended not to notice the way your lips were parted and how your chest was rising and falling a little too heavily as if you were nervous. It was game over for you when his gaze flickered down towards your lips and then back to your eyes, his head leaning down just the slightest like if he were waiting for you to meet him halfway. You were about to get closer to him, about to let your eyes close and give in to what you believed was him wanting to kiss you - but the world had other plans.
“Malfoy! There you are!” Someone boomed, clambering up the steps from the direction of the dungeons. You both jumped away from each other, your attention diverted to the Slytherin boy that interrupted the moment. “Malfoy come on, the party! And you can bring her too.”
You frowned when the boy came up to the two of you, clearly tipsy, dressed as a stereotypical vampire, and over-excited with the fact that Draco was out and willing to participate in Halloween festivities. It seemed like it bothered the now red-head when he looked to you and then back to the Slytherin boy with an apprehensive expression.
The boy, sensing the pause in the air, grabbed onto both you and Draco’s arms and started dragging the two of you towards the Slytherin common room where although the stone walls were thick, the sound of people celebrating inside were easily slipping past the stone slabs. He spoke the password out quickly and as soon as the entrance was open, you were both shoved inside into what looked like the largest party you had ever witnessed in all your years at Hogwarts. It was packed and filled with what looked like half of the school, or at least a huge majority of fifth-years and up. It was loud with music booming from a brand new wizarding-world radio in the middle of the room currently playing a song from the Weird Sisters. It smelled like a mixture of everyone’s perfumes and colognes and like firewhisky. The boy that pushed you two inside quickly passed you two cups of the very potent firewhisky before downing the third one he had in his hand and disappeared into the crowd while screaming for you to enjoy yourselves.
You both stood awkwardly away from the big and rowdy crowd, your drink clenched tightly in your hand against your chest and Draco swishing his around while it was still in the cup.
He wanted to up and run, thinking that someone was going to make a comment about his hair or about him being there, but no one seemed to pay attention to him or that he was there and in a way, he felt relieved by it and less tense by the second.
“How in the bloody hell did we end up here?” You yelled over the music, putting a hand over his arm that was holding his drink up. You didn’t mean to, but you were glad you did because he glanced down at the contact with a small smile before looking back up to you.
“We got dragged here, remember!” He yelled back.
“What?”
“We got dragged here!”
“I can’t hear you!”
He rolled his eyes, bending down towards your ear to repeat himself one last time before you finally heard him over the mayhem around you.
“This is crazy!” You looked around the room, the sight of all the bodies and recklessness being too much as they were all more than likely drunk and oblivious to how stuffy and suffocating the room was becoming.
You looked down at the golden brown liquid sloshing around in your cup, wondering whether or not you should take it, but with the nervousness you felt coming back, it didn’t take you much longer to decide to down your cup and allow the liquid courage to seep into your veins. Draco watched you with amusement, chuckling to himself when you scrunched up your face in disgust from the burn he knew it caused as it went down your throat. He shook his head, deciding to drink his too and it was only minutes that passed before the drink was quickly becoming apparent in your systems. There was something about Firewhisky that always made its mark promptly and it really was courage in a bottle that you were glad was available to you in that moment because you were sure that in just a few minutes you were close to fainting.
You were beginning to sway faintly to the music, the rhythm sounding more loud but distant and more invigorating. You didn’t care anymore if anyone was watching or that Draco was observing you curiously just as he was beginning to lose all sense of holding himself back. He was inching closer to you, his head moving slightly to beat of the song and pure joy etched onto his features when your eyes met his.
“I keep forgetting I turned your hair red!” You yelled up to him, laughing loudly when he ran his hand through it. In your moment of confidence, you reached up and lightly ran your fingers over one of the front pieces hanging over his forehead. He didn’t stop you, his heart hammering against his chest from the drink and his overwhelming crush that was clouding all his senses. “Your hair is so soft!”
He wanted to pin you up against the wall right then and there. You were peering up at him, just as you were before you were dragged inside by one of his Housemates and as soon as he was about to kiss you.
“Do you want to get out of here?” He knew to bend down this time for you to hear him to which you responded with a fervent nod. You took his hand in yours, pulling him towards the exit of the common room and he let you lead him into the coldness of the dungeons that bit at his cheeks. It was a stark difference from the warmth inside, the crisp October air being more chilled than what either of you were expecting. It felt nice against your flushed skin and easier to breathe, especially once after the common room closed again and you could hear was muffled talking and music.
Neither of you were drunk and were still aware of pretty much everything, mostly the feelings stirring inside you both that was begging either of you to make a move towards the other. You were just a tad tipsy, and so was he, but it was enough for you to still enjoy the night without the initial awkwardness that oddly settled in between you. It was weird, considering how open and talkative you usually were with each other but there was something about the evening that made it feel like if you didn’t know each other.
“What now?” He asked you with a raised brow, his hand slipping into his pocket.
You smiled, an idea coming to your head that you knew he would love and you didn’t mind doing in the name of Halloween. “Do you want to go mess with people?”
He stared at you with widened eyes, “bloody hell, I love you.”
There was nothing that could have prepared you for his response, your own eyes widening in shock as you stared at him. He felt his face get hot in embarrassment, Merlin, he felt so stupid. He was mentally smacking himself in the head, desperately wishing he could bury himself seven feet under the Earth and staying there until the end of time.
He was about to play off what he said in a joking way, but for the second time that night he was interrupted by a couple that stumbled out of the common room drunkenly snogging each other’s faces off and wholly oblivious to you and Draco standing there in lingering panic. You jumped back into his arms when the couple staggered past you, almost knocking you over in the process of their makeout session and it annoyed you beyond belief. It annoyed you that they were in your way, annoyed that they interrupted you, annoyed that it wasn’t you in their position with the one you wanted.
You dug your wand out of your pocket, flicking it their way as they rolled onto the wall, still in each other’s hold until the hex that flew from your wand hit the boy causing him to stagger back from the girl and holding his nose in pain. You heard Draco laugh from behind you when bats began to fly out from the boy’s nostrils while the girl screamed and ran away from one of the bats that swept down onto her head. The bats flew out of the dungeon and up the stairs with the boy struggling loudly the whole way up until his panicked screams were no longer heard.
“That was a perfect bat-bogey,” he looks at you proudly. “I feel bad for that poor bloke’s nose.”
“Thank you, thank you,” you bowed jokingly.
When the sound of the door opened again, you both ran to hide behind a long drape against the wall that didn’t hide your shoes very well and pressed up against your bodies that’s shapes were no doubt visible from the opposite side.
You heard footsteps trail haphazardly down the corridor, their back seemingly facing you and as you both peeked your heads out from behind the drape, Draco nodded towards the boy and pointed his wand towards him.
“Slugulus Eructo,” you heard him whisper and a stream of green light from his wand hit the back of the boy’s head and as he turned around in surprise while doubling over in pain, his hand clamped tightly over his mouth as slugs began to slip past the spaces between his fingers. When he stood up to run away, you noticed it was the same boy from earlier that stopped you two from the almost kiss and dragged you to the party. You let out a string of giggles as he ran away just like your last victims.
“This is so mean,” you chortle, leaning into him from behind the drape in an attempt to get closer to him. You were feeling bolder when he beamed down at you, feeling happy knowing that although the night was still young, he was having fun. “Thank you for coming with me tonight, I know you don’t like Halloween.” You say quietly.
“You finally convinced me, it’s not that bad,” he grins.
“Why’d you hate it in the first place?”
The question seemed to strike a nerve but the Firewhisky still flowing freely in his veins tore away easily at his defenses so instead of avoiding your question entirely like he usually would, he frowned and let his guard down.
“I don’t hate it,” he answers apprehensively. “My father never let me celebrate it. He never let me dress up. He told me respectable wizards don’t partake in holidays like these.”
His pout made your gut twist in sympathy, your hand instinctively going into his as you squeezed it reassuringly. “It’s never too late to start celebrating. Besides, I don’t see him here stopping you.”
He smiled for what felt like the hundredth time that night, his stained-red hair falling over his eyes as he looked down to his shoes.
“You have a point, darling.”
The door of the common room opened again and what you suspected to be another snogging couple to stumble out from the sound of heavy breathing and multiple shoes scuffling about was something completely different.
“Glad Malfoy stayed with someone else today.” It was Crabbe.
“Yeah, he never lets us go to these parties,” Goyle responds. “Go ahead and thank Y/L/N for freeing us, he fancies her like a fool.”
“Reckon we should go look for them?”
You figured Goyle nodded to him like the blathering idiot he was because in a few short seconds they were running away up the same steps everyone else had.
You peered up slowly at Draco who was already gaping at you like a deer in headlights. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The gears in your brain were spinning wildly with happiness, the gossip hopefully being proven true when he didn’t try to deny it. You didn’t realize how close his face was to yours, cheeks tinged with pink from both the firewhisky and sudden shyness and his warm cinnamon breath fanning your face as he looked down at you.
“I can explain,” he finally said.
He didn’t need to; you placed your hands gently on his cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer to you and pressing your lips against his, catching him completely by surprise. His eyes were wide at first, his body rigid and his lips unmoving, but once it finally clicked that this was real and no longer a fantasy that played like a broken record in his head, his lips moved fervently against yours with the rest of his body following. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers squeezing at the hem of your bottoms and his body pushing even further into yours.
Your bottom lip caught lightly in between his teeth as you reluctantly pulled away from him, the both of you breathing raggedly as you searched each other’s eyes.
“I feel the same,” you said softly. “Happy Halloween.”
He smashes his lips hungrily against yours again, his ego growing with each gasp of a delight that escapes your mouth as your hands roamed and tangled themselves into his magically colored strands.
“Very…happy…halloween,” he mutters against your lips in between kisses, a dazy smile adorning your face while he tightened his arms around you.
Summary: PART 10 ! of Draco accidentally falling in love with reader during his sixth year (HBP) and going into the start of the battle of Hogwarts hoping to have reader by his side at the end of it now that it’s all over.
“It’s in Carrow’s office?” He asked, his nose instinctively scrunching when he said his name as if it disgusted him to even mention the man. You nodded as a wordless response in fear that Draco would be able to hear the slight tremble in your voice after a lump at the back of your throat had begun growing at the thought of going back to that awful place. It clouded your mind with darkness and echoing screams of pain as Bellatrix sat over you with her nails piercing into your skin while she demanded answers from you that you refused to give her.
You were silent as you trailed behind him, eyes trained on the top of his muddy silver hair with him nearly pulling you by your hand from how sluggishly you were dragging your feet up the stairs to the floor where everything truly went up in flames. It was almost as if he could sense your distress when you finally reached the undesired floor because as soon as you stepped foot onto the gravel and dirt-filled stone, his arm was wrapping itself snugly around your waist as he leaned over you to press a soft kiss into your temple.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters quietly while his mouth was still beside your ear.
“For what?” You respond just as faintly.
“For what they did to you.” He stops you in the middle of the corridor, his eyes darting towards the end of it where the office was just around the corner. “If I knew, Merlin I’d-“
"You didn’t know,” you frown, interrupting him as soon as you noticed his brow starting to furrow. “And it’s done with now. Besides, I finished what he couldn’t.”
“Yes, you did.” He answers with a fleeting small smile, a hidden proudness behind his words even though he half-heartedly tried to hide it. “But that still doesn’t make it alright. Are you sure you’re okay being here?”
You let out a deep breath before nodding up at him, forcing on a brave face so that this would be over with and you’d be reunited with your wand and on to face the next challenge that was waiting for you on the main floor.
“I’m fine, let’s go,” you say quickly. You grab onto the sleeve of his dress shirt and continue down the hall with him, entirely oblivious to the large statue standing tall at the far end of the way, right outside the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room. Hanging upside down from the top of the statue by a thick piece of rope was Amycus, bloodied and bruised and very obviously frustrated. You didn’t see him, but Draco did, and before you could notice the presence of the man who has shaken your reality with desolation and agony, you were being moved hastily towards the door of the room where your wand was lost in.
“I’ll meet you inside, give me a second,” he urged as he opened the door for you and continued to gently try to shove you inside. You turned to give him a questioning look, wondering why he unexpectedly was becoming so antsy in getting you inside. He stared back at you with a feeble pout and his eyebrows creased, a clear sign that whatever he was up to; he didn’t want you to be around for it.
“Fine,” you mumbled, forcing yourself into the poorly lit room to begin your search.
It felt sickening and nauseating being in the room again. Images of the painful night passed by in your head like a nightmare that you were made to relive as soon as you walked in. You wanted to reach out for Draco again, looking back towards the doorway where you thought he would be standing but he wasn’t and the room felt emptier than it did before. You walked towards the door, holding on to the stone wall to keep you from collapsing and peeking out from behind it to see if you could spot the waves of silver hair nearby doing whatever it was that he was so adamant about keeping hidden from you.
You watched as he walked down the corridor briskly, wholly focused on something or rather someone as he moved like he was on a mission with his wand gripped tightly in his right hand.
Draco swore he was seeing red blind his vision, rage coursing through his veins as he came closer to the hanged man. He squatted down in front of him when he finally reached him, his forearms resting over his knees and twiddling around his wand in his hands with the utmost feeling of satisfaction from the sight in front of him.
The man who constantly berated and belittled him and his family, the man who made it his goal to make his life a living hell inside and out of Hogwarts, and worst of all, he was the same man who tortured and kidnapped his lover on multiple occasions now. The man who went out of his way to ruin people.
He was nothing but a fragment of what he was only hours ago, defeated and physically almost unrecognizable if it wasn’t for his murderous beady eyes and permanently scowling mouth.
“What? Are you going to kill me now, boy?” Amycus questioned sarcastically. “Everyone knows you’re too weak. Go ahead, prove them wrong.”
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He gave in to the itching to press his wand against Carrow’s throat, letting the hawthorn tip dig harshly into his artery. The killing curse was ready to roll off his tongue and put an infinite end to the destruction Amycus brought. He wanted it more than anything, to be the one who took him out, but as the idea became more realistic with each passing millisecond and with his hand starting to tremble, he knew he couldn’t do it. It didn’t matter how much he wanted to, how much he deserved it; he couldn’t.
“I knew you couldn’t,” Amycus croaked once Draco’s wand moved away from his throat.
“I’m not like you,” he mutters bitterly. “I’m not a murderer.”
Amycus’ words were a broken record to him, the same phrases being repeating over and over again like a never-ending torturous cycle of all his biggest insecurities enlaced within a few remarks. If it was a year ago, maybe even a few months ago, or weeks - he would have believed his insults. Just like he always did when they were fired at him, he doubted himself and his character, his strength and skills. But he was growing tired of giving in to his struggles, of giving in to false beliefs.
"Is blood traitor the only insult anyone’s got?” The classic sneer on Draco’s face was one he always used to wear, his blood boiling even further as he stared down at Amycus’ careless expression. Even if he was hung upside down, body battered and bruised, his evil spirits never left him.
“It’s the only one that matters,” he replied. “You think you got yourself all sorted out now? You think those people down there would welcome you with open arms knowing where your family’s loyalties lie? You’re looking for someone to blame for your troubles, blame that foul muggle-loving darling of yours. I was only ever trying to help you.”
“Help?” He let out a disbelieving scoff mixed with a short chuckle, “is that what you call threatening the lives of the people I love?”
As you watched from afar, gnawing at your bottom lip anxiously while grasping the doorway in fear that in any second the script could flip and it would be Draco who was in danger. You wanted to intervene, you could see Carrow’s eyes darting around the corridor, switching gazes between you and the blond raging over him and you were scared that evil would conquer and he’d somehow find a way to hurt the two of you without either of you expecting it.
“It doesn’t matter what I tell you anymore, you’re lost.”
It was Carrow’s sheer tone of confidence that pushed Draco over the edge he was teetering off of. He stood up from his kneeling position without wasting another breath. Amycus Carrow was purely wicked and there was no point in trying to make conversation with him.
The interaction just solidified Draco’s wrath, and though he refused to kill him, he wasn’t past causing him pain and he wasn’t above using the Death Eater’s body as a receiving end to his crucio. His time with the enemies did increase his power and his effectiveness. He didn’t even have to say the spell or force his will to do it, it just flowed from the tip of his wand and seeped itself deep within Carrow’s body. He made sure to wordlessly use the ‘oscausi’ spell before his torment as well, glad to see Amycus’ mouth disappearing and shutting him up before his agonizing screams met your ears, something he didn’t want you to hear no matter how much this monster deserved it.
He continued his torture until he was pleased; until he saw tears of blood escaping beady eyes and defeat completely wash over the man. Draco lowered his wand, letting out a breath of relief and eyeing the disaster in front of him again. Amycus thrashed around, his momentary defeat fading away as his swinging body attempted to break free but the younger Death Eater wasn’t finished either.
He lifted his knee, the Italian leather shoes he wore were the last thing Amycus saw that day before Draco slammed his foot down onto his face with a powerful kick, knocking him out cold and fast. He checked for a pulse, found a weak one, and nodded to himself with satisfaction.
That was enough for him.
When he turned back on his heels to rush down the hall, he wasn’t expecting to see you standing at the end of it where he purposefully hadn’t left you. He briefly stopped in his steps, watching you cautiously to see if what you caught had bothered you, but it didn’t. You briskly began walking towards him, his body still in a bubbling rise of fear until you were in front of him wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. You felt him relax in your touch, his hands smoothing over your lower back and encircling around your hips.
“I’m sorry you had to witness me like that,” he apologizes with pained eyes. “I just had to make him hurt.”
“I understand, Draco,” you sympathize with his revenge. Although you didn’t particularly enjoy seeing your lover so violent, Amycus was someone whose downfall had been long overdue.
Draco walked with you into the dingy office, the stone floor covered in hundreds and thousands of tiny gravel particles that shook from the ceilings with each hit the castle took from the outside. You heard a muttered 'Lumos’ coming from the blond, the majority of the room now all of a sudden glowing with a cold white light, flashes of your last moments in there flickering across your mind like a nightmare you couldn’t escape now that everything was becoming visible. You took a deep breath, moving forward hesitantly in short scuffles around the area you saw your wand discarded when it was taken from you.
It was hard to look around, the flood of emotions almost running completely through you as tears pooled in your eyes faster than you could try to blink them away. You were positive Draco couldn’t see you or hear the small sniffles you were trying to play off by talking about how dusty it was, but he was too observant and never dumb when it came to you.
He sighed to himself, his heart dropping to his stomach slightly when he saw how your gaze shifted around the room and the floor anxiously as though you were reliving whatever you had gone through in those moments when he couldn’t save you. He reached out for your hand, his cold fingertips brushing against your palm and snapping you out of the daze you were in with a small almost inaudible gasp. He gently tugged you behind him, lowering his wand towards the ground and kicking around some of the debris until he finally saw the familiar wand he loved to see in your hands.
“There,” he announces quietly, bending down to pick it up and dust it off on his dress shirt as if dirt had never bothered him in his life. “Back where it belongs.” He places it into your palm carefully, your hand encircling around the wand tightly and holding it against your chest lovingly as if it was alive. He smiled down at you, his hand reaching up to rest on the back of your hair while he gingerly pressed a kiss onto your forehead.
“Thank you.”
“Nothing to thank me for, darling,” he responds softly.
He took your hand again in the direction of the exit, hurrying you out of the room in quick strides until you were out into the corridor and around the corner leading you to the grand staircases.
He hesitated at the first step that would begin the descent to the first floor where the entirety of Hogwarts was gathered in the Great Hall all injured, dead, or alive. He was getting a sudden rush of fear, the same unease repeating in his head that you had already tried to hush away but it still stayed. He didn’t want to be turned away and he didn’t want to feel outcasted anywhere anymore.
“They’re never going to forgive me. They’ll probably cast me outside directly into the line of fire themselves.”
“Draco,” you say softly, placing a gentle palm on his cheek while your fingers brush away the wavy strands hanging over his red-tinged eyes. “In all honesty, it doesn’t matter what they think. They don’t know you or understand you, just what you’ve done and that’s all most of them will ever be able to see. But as long as you know and the people you love know who you are, that’s all that matters. Besides, you’re not alone anymore. You’re stuck with me.”
An amused airy sort of half-laugh escaped his lips, a small smile on his face as he eyed you, the sight in front of him allowing another exhale of relief from his worries.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You feel his fingers graze against your open hand, his pinky absentmindedly linking around yours like you were children making a silent promise to be 'best friends forever.’ “You’re clever, Y/L/N, I’ll give you that. Always knowing what to say to make me feel like I’m on top of the world.”
“It’s because I’ve bewitched you,” you smile stupidly while the blond rolled his eyes.
“So you admit it? Are you slipping me amortentia too?” He searched your playful features, the glint of amusement in your eyes he loved and missed to see that always left him feeling breathless.
“Definitely,” you answer sarcastically. “But enough stalling, let’s go.”
He let you lead him down the stairs, his hand held tightly in yours while his gaze stayed stuck on his feet shuffling slowly down the steps.
Your conversation was rattling around in his head for some reason, his heart a little lighter after the impromptu banter even if it wasn’t the most appropriate time to joke around. But your words brought him back to the times when you weren’t with him; when you were forced to separate. The days and the nights he’d be worried sick with his thoughts in a twist and his chest pounding with worry over your safety.
Sometimes through those thoughts, he would have a very odd and unworldly recurring one now and then that made him wish that really, you were just a smart witch who managed to slip him amortentia every day and that those concerns over you and your life weren’t real. He sometimes felt so deeply that it scared him, feelings so raw that he couldn’t possibly understand and that tore him apart if he wasn’t distracting himself with something else. He couldn’t help but seldom wonder if maybe the non-existent love potion you had on him faded away; so would his fears and feelings. But they never did, they only grew both more pitiful and meaningful in a whirlwind of others.
And though he often hated to admit just how deeply he felt and the vulnerability that came with it, he has no regrets about letting you in. Without you, his world would just be a dark storm of chaos and pain, but with you; there’s a light at the end of a tunnel. You’re the sun, the moon, and all the stars to him that light up his darkest days and help guide him and teach him in more ways than he could ever fathom.
Before he knew it, he was stepping over and maneuvering around debris from the battle, the hand holding yours feeling more clammy as you both witnessed for the first time the aftermath of what just happened in and outside the castle’s walls not too long ago.
The sky was a blackened gray, a thunderous cover still sitting over the night with lingering clouds of smoke that looked like they came from fireworks but had instead been hexes and curses streaming through the air with the build-up of dust from the destruction.
It was painful, seeing people searching around still and calling out for whoever they were looking for. Bodies of Death Eaters and Scattered wands and ends of them that seemed to be snapped in half and dumped randomly. Giant holes blasted in the middle of the walls and so high up towards the tall ceilings that it looked like half the room was gone. It was silent, but mournful cries were ringing throughout the air and groans of pain coming from those who were injured. Everyone you had seen so far looked just like you and Draco did; dirty, disheveled, anxious, and dazed in a numb state.
You felt him get closer to you when you walked towards the wide-open doors of the Great Hall that sounded busier as you approached. You could feel the turmoil inside, the grief and the pain. Emotions were running high and strongly enough so that anyone who entered the room would feel it.
Draco swallowed thickly as he looked around, his stomach churning with shame as if it were his fault why everything and everyone was in anguish.
You looked up at him almost knowingly, your thumb soothingly running back and forth over the back of his hand while you gently squeezed it. You knew him well enough that he would start blaming himself, just like he always did much to your dismay.
You continued to lead him through the masses, both of you ignoring the furious glances in your direction as you trailed through with the very prominent silver-haired Slytherin who everyone now knew was associated with the Dark Lord and his servants. You heard a couple of hateful mutters, but it was relatively quiet as you ignored those too and kept your search for Madam Pomfrey with trembling and careful steps. Draco kept his eyes downcast, some of the spots of blood on the ground made him feel dizzy but it was better than anything else in his surroundings that he refused to acknowledge any more than he already had.
Madam Pomfrey was scurrying around a back corner when you finally found her, sweat dripping down her face and her uniform stained with grime and scarlet marks. The second she saw you, her hands flew up in surprise on either side of her head, the motion being followed by her hands suddenly clamping over her mouth as a shocked and visibly grateful expression crossed her face.
“Y/N!” She wailed quietly, her hands bunching up at her skirt while she moved around the area to meet you halfway. You weren’t expecting her to pull you into a hug, her hand smoothing over the back of your hair as she pulled away and seemingly inspecting you for any injuries. “I’m so glad you’re okay, dear. I overheard someone saying they saw you and Professor Carrow on one of the top floors and they weren’t sure if you made it out alive before they left. I’ve been worried sick, I don’t know how much more loss I can take.”
You blinked hard, trying to register her impromptu vent and concern over you as if you were the most important person to her in the room. “You worried about me, Madam Pomfrey?”
“Why, of course!” She exclaimed as if it was the most obvious fact in the world. “I didn’t watch you grow up, mend your injuries, and help you learn the beauty of healing without growing a soft spot for you. I sometimes feel like you’re the daughter I never had.”
You gave her a warm smile, her random confession making your chest feel a little less heavy. You were sure she was riddled with feeling the need to speak her mind and telling people how she truly felt about them after seeing all the deceased, all the people who she didn’t get a chance to talk to, or whose loved ones didn’t get a chance to either.
“While I have you here, a lot of people need tending and it’s only a few others and myself, would you-”
“No need to ask,” you quickly agreed, it was a no-brainer. Your hands were itching with the need to help, it was the main reason why you chose to come down. “Where do you need me?”
“Anyone you see who needs it.”
She gave a curt nod to Draco who she may or may not have ignored just the slightest and gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before she rushed over to someone behind you who had been calling for help.
You turn slowly to scan the room, cot-ridden people some covered in bandages and some holding onto their wounds while they waited for Pomfrey or anyone. You decided to focus on those first, Draco trailing closely behind you as you began making a beeline towards the people who looked to be in the worst shape.
Your wand was now held tightly in your shaking hand, the stress of doing real Healer work being something more common than you could have imagined now being right in front of you. You were still learning, still strengthening your skills but they were still sufficient, a natural gift you carried with you.
The first person you helped was a sixth-year boy, one you remember seeing on the Gryffindor Quidditch team as soon as he was in his second year as one of their more skilled Chasers. You remember seeing him play, so determined and full of rough excitement especially when he would be in a match against Slytherin. But now he was here, bleeding out on a cot with his hands held tightly over a spot on his waist and the light gone from his eyes. He was barely alive, nearly defeated and it made you want to scream out of sadness and frustration.
“Draco, I need your help,” you said quickly as you observed the wound, pulling the boy’s hands away from his side. “I need you to lift him up while I check him from the back.”
“What?” He wished he heard you wrong, but he knew what you were asking him to do.
“I need you to lift him, please, hurry,” you say to him again and this time he hastily moved to lower himself to the ground beside you and timidly began trying to prop the boy up. When he finally was able to, he watched you carefully as you worked diligently. He watched your hands feel around for any more bodily harm, your eyebrows knitted together in deep thought and worry, your bottom lip stressfully caught in between your teeth. You were muttering hopeful remarks to the boy that he would be okay, and as you dragged your wand across the deep gashes with your magical contact and intense care; Draco had realized just how talented you were. You were in your prime, your element, in full force.
After you bandaged the boy up with a quick spell, you allowed Draco to set him back down and began moving to the next without missing a beat.
It was like that for a while, moving around like a robot with one job where nothing else mattered except the saving of a life. You helped every single person you were able to, all the while Draco was admiring your skills with deep respect even while you were ordering him around to help you.
Hours passed, it seemed like. The only indication that time had indeed passed was the brightening of the dull gray sky now welcoming dawn. You had been working relentlessly, so much so, that for a while you forgot where you were and what you were doing there. If it wasn’t for Draco pointing out the new change of day and what everyone was anxiously waiting for - you would have kept healing until you couldn’t.
A flurry of hushed whispers fell amongst the desolated crowd packed inside the Great Hall. People were beginning to stand up and look outwards towards the collapsed gaping hole in the wall that faced the main courtyard where an army of dark-cloaked figures was approaching from the castle’s bridge. Voldemort was returning, and you weren’t sure if it was going to be a fight or the surrender he had promised. You weren’t even sure if Harry went to him, you were clueless about everything and so was Draco.
A mob of students and adults had hesitantly but willfully moved outside through the large hole exposing the outside. They had an air of almost guardianship surrounding them, shoulders squared and hands gripping their wands tightly as they blocked off the opening. Those who wanted to see what was coming had also begun making their way outside, leaving only the injured and the terrified inside.
Draco looked at you expectantly, silently telling you that he needed to be outside too. You knew he’d want to search for his parents and there wasn’t any protest from you as you trailed behind him to the main yard. You stopped beside him on the steps where the majority of the people stood, allowing the two of you to blend in somewhat.
It was quiet but the sound of several footsteps, stopping suddenly with their leader where he wanted and then suddenly all that echoed throughout the courtyard was, “Harry Potter… is dead!”
You held your breath and at the same time felt Draco stiffen next to you. You saw his eyes land first on his parents, they were clear as day just as frightened as he was as they filled out into the courtyard. They stood at the front of the crowd with the rest of the inner circle they were no longer a part of, standing off to the side with sullen and exhausted expressions or terrified, you couldn’t quite tell.
You couldn’t process what vile words were being thrown out into the air by the creature and creator of evil himself, nor could you process the eerie silence that fell upon what seemed like the whole world. There was not a bird in the sky, not a shimmer of sunlight, no butterflies or pixies fluttering around. It was like the Earth was dying alongside everyone. The darkness was devouring the wizarding world, but it was also seeping into the muggle world.
You hadn’t even noticed what was going on, Voldemort’s unsettling speech fading in your ears until you felt Draco’s grip around your hand tighten almost painfully as if he was petrified by something. He felt statuesque beside you, his skin feeling cold and clammy and after a few seconds of a complete dead quietness, you understood why.
“Draco!” Lucius called out loudly in a quavering voice. Your head snapped in his direction, and then towards Draco, his eyes were shifting around him nervously at everyone who had turned to stare at him. He was analyzing them too, wondering if any of them would ask him to stay or to leave. His adam’s apple was bobbing up and down as if he wanted to cry, a trembling breath falling from his lips as his father called for him one more time to come to him.
Your heart was beating through your chest now, your body turning slightly towards his as you wrapped your free hand around his wrist softly. He was being tested and in the worst way possible with a whole expecting audience. The fight between wanting to be good or being with his family was visibly eating him alive; even if it meant betraying himself, he loved his parents and being with them even if it was in awful, wicked circumstances.
You started to feel more frantic when Narcissa stepped forward, her facial expression was like stone, but the emotion swimming behind her eyes was vivid. You saw the same appearance on her the last time you were at the Manor, strong on the outside but troubled on the inside - much like her son. A pale manicured hand was placed on her husband’s shoulder, her lips set in a thin line as she observed Draco and then you. You held your breath, knowing that if she called him to her, he would go. You felt like preparing yourself for the blow that was about to come, for the goodbye, for the letting go again, but nothing ever came.
She waited until Voldemort had his back to her, her eyes locking with yours suddenly and then over to Draco while she smiled ever so slightly, you almost missing it completely before she nodded just as faintly and mouthed, “it’s okay.”
The hold on your hand lessened almost immediately only for him to stiffen again when Voldemort looked back between him and then his parents. You sensed Draco about to lurch forward, but someone else did first.
Neville stepped forward, the attention falling on him now as Voldemort focused his unbelieving stare on him now. But what he thought was a new devoter was actually the complete opposite.
The speech he gave inspired the atmosphere again and gave strength to the people still willing to fight. You held onto Draco’s hand tightly, his head turning to face you with worry at the death-like grip and the tremors shooting down your arms. He was about to take you away, about to run somewhere far away with you in his arms and ready to fight for his life to escape the next fight about to take place. He didn’t want you to bear witness to any more pain and just as he opened his mouth to speak - everyone in the courtyard had audibly and roughly gasped in surprise.
He turned hastily, his gaze following everyone else’s to where Harry now stood, wand in his hand and shooting a spell at the Dark Lord’s snake companion. He saw Voldemort staring back in horror, throwing spells back at Harry’s retreating figure while some of the Death Eaters began to apparate into the air in their signature black mists. That is when Draco found his footing again, his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach as he damn near pulled you away with all his might.
You cried out in fear, the blasts being sent through the air and screams of spells like repeats of the night before were enough to have your courage muddled once again. This time, though, Draco was going to make it his mission to keep you out of harm’s way.
He ran inside the castle with you, sprinting down the corridors with your hand grasped tightly in his as you passed piles of rubble and the empty portraits that were once alive. He stopped at a random door, forgetting about his wand and rather following his primal instincts to kick at its wooden planks until it swung open to reveal a dark classroom. He kept your hand in his as he maneuvered around the desks with you in the dark, his destination being the small storage room at the very back of the class where it was hidden by some tall display shelves.
The storage closet was cramped and empty, a couple of unlabeled and old dusty bottles of who knows what was left on the shelves above. He moved you inside - but he didn’t follow this time.
“Draco,” you warn. “Where are you going?”
He opened his mouth to answer but he quickly shut it, his head turning around rapidly at the sound of someone running outside the class. That’s when you saw it, a dark mist unexpectedly showed up at the door, a harsh “Malfoy brat!” escaping his mouth as he started running towards Draco with his wand in his hand.
“I love you,” Draco hastily said before slamming the door shut in your face. A clicking sound rang in the little room, your hand reaching for the doorknob he just locked on you to try and rattle it open.
Struggling grunts, loud bangs, and finally a shattering window echoed in your ears despite you being locked in the storage room. You were paralyzed with fear, keeping deathly silent to try and hear if they were still in the room or if someone had been killed. You prayed it wasn’t the latter, increasingly growing angry with Draco for not allowing you to help him. Though you’d complained to him about him not letting you fight beside him, and saved him from being killed by the Death Eater the night before, you understood why he always flees to hide you.
It wasn’t because he thought you were weak, he told you time and time again it wasn’t your skills he was worried about - but his.
You fished out your wand with shaky hands and blurred vision, pointing towards the doorknob with a fervent 'alohomora.’ It slowly opened, your foot kicking it forward only slightly as you cautiously stepped back out into the open. There was no one and nothing there but stained glass window shards on the ground near the middle of the room where the fight between the two undoubtedly happened. You ran towards the mess, leaping up onto a ledge and looking outside the window where Draco was nowhere to be found.
A dry mouth accompanied your fears, a coldness enveloping you with an unwelcome hug as you stepped back onto the ground and made a beeline towards the door of the classroom. You rushed through the hallway, ducking and hiding from Death Eaters as you ran with all your might towards the Great Hall.
It was still packed with people, more injured people than there was the last time you were in there less than an hour ago. Everything moved so fast, your feet carrying you forward without another thought as you bolted through the Great Hall and towards the courtyard.
You almost made it to the opening, your eyes suddenly spotting three heads of bright platinum hair in the distance hiding behind a large fallen pillar before you were met with the cold stone beneath you.
Someone had grabbed your leg as you were running, your body colliding with the floor as you ripped yourself away almost instantly once you realized you had fallen. You looked back with your wand on defense as you prepared to face your attacker, but there was no one.
A pale and almost green-looking older man stared at you with wide fearful irises, pupils blown out and mouth hanging open and moaning in pain. He gestured weakly to his wounded body and the sight nearly made you want to collapse all over again.
You glanced back towards Draco and then again towards the man, the decision in your head already being made with the innate need to want to heal the man before you as you scurried over quickly to tend to him. You used your wand to try and heal some of his more major wounds but some of them wouldn’t close fast enough and you were left with the man falling deeper into pain as he lost more blood.
He started grabbing at your hands, forcefully pushing your wand hand towards his lacerations while you struggled to focus between him and the battlefield where Draco was standing with his parents.
“Please, heal me, please miss,” he begged, pulling your arm again. You were forced to turn away, worry eating away at you as you struggled to center your mind for the spell to close up his wounds. He finally stopped clawing at you, sitting back in defeat as you croaked out the bandaging spell with a shaky hand over the area, and finally saw most of his gashes closing up while you did.
Your momentary focus was cut short when a loud boom roared throughout the area, some of the windows breaking from the frequency of it and your eardrums suddenly pulsing with a high-pitched ringing. You fell back on your hands, your blood running cold as you hastily turned around to look outside. You couldn’t see anything, just a thick unpenetrable cloud of smoke and more chunks of the castle falling. You could feel the ground shake as they connected with the stone pavement, more dust flying up into the air as they did.
You felt like screaming, maybe you were, you couldn’t hear a thing besides the ringing and distant explosions. Hot tears were falling down your face as you pushed yourself up from the ground, stumbling over your feet from how fast you were moving yet feeling so heavy at the same time. You couldn’t stop yourself from trying to run blindly into the cloud of smoke, desperately trying to look for Draco all while praying that you didn’t and instead he moved out of the way.
Your hearing was slowly returning to you; the sound of nothing yet everything was unnerving. Cries and spell incantations and destruction - but also panicked dead silence. You could feel and faintly hear yourself screaming out for Draco, his name echoing brokenly in the darkened air.
It felt like everything was moving in slow-motion, a feeling you don’t think you’d ever get used to no matter how often it happened. It always ensued in the most unanticipated and painful moments, your adrenaline sky-rocketing and your mind moving rapidly, but everything else seemed to move like a stop-motion film.
People had started running out of the smoke and towards the opening in the wall to retreat into the Great Hall. They were coughing violently, some hobbling over and grabbing at themselves from wherever they were in pain. Some brushed past you, some bumped into you as if you weren’t there, some gripped onto your arms and pleaded for you to go inside either because they needed help or were just trying to protect you from moving out of a danger zone. You felt dumb still calling out for Draco, no answer, no speck of white dirtied hair, no one hearing or seeing a thing about him.
The sob stuck in your throat finally tore itself through, your heart dropping to your stomach as Madam Pomfrey appeared near the wall to call out for you to come inside to help again. You didn’t want to leave your spot in the sheer and blind hope that the love of your life would stumble through the area safe and okay. Even when the smoke cleared up and Harry Potter and Voldemort became clear in the courtyard again with their wands fighting against each other, you still didn’t see any sign of Draco.
“Y/N!” Madam Pomfrey called for you again desperately as she ushered people inside. You were sick to your stomach, your vision hazy and your legs weak. You couldn’t stop crying or shaking, all of your worst nightmares abruptly feeling too real for you to handle. Your name was called for again, your heart breaking even further as your feet unwillingly dragged you back inside only to be thrown back into healing people which was ironically the last thing you wanted to do at this moment.
Your tears didn’t stop when you were kneeled and tending to someone’s broken ankle, your whole body trembling still even as you tried to focus and still yourself enough to give them what they needed. All you could think about was Draco and how you might never see him alive again, never feel him, or experience life with him in the way you dreamed of. Every moment you spent with him felt like it was slowly going down the drain; everything you went through - all were just going to be agonizing memories. The recurring nightmarish flush of emotions that felt like they ran through you every other day when you thought Draco was dead was on the forefront now. You swore you were about to empty dry-heave over the person underneath you, forcing down the need to gag even if it was painfully bubbling in your throat.
It was panic all around you, and panic, and more panic - until there wasn’t. You hadn’t even noticed that all the rushing and commotion in the room stopped until you realized you were able to hear your faint weeping and then scattered shocked gasps and a disappearing howl of the wind.
You hastily stood up from your kneeled position over the person you were finished tending, your sight bouncing from every corner of the courtyard where the only visible person in your vision was Harry, his head following the movement of a long whirl of black ashes that were disappearing into the gray and polluted sky from the aftermath of the battle.
The realization hit you a million times over in the few seconds that you watched the ashes vanish into thin air.
Voldemort was gone.
The only thing on Earth that was standing between you and Draco from giving in to each other freely and thoughtlessly. It felt like all your fears had dissipated into the gray hub with the speckled ashes of the Dark Lord, no more worry for the future that no longer looked so bleak - but unknowing again. You couldn’t find Draco anywhere and just as fast as your dread had left you; it came rushing back with a nauseating flood of terror. You were never sure whether to trust your intuition that always sparkled with faith that tried to wash away your worries or your mind that was racing with doubts and pessimistic thoughts telling the rest of your being to relax and lose the blind hope.
You almost tripped over yourself trying to scurry out towards the gathering crowd near the exit, your heartbeat feeling hollow and legs weak and feeling like you were sinking into quicksand. You brought up your elbow to try and maneuver yourself through the growing group of people, but someone with a swift grasp around your arm had stopped you and spun you around directly into their embrace.
Draco was no stranger to you. There was nothing about him that you wouldn’t be able to recognize. You knew it was him the moment your nose brushed against the cool skin of his throat where it still smelled faintly of his cologne. You felt his disheveled hair tickle your cheeks and the soft thankful string of whispers that felt like a warm kiss going past your ear lobes. Your arms were tight around his neck, not caring about the possibility that you might be choking him but he was holding onto your waist just as hard and unknowingly spinning you both around in a slow and dazed way that felt like gravity was pulling you both together as he rocked you carefully back and forth in his hold. Your endless hot tears were falling onto his collarbones and soaking the neckline of his shirt, his physical presence almost being too much for you after you had accidentally convinced yourself of his death.
“I thought you died,” you mumble out muffledly into his chest. “I saw you and then there was a blast and-”
“You forget I can apparate, Y/L/N?” He whispers the question.
When you finally opened your eyes, you were still tightly held in Draco’s arms, propping your chin on his shoulder as you held your breath from the beauty that was unveiling itself right in front of you. You were facing the opening to the courtyard, the dense gray thunderous clouds in the orange and blue sky were quickly disappearing as if they were being magically blown away like they didn’t belong there.
The sun was beaming down on you, the rays kissing every inch of your face with a warmth that filled you with peace. You hadn’t seen the sun in so long, bright and shimmering in all its glory like it was the first day of summer. Birds and other small flying creatures were soaring through the air again, the chirps and songs of dawn that began the new day were beautifully loud as if they were alarms that were waking everyone up from a nightmare.
It felt like the morning of a day you were yearning so long for, a day that felt like the equivalent of events that you were just so thrilled for and couldn’t wait for, where you spent the night before wide-awake with adrenaline and couldn’t sleep because of how excited you were for what lied ahead; like the day before you began your first-year at Hogwarts. Otherworldly and full of awe and wondrous hope for a future that was now infinite.
You weren’t sure how long it took you to tear your stare away from the scene. You leaned back, his hands still resting on your hips to hold you in place as you gazed into his waiting eyes but it was enough to make you feel speechless again. You wanted to kiss him with every fiber in your being, feel his touch from head to toe.
You took a look around you and saw everyone in a mix of joyous tears, celebratory hugs, and kisses.
“Are you alright?” He asked you quietly, soft concern entangled between his words, eyebrows furrowed and eyes focused on yours attentively. “I’m sorry I left you in the storage closet. I was going to go in with you, I swear, but I heard someone coming and-”
“It’s okay, Draco,” you cut him off, releasing a huff of air, “I’m alright and I understand. Thank you.” You gave him a teary smile. He returned the grin half-heartedly, one of his hands coming up from behind your back and carefully moving a flyaway out of your face.
“Good.” He let out breathily. “Now let’s get out of here for a minute.”
His fingers interlocked with yours, his arm tugging you slightly in the direction he wanted to take you in as he turned on his heel and began towards the Great Hall’s main doors. It felt foreign now that it was riddled with every awful thing that just happened, stained and etched into the stone walls for the rest of Hogwarts history.
Everything was different now, it looked and felt like so in the clearest way.
You were walking through the large meadows blossoming throughout the outside of the school now that the sun was out and all its beings that came with its bright renewing light. Tall blades of grass brushed across your ankles, flowers, and weeds latching themselves onto your calves slightly as if they were hugging your lower limbs like they were old friends.
He was taking you towards your tree, its lively branches twirling around in the whistling gales flowing through it. It snowed white and pink wispy petals and bright green leaves, the pieces of nature flying excitedly in the air as they fell all around you or disappeared into the passing breeze.
There was a pause when you both stopped in your steps in front of the sentient’s trunk, right underneath all its shaking twigs. Your hands stayed in each other’s grasp, but no words were said yet. No reactions or outbursts, just blankness written on his perfect face if you ignored the wrinkle in his brow you were sure was permanent now as it was always there.
“How do you feel?” You ask almost hesitantly, the thickness in the air growing by the second from his silence.
“I don’t know.” He sounds far away. His head was in a million other places than where he was. “It’s odd, I thought I’d-” He stopped himself. You caught the disappointment that flashed across his icy eyes.
“What is it?” You waited. You hoped you didn’t sound too eager, however the innate need you felt now to ease away all his worries always had you ready at your feet to bring him some sort of peace.
“I thought it would feel happier,” he mumbles, looking up at you with vast watery eyes. “He’s gone, but he left me with nothing.”
You frown at his reveal. You could sense the uneasiness inside him as the adrenaline from watching the Dark Lord disappear into thin air had rapidly passed for him. He was realizing now that his problem was no longer Voldemort, but his life that got thrown off its track in the process.
“And the worst of it all,” he mutters bitterly, his tears now rushing angrily down his face in muddy streaks. You felt him roughly pull his left sleeve up, pitiful sniffles emitting from him as he struggled helplessly to fold the fabric up his arm.
You placed a careful hand over his trembling ones, stopping his wild movements as you tried your best to hush him into comfort. It seemed like the simplest things work for him when they come from you, centering all his anger and sadness so abruptly it almost feels like he gets brought back down to Earth after being launched into space. He was still livid and ashamed, but for your sake only, he kept himself from moving recklessly and calmed his haphazardness.
“It’s still there,” he let out defeatedly, dragging his fingers across the faded black ink on his skin. You could still make out the skull and the snake, its form still clear as day, just significantly less opaque on his arm.
Draco felt let down almost. He built up the excitement of thinking he would be able to get rid of that horrible mark one day if Voldemort ever got defeated, but the day was finally here and yet it still stained him as a reminder of the worst years of his life that he wanted to do everything in his power to forget.
“I seem to remember telling you the night you first showed it to me,” you trailed off as you replaced the hand over his mark with yours. “That, while I know you hate it and I know it hurts to see it. It’s not you. And one day, forth from today, it’s going to be so faint that it’ll just be a reminder of how you survived and got through the most difficult point of your life. I know you want to forget, but this won’t ever be something you can just ignore. It’s going to be with you forever and the only thing you can do is move forward and try towards the future you dreamed of when you thought it was impossible. I believe in your future, Draco. You can still be who you want to be.”
He would never be able to fully explain to you how appreciative he was for you; for your entire existence and your presence in his life. He couldn’t fathom how much the flurry of emotions that ran through his body affected him due to your reassuring words dripping from your lips like honey. Simple skin-to-skin contact from you, or even just a look - could send his mind into a hurricane like that. He doesn’t think he’ll get over it, ever.
The feeling of you.
Draco took a shuddering breath, allowing the unexpected warm air to fill his lungs and hopefully rid his body of its anxious random quivering. He didn’t want to cry anymore in front of you, nor did he want to sadden you on what was supposed to be a relieving day.
Unfortunately for him, you were able to read him instantly. You finally cracked the code of Draco Malfoy and what he looked like when he was withholding words or sentiments from you. When he was genuinely troubled with his thoughts. Or any other beautiful or haunting expression that settled itself onto his porcelain features. Your speech to him had touched the deepest depths in his heart and eased his worries tremendously, but he couldn’t shake the anxiety gnawing at him.
Right now, he was looking spooked and pained. His expression wasn’t as harsh as it had been for the last many months you’ve known him now, but it was still clear he was disturbed. You knew nothing you said or did for him would be able to completely erase the events that transpired and changed not only his world but the whole wizarding world - and yours. Everyone had overextended their body, minds, powers, and efforts for the sake of a bright future with the endless possibilities that no one would ever take for granted again.
All you were able to do for him right now was gently tug his arm to wordlessly ask him to sit in the grass with you, to which he complied, and you embraced him with every intention of never letting go. Something about the way you wrapped your whole self around him made him feel grateful all over again and most of all, safe. Your hands ran up and down his back soothingly, every once in a while one snaked up his neck and played with the hair on the back of his head, nails grazing soft circles onto his scalp. Your chest was flush against his and he couldn’t help moving you onto his lap to wrap his arms around you tighter and bring you impossibly closer.
This was the first time, he realized, that when he closed his eyes and saw the darkness surrounding his vision - it wasn’t bleak. It wasn’t hopeless as it had been just over an hour ago. It was like a huge iron weight had been lifted off his chest, the figurative anchor tugging him to the bottom of his despair was cut free and he felt himself slowly but surely coming back up to the surface. The drowning feeling in him wasn’t overwhelming anymore.
Draco was unsure of whether or not his steady breathing was because he had automatically begun matching his inhales and exhales to the rise and fall of your chest against him, or if it was because of the continuous realization that the Devil looming over his fate was gone, but he was grateful.
Merlin, he was so grateful.
He was fine for a second. But then something much worse came to mind.
The thoughts of what would happen after Voldemort’s death quickly changed from him wondering how can he move forward with his life and now tainted past, to realizing what he and his family did was a crime. An extremely unforgiving crime in his world and one punishable by an eternity of imprisonment in the worst place imaginable. A place that if he didn’t have the soul sucked out of him physically, he would lose it himself with time as he rotted away.
Draco felt his breathing switch from steady to ragged almost instantaneously again. His hands were suddenly on your hips, carefully sliding you off of him and scooting away from you so that he could gather himself. He couldn’t look at you right now, feeling insanely guilty for who he was and how you didn’t deserve to deal with his mess. You didn’t deserve to keep getting put through hell for him and he hated knowing that everything awful that had happened to you has been directly linked to him, caused by him indirectly.
"Draco,” you call out to him gently. You saw the panic in his eyes, his cheeks growing red with dread, and his fingers pulling at his white strands. You feared for him, his heart, and his mind. You wanted to cry with him, understanding that he wasn’t going to be okay for a while.
“I’m so pathetic, I’m sorry,” he expressed to you meekly.
“What’s wrong, love?” You try again. You crawled over to him, stopping in front of him where he was hugging his knees to his chest and sobbing into the fabric of his pants. His cries broke your heart like they did every time, the pain always evident in his wavering voice. “Maybe I can help?”
“No, Y/N,” he muttered weakly. “You can’t help me on this one.”
“How do you know that if you won’t tell me what it is.” You frown at his stubbornness. You noticed his attempt at trying to take a deep breath to answer you and the way his head slightly shook from side to side.
“Unless you can stop the ministry from banishing me to Azkaban,” he finally spits out with a
a/n: heres a short little draco fic to daddy issuezs by the neighborhood. it is small. enjoy!
tw: panic attack, mentions of murder
you and draco had been friends since your first year at hogwarts. you had been sorted into slytherin, when you had hoped for ravenclaw, and he was quite possibly the slytherin-iest slytherin there ever was. he took you under his wing the moment he saw you, you looked so out of place, and he was determined to fix that.
now, nearly 6 years later, you two had become closer than ever. you were his rock, and he yours. yiu had helped him deal with his paternal troubles, and, in return, he offered protection from the ministry. this proved extremely useful in recent years since your dad, who you hadn’t been associated with since you were 12, was a killer. he was in and out of azkaban constantly, and felt the need to send you letters with plans to “visit” you. you threw them away as soon as the owl arrived anymore. you hated him. all he did was cause you trouble. he’d killed your mom, leaving you alone. since then, draco had taken you into the malfoy manor. as kind as this was, you hated being there. everything was so sharp and dreary, and his parents were nothing short of intimidating. they had always treated you kindly, but they still scared you nontheless. draco wasn’t fond of them either, but a place to stay is a place to stay.
today, you felt like every set of eyes was on you. the whispers in the hallway, followed by fearful eyes pointed directly at you. you kept your head down until you found out why you were the subject of everyone’s conversations. then it hit you. the newspaper. everyone had it, but you had chosen do discard any copy of the daily prophet that ended up in your possession. you were almost entirely sure it was your dad again. it always was.
“everyone shut it!” draco shouted to those whipering in the halls. “go back to your dorms or shut up! you have no business in this matter.”
“thanks draco,” you whispered, holding your books to your chest. “it’s probably my dad again, i don’t want to know, honestly.” you fidgeted with a piece of leather that was peeling off of the cover of one of your books. “probably out of azkaban again. ridiculous. i hate him.”
“i know, y/n, just don’t worry about it.” she was right, he had escaped once again. draco had seen the paper this morning, but this time, he had threatened the ministry. he was determined to kill again, but he never said who.
“let’s just get to class, i need a distraction. what do we have next, anyway?” you asked, hoping it was something you at least enjoyed.
“erm… herbology i think,” he replied. thank goodness it was tolerable, you felt like throwing something, so plant-based work was a nice, peaceful option.
you picked up your walking pace to make it to the greenhouse on time, but you weren’t able to avoid the eyes that followed you with every turn.
by the end of the day, a newspaper had ended up in your hands. your curiosity got the better of you, and you read it. the moment you locked eyes with the picture of your father, your lungs gave out. you were standing in the slytherin common room, but that changed quite quickly. you speedwalked to the nearest couch and practically fell into it. the paper fell from your hands and you noticed just how much your hands had been shaking.
“y/n? are you alright?” draco asked, his voice laced with worry. then, he saw the paper laying at your feet. your eyes were fixed on the wall, and your breath quickened. “y/n, love. it’s alright,” he said calmly, taking a seat beside you. this wasn’t the first time he had to walk you through a panic attack. his hands found yours and he squeezed them lightly. your eyes finally moved, and tears fell down your cheeks. you attempted to slow down your breathing, but with every breath came a sob. he pulled you toward him and laid your head on his chest. he pet your hair, knowing that it calms you down.
“go ahead and cry, little girl. nobody does it like you do. i know how much it matters to you,” he said, reassuring you. he was out of ideas, so, he tried to get you to laugh. “i know that you’ve got daddy issues, and i do too,” he chuckled a little, and, through tears, you did, too. “there’s my girl,” he said quietly. “it’s alright love, he’s not here. and if he was, i’d avada kedavra him quicker than you can say ‘butterbeer.’”
you laughed. “thanks draco, i don’t know what i’d do without you.” you wiped a tear from your cheek and looked up at the boy who might as well have saved your life.
“honestly? me neither,” he said, matter-of-factly. he leaned down and placed a small kiss on your forehead. “off to bed now, dearie,” he said in a more posh accent than usual. “you’ve class in the morning, got to be up early and all.”
“right,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “like you don’t stay up till ungodly hours of the morning.”
he tutted in response. “not about me!” and with that, he planted a kiss on your cheek and cooly walked up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory.
your hand flew up to your cheek, which you were sure, had it not been dark, would have been 4 shades darker than normal. what had gotten into him?
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Once my Mother’s relationship with Damon was revealed, she seemed happier. Damon made an effort to get to know me and he was actually really kind. He treated me as if I was his own Daughter and that made me happy. I still missed the Father I never got to know dearly, but Damon was as close to a Father figure as I was going to get. I really liked him and having him around made everything feel more like home.
Currently my Mother was out shopping and Damon offered to watch me instead of her hiring a babysitter. I was so excited to spend another day with him and he seemed just as happy. We were sitting in the living room together, watching some random show that was on. Neither one of us were that invested in what was going on, but we were still enjoying it.
“Y/N? There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.” Damon suddenly said and I felt my heart skip a beat. This was it. My perfect little world was about to blow up in my face. Damon was about to tell me how he doesn’t love my Mother anymore and he found another girl…
“O-Okay…” I stuttered as I turned to face him. He gave me a kind smile and muted the show.
“It’s nothing to be worried about.” He said and I took a deep breath. He took a second to compose his thoughts and then took a deep breath himself.
“Y/N, as you know me and your Mother have been seeing each other for a long time now.” He started and I nodded, my anxiety still not leaving me completely.
“Well, I love your Mother very much and I love you as well. I think of you as my own Daughter. I wanted to make sure this was alright with you first before I asked your Mother, because I know you’re her whole world and she wouldn’t do anything without making sure you’re okay with it first.” He said and I looked at him confused.
“I want to ask your Mother to marry me, but only if you’re alright with me being part of your family.” He said and I nodded with the biggest smile ever, but then I thought about how my Father left us for another woman and frowned.
“You won’t leave us… right?” I asked and he pulled me onto his lap.
“Y/N, I promise you, I will never leave you or your Mother.” He said and held out his pinky to me. I smiled and wrapped my much smaller one around his. He smiled down at me as we pulled our fingers apart.
“I’d like to make it clear that I am in no way trying to replace your Father. I know how much you care about him and how you wish you got to know him, but I’d hope you can see me as your Father in some way, someday. I would never want to replace him, because he’s part of the reason you’re an amazing girl and part of the reason you’re in the world today.” He said and I smiled even bigger, with tears in my eyes.
“You’re already my Daddy, and I know you’re not replacing my Father.” I said and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him.
“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” He said and I pulled back with a smile.
“Y/N? Damon? I’m home!” My Mother called. She walked into the room a few moments later and I hopped off the couch, running right up to her. I gave her a huge hug and she laughed. She lifted me up and kissed my cheek.
“Now what was that for?” She asked with a smile.
“Mum! Damon has something to ask you!” I said, excitedly.
“What?” She asked confused as she set me down. I pulled her over to Damon and he chuckled at my reaction.
“This isn’t exactly what I had planned, but I can’t really blame Y/N for being excited.” He said, which only made my Mother more confused.
“What’s going on you two?” She asked. Damon took my Mother’s hand and smiled up at her as he sunk down to one knee.
“Anabella Renaud, I have loved you long before we started dating and I will love you until the day I die. I knew you wouldn’t even think about accepting my proposal until you asked Y/N, which is why I went ahead and got her blessing before I ask. Anabella, will you make me the happiest man in the world and become my wife?” He asked and pulled out a huge ring with a square yellow diamond, surrounded by white diamonds all around it! I gasped as did my Mother.
“I-I… Y/N, are you sure you’re alright with this?” She asked, kneeling down to my level.
“Yes! Damon is already like my Daddy, and he pinky promised he wouldn’t leave!” I said, bouncing on my heels. She giggled at me and looked back at Damon.
“In that case, I would love to marry you, Damon.” She said. He placed the ring on her finger and pulled her in for a loving kiss.
“Yay! I’m going to have a Daddy!” I cheered and they both chuckled at me. They pulled me in for a group hug and each kissed the side of my head.
“I have to tell Draco! We’re going to have a wedding!” I said and ran up to my room as they laughed.
*1990*
Damon had moved in not long after he proposed to my Mother. We were finally a family and I was so happy. My Mother was actually excited about the wedding and even let me help plan it! Draco was my date and he would be walking me down the aisle. I had picked out a goldish-yellowish dress, white flats, a blue and white flower crown, and of course the necklace Draco got me for my seventh birthday.
I was in the room with my Mother, helping her and her real bride’s maid get her ready. She looked like a real life Princess! Her dress was big and sparkly, her shoes were really nice and expensive, but you couldn’t see them because of how big her dress was. Her makeup was very simple, but she looked amazing! Finally her bouquet was a mix of white and blue flowers, just like my crown!
“You look so amazing, Mum!” I gushed and she smiled down at me.
“Thank you my little fawn, you do as well. I’m sure Draco will be amazed when he sees you.” She said and I blushed slightly.
“I hope so.” I said and she smiled.
“Bella, darling?” Grandfather knocked on the door and peeked his head in.
“Grandfather!” I shouted and ran up to him. He smiled and lifted me up, kissing the side of my head.
“Hello my Princess, you look wonderful.” He said and I smiled.
“Not as good as Mum, she looks just like a Princess!” I said and he finally looked her over.
“Oh my sweet girl…” He said and put me down. He walked over to my Mother and gave her a spin.
“You look amazing.” He said and she smiled brightly.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She said.
“You look so happy.” He smiled fondly at her.
“I am.” She replied.
“Well then, let’s get you married… again.” He said and my Mother giggled.
“Y/N, Draco is waiting for you just down the hall.” Grandfather said and I nodded. I walked out of the room and down the hall. Draco had his back turned to me and I ran up, hugging him from behind.
“What the-” He started and turned around as I let go of him.
“Hello, love.” He smiled. I felt my heart flutter slightly at the nickname he had recently started calling me, since he turned ten.
“Hello, Dray.” I said, giving him a little curtsy. He chuckled and gently took my hand. He kissed the back of it and pulled me closer to him. That’s when I noticed his tie.
“Did you wear this just to match me?” I giggled as he blushed.
“Mother may have informed me of your dress color, and I may have taken it into consideration.” He said and I giggled again.
“You’re adorable!” I said and kissed his cheek.
“Y/N! Draco! It’s time, get into place!” My Mother’s bridesmaid said. We both quickly got into place and I clung to my small bouquet as my hand rested against Draco’s arm. We soon heard the music start and everyone began walking down the aisle. I smiled as I saw Damon dressed in his all black suit, different to Draco’s, his blue tie that matched the flowers my Mother had chosen, and his matching black shoes.
Draco and I went our separate ways, he stood next to Damon and I stood on my Mother’s side. My Grandfather and Mother were walking down the aisle and everyone’s eyes were on them. When my Mother made it to the end my Grandfather kissed her cheek and went to take his seat in the front row. Everything kind of dragged on after that, until my Mother and now Step-Father kissed. Everyone cheered and clapped. I ran up to them and Damon lifted me up, kissing my cheek. They both hugged me tightly and Damon started carrying me back down the aisle.
“Hey! That’s my date!” Draco called as he chased after us. My parents chuckled and placed me down. Draco wrapped his arm around mine and slightly glared at Damon.
“Sorry, Draco. I wouldn’t dare take Y/N away from you.” He said. Draco huffed and nodded. I giggled at my best friend and kissed his cheek.
The party after the wedding was just as perfect as the reception was. Draco and I danced together a lot. We were currently sitting at our table having a drink while we talked when the band tried to gain everyone’s attention.
“Sorry to bother everyone, but the groom ‘ere has requested a special dance with his new daughter!” The lead singer said and my eyes widened. Damon walked up to us and kneeled down on one knee in front of Draco.
“Mind if I borrow your date?” He asked and Draco looked at me. I gave him a smile and he sighed.
“I suppose so…” He said and I giggled. He’s always been insanely protective over me and never liked when someone else gave me attention. He was always worried someone would hurt me, but Damon was now my Father and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Damon stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and hopped off my chair. Damon led me to the middle of the dance floor and the music began. He led me as we danced and eventually I ended up standing on his feet. It was an amazing experience that I never expected to have in my life. Damon wasn’t replacing my Father, but he was most definitely my Dad.
Once the dance was finished everyone clapped and Damon led me back to Draco. I took my seat and Damon kneeled down to Draco’s height again.
“Draco, I know you and Y/N are best friends and I just want you to know that I would never hurt her. It’s obvious that you care about you and want to protect her and I appreciate that. I’m glad Y/N has you as her best friend and I want you to know that I will do my best to take care of her as well.” He said and I smiled. Draco stuck his head up slightly, but a small smile was on his lips.
“I will always be Y/N’s number one.” He said and I giggled. Damon chuckled and nodded.
“I know you will.” He said and Draco smirked. Damon held out his hand and Draco looked at it for a moment before shaking it. I smiled as Damon walked off to my Mother and looked back to Draco who was already smiling at me.
“He’s good to me, Draco. He’s like the Dad I always wanted.” I said and his smile grew.
“I’m happy for you, love.” He said and gently held my hand. This was the best day of my life. I finally got a Dad. I finally have a complete family.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: ~1k
Warnings: n/a
A couple of pages turned into a couple more. Y/N was so lost in Draco’s neat scrawl that she hadn’t heard him come into the Room of Requirement.
“Y/N?” Draco asked.
Snapping the journal closed, Y/N whirled around. “You scared the shit out of me.” Draco eyed up the book in Y/N’s hands. He raised his eyebrows at her. “I’m sorry, I found it here. I didn’t mean to pry…” She apologised.
“It’s okay,” Draco said. “It’ll tell you more than I can anyway. Just give it back when you’re done.”
Y/N held out the book. “Here.”
Draco’s hand brushed against hers as he took back his journal.
The pair stood there opposite each other, neither able to look the other in the eye. After everything Y/N has read in the journal, she had no idea what to say to Draco. As for Draco, he knew everything he wanted to say but couldn’t bring himself to say the words.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: ~1k
Warnings: n/a
A couple of pages turned into a couple more. Y/N was so lost in Draco’s neat scrawl that she hadn’t heard him come into the Room of Requirement.
“Y/N?” Draco asked.
Snapping the journal closed, Y/N whirled around. “You scared the shit out of me.” Draco eyed up the book in Y/N’s hands. He raised his eyebrows at her. “I’m sorry, I found it here. I didn’t mean to pry…” She apologised.
“It’s okay,” Draco said. “It’ll tell you more than I can anyway. Just give it back when you’re done.”
Y/N held out the book. “Here.”
Draco’s hand brushed against hers as he took back his journal.
The pair stood there opposite each other, neither able to look the other in the eye. After everything Y/N has read in the journal, she had no idea what to say to Draco. As for Draco, he knew everything he wanted to say but couldn’t bring himself to say the words.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: ~1k
Warnings: n/a
A couple of pages turned into a couple more. Y/N was so lost in Draco’s neat scrawl that she hadn’t heard him come into the Room of Requirement.
“Y/N?” Draco asked.
Snapping the journal closed, Y/N whirled around. “You scared the shit out of me.” Draco eyed up the book in Y/N’s hands. He raised his eyebrows at her. “I’m sorry, I found it here. I didn’t mean to pry…” She apologised.
“It’s okay,” Draco said. “It’ll tell you more than I can anyway. Just give it back when you’re done.”
Y/N held out the book. “Here.”
Draco’s hand brushed against hers as he took back his journal.
The pair stood there opposite each other, neither able to look the other in the eye. After everything Y/N has read in the journal, she had no idea what to say to Draco. As for Draco, he knew everything he wanted to say but couldn’t bring himself to say the words.
“I have one thing to say,” Y/N said after clearing her throat. “I understand if you hate me for telling Harry, but I want you to know that I’m fighting for a world where if we get married, it’s because we love each other. Not because we have to.”
“I don’t hate you. I understand you’re doing the right thing, and I’m sorry that I’m not as brave as you.” Draco said.
Y/N shook her head. “It’s not about bravery, Draco. It’s that I have nothing left to lose. I lost my mother, my family, my freedom and myself.”
Deep down, Draco knew she was right. If it weren’t for the safety of his family, he wouldn’t hesitate to join Y/N. But he couldn’t, if they got caught, Draco’s punishment would be to watch his mother and father suffer and die. He would likely be left alive, it would be more painful than death.
“So what happens for us?” Draco asked, although he could already guess the answer.
Y/N shrugged. “I don’t know, really. As if things weren’t already complicated enough. I’d like to be friends, but I suppose that’s out of the question.”
“Why?”
“We’re on different sides now, Draco.”
When Y/N put it like that, Draco realised just how right she was.
“Well, not necessarily,” Draco explained. “It’s not my fault if I don’t know your allegiance has changed and still pass on information like, I don’t know, when the Death-Eaters plan to enter Hogwarts.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to do that, Draco. That’s a massive risk, Voldemort could find out.”
“Like I said, I don’t know your allegiance has changed.” Draco felt it was the least he could do. It was his way of helping Y/N without risking his family. “Look, I’m sorry about the other night. I didn’t mean any of it, I was just angry and sometimes I lose control.”
“I know, Draco, it’s okay,” Y/N reassured. “Look, I have a lot to think about, and so do you. Let’s just go to bad and we’ll figure this out later.”
-
Harry sat across the room from Y/N, watching her paying attention to the professor addressing the class. Despite Draco’s behaviour the other day, he had yet to see Y/N interact with Draco in any way. So far, not so much as a glance in his direction.
Knowing Y/N, whose father is a Death-Eater, is now one too, it was highly likely that Draco was as well. Which means they would know each other, at the very least. But there was no acknowledgement on Y/N’s part.
However, when Harry decided to swallow his pride and look at Draco, he saw a different story. Draco watched Y/N from the corner of his eye, so subtle that Harry might not have noticed if he wasn’t looking for it. Draco looked at Y/N the way Harry looked at Ginny, the way you look at someone you love but can’t have.
But there was no way. No way that Draco was in love with Y/N. Someone like Draco surely wasn’t capable of love.
When the class was over, Harry darted off after Draco, leaving Ron and Hermione behind. He followed behind Draco through the corridors, not bothering to be subtle.
Draco, aware he was being followed, led them to a secluded alcove, away from prying eyes.
“Why are you following me, Potter?” Draco hissed, his hatred for Harry had never been higher after he and Y/N had been getting closer.
The two boys stood with a good distance between them facing each other. The alcove was cold and damp, but at least here no one would see or hear them.
“I wanted to talk,” Harry said.
Draco gave Harry a look as if to say he doesn’t believe him.
“Does Y/N know you’re in love with her?” Harry asked.
Draco showed no emotion externally, but internally his stomach dropped. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I think you do.” Harry insisted. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. I couldn’t help but notice she doesn’t look at you the same way. Or, at all, actually.”
Rage flared up inside Draco, but he was determined to control his emotions, to prove he could be a good person. “You don’t know as much as you think you do, Potter. I suggest you keep your nose out of where it doesn’t belong.”
“Maybe I don’t know as much as I think I do, but I’ll tell you something I do know,” Harry challenged. “You’re not good for her. She’s trying to do the right thing, and you’re always going to be the bad guy. I suggest, if you really care about her, that you leave her alone. Or you will be the death of her.”
Harry walked away, leaving his words in the alcove with Draco.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1k
Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of death and su*cde, lots of shouting
Draco waited up in the Common room for Y/N to return. He pretended to be writing an essay so no one would speak to him. Time slowly crept by, it was getting later and later whilst Draco’s mood got continually worse.
Eventually, Y/N stepped into the Common room, expecting it to be empty. At first, she didn’t notice Draco, tucked away in a dark corner. Draco, of course, had noticed Y/N.
“Oh, hi Draco,” Y/N said when she spotted him. “It’s pretty late, you going to work on the Cabinet?”
Draco nodded but didn’t say anything.
“Need any help?” Y/N asked.
“No,” said Draco sharply. “Besides, I’m sure you’d rather spend your time with Potter.”
Y/N scoffed. “What are you on about?”
“I saw you sneak off with him at dinner,” Draco stood up from his chair and started towards Y/N. “That was a few hours ago.”
Y/N, who could feel the anger radiating off Draco, didn’t back away. “I told you last night, Draco, I’m helping Harry. I told him everything.”
“You what?” Draco was about to explode.
Y/N rolled her eyes, testing Draco’s self-control. “I didn’t mention you, okay? I lied and told Harry it was me who was given the task of killing Dumbledore. I didn’t mention you.”
Draco was seething. “How’s Potter supposed to trust you when you’re lying to him?” He spat.
“I thought you’d be glad I didn’t mention you.” Y/N admitted.
“What would’ve been better is if you hadn’t told him anything at all.”
“I said I was gonna help him, how can I do that if I don’t tell him what I know?” Y/N asked.
Draco ignored her question. “I don’t need your help any more. I can’t trust you. Just forget about everything that’s happened between us.”
“Whatever, Draco. We’ll talk about this tomorrow when you’ve calmed down. I’m going to bed.”
Y/N had had enough of Draco’s foul mood, deciding it would be better to leave him be until he was over his initial anger. She turned away from him and began to walk away.
“Don’t walk away from me, Y/N!” Draco raised his voice. “We’re not done here!”
Y/N whirled back around, losing her temper too. “I’m not talking to you when you’re like this. And keep your voice down,” she hissed. “I am trying to help you! That’s all I’ve been doing, and you just - God, you just won’t let me. Every time I feel like I’m finally getting somewhere with you, you lose your temper, and it’s back to square one.”
“Don’t pretend like you’re looking out for me!” Draco shouted. “You’re only looking out for yourself.”
This pissed Y/N off. “Who saved your fucking life, huh? Twice! And I did that for me, did I? Alright, Draco, you’re right. You think you know fucking everything.”
“You did that because if I die, you know the Dark Lord will kill you too!” Draco yelled.
“Not everyone’s as selfish as you are. I saved your life because I fucking care about you, for fuck sake! Not that you’d know what that means.”
Y/N wondered how they had gotten here. Last night, she felt like they had made real progress. Draco had let Y/N see a new side of him, and Y/N had opened up to Draco. But today, it was as though the previous night had never happened
“You don’t think I care about you?” Draco asked incredulously. “I think about you all the fucking time! I was the one who suggested we run away together, but you weren’t interested!”
“I don’t want to run, Draco. We’ll be running forever!” Y/N cried. “I want him gone. I want him dead, my dad too. That’s what I’m fighting for, our freedom! You’re just blindly doing as you’ve been told because you’re too afraid to fight back!”
“If I fight back, I’ll die.”
“You think I won’t?” Y/N asked. “You think my dad won’t hesitate to kill me the second he finds out I’ve betrayed the Dark Lord? The difference is, I’d rather die than live like this.”
“So I was just standing on the edge of the Astronomy tower for fun? For the view? I don’t want to live like this either, but I do for you!”
Draco’s words hung in the space between them, both of them breathing heavily. Y/N hadn’t meant to get so angry. She hated herself for losing her temper, so much like her father. Hot-headed and impulsive. She wondered if she got her compassion from her mother.
“I’m going to bed.” Y/N’s voice was small, quiet. “Good night, Draco.”
Draco watched as Y/N disappeared up the stairs to the girl’s dormitory. He stood there alone for a while until he headed to the Room of Requirement.
-
“Tell me you’re joking,” Ron said, bewildered.
Harry shook his head. “She showed me her Dark Mark.”
“Seriously, Ronald, why on Earth would she lie about something like that?” Hermione chided.
Harry had relayed all of what Y/N had told him to his closest friends. They, of course, were just as shocked as he was.
“Shouldn’t we tell Dumbledore?” Ron asked.
The trio all exchanged looks. “If it’s true, and Snape really is on our side, Dumbledore may already know.” Hermione reasoned.
“Question is, do we let Y/N in on Order information? Do you think we can trust her?” Harry suggested.
Ron chimed in: “We should talk to Sirius, see what he says.”
“If she’s telling the truth, she took a big risk. We should at least protect her secret, even if we don’t let her into the Order,” said Hermione.
The two boys nodded in agreement.
The next morning, they headed to the Owlery, with a note scribbled to Sirius ready to be delivered. In this note, there was a date and time for a fire meeting. The trio agreed to pass on the information but withhold where it came from to protect Y/N.
Perhaps with Y/N’s help, they could defeat Voldemort once and for all.
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Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1k
Warnings: mentions of su*cide, angst
“Just so you know, I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Y/N and Draco were in the Room of Requirement working on the Cabinet. Draco, who seemed to know what he was doing, set to work mending it. Y/N, on the other hand, had no clue where to even start.
“You’re here, that’s all that matters,” Draco said distractedly.
It was their first time working on the Cabinet together. Just the night before, Draco had been stood at the edge of the Astronomy Tower but tonight he seemed perfectly fine, though Y/N knew that wasn’t the case.
After talking Draco down, Y/N felt guilty for not visiting him in the hospital wing. He obviously needed someone to talk to, and Y/N was the only person he could truly talk to about his situation. She dreaded to think what would’ve happened if she hadn’t woken up.
“Why did you come to the Tower last night?” Draco asked. He was crouched down, concentrating on what he was doing while he asked, making a heavy question sound casual.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1k
Warnings: mentions of su*cide, angst
“Just so you know, I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Y/N and Draco were in the Room of Requirement working on the Cabinet. Draco, who seemed to know what he was doing, set to work mending it. Y/N, on the other hand, had no clue where to even start.
“You’re here, that’s all that matters,” Draco said distractedly.
It was their first time working on the Cabinet together. Just the night before, Draco had been stood at the edge of the Astronomy Tower but tonight he seemed perfectly fine, though Y/N knew that wasn’t the case.
After talking Draco down, Y/N felt guilty for not visiting him in the hospital wing. He obviously needed someone to talk to, and Y/N was the only person he could truly talk to about his situation. She dreaded to think what would’ve happened if she hadn’t woken up.
“Why did you come to the Tower last night?” Draco asked. He was crouched down, concentrating on what he was doing while he asked, making a heavy question sound casual.
“I have nightmares, and while you were in the hospital, I would go there to calm down and think.” Y/N admitted. She had never told anyone about her nightmares.
“I get those too.”
“Is that why you went there?”
Draco looked up from what he was doing, standing up straight. He was serious all of a sudden.
“Can I tell you something?” Draco asked. “It’s crazy but I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“You can tell me anything.” Y/N reassured him.
During his stay in the hospital wing, Draco had thought of something and since then, he had barely been able to think about much else. He knew it was insane but at the same time, it made perfect sense to him.
“I’ve been thinking, after all…this…is over, we could get out of here,” Draco said.
“How do you mean?”
“Run away. Me and you.”
Y/N hadn’t expected this. Of course, she had thought of running away on her own during summer, but she knew she wouldn’t make it five miles without being caught and killed. With Draco, though, perhaps they stood a chance.
“You’re right, it is crazy.” Y/N remarked. “Draco, I don’t even know what this is.”
Draco didn’t even bother to hide his disappointment. “What are you talking about?”
“This.” Y/N insisted, gesturing around them. “I don’t know what we’re doing right now, I don’t know what your task from You-Know-Who is, I don’t know what’s going on between us-”
“Us?” Draco cut in sharply. “What about us?”
“I mean, you kissed me in Hogsmeade for a start.”
“I was drunk.” He snapped.
Draco’s disappointment became anger. He wasn’t sure why he was getting so angry. He had expected Y/N to want to run away with him, and the fact that she didn’t upset him. He thought she would want to, but she didn’t.
“So there’s nothing?” Y/N demanded.
Draco didn’t respond. If he did, he knew he’d say something he’d regret. Maybe even ruin their friendship. Truthfully, he didn’t know how he felt about Y/N. He’d never been so confused about his feelings for anyone in his life.
He crouched back down and resumed what he was doing in the hopes that Y/N would just let it go.
“Okay,” Y/N whispered under her breath, seemingly to herself. And she let it go.
-
Y/N didn’t say much to Draco for the rest of the night. She didn’t say anything to him for the rest of the week. Draco felt as though he had ruined his chance to actually talk to Y/N about his feelings. He’d had the perfect opportunity, and he felt he had wasted it.
Tonight, Draco needed Y/N’s help working on the Cabinet. He had worked on it alone for a few nights but he missed her company. He somehow had to ask her to meet him discreetly.
It was a study period, and Y/N was in the library, studying on a table by herself. Draco wrote a note, folded it in half, and slipped it onto her desk as he walked past her.
Y/N looked up to see Draco walking away. She opened the note.
-
Screwing up the note, she picked up a textbook and headed to the restricted section to ‘return’ it to the shelves. She went to an empty aisle, away from prying eyes, where she had seen Draco go.
“I need your help with the Cabinet tonight.” Draco came up behind her as she was putting the book back.
“Not even like a 'hey’?” Y/N asked in a whisper.
Draco made a face. “What’s got you in a tizzy?"
Y/N just rolled her eyes. "Same time, same place?”
Y/N was being short with Draco, he could tell. She was annoyed at him, or maybe at something else, but she was definitely taking it out on him.
“You don’t sound very happy about it.”
“I’m thrilled, Draco,” Y/N’s voice was venomous. “Thrilled to be helping you do something when you won’t even tell me why we’re doing it."
Draco felt some relief. He had thought perhaps she was angry at him for not telling her how he feels. "I’ll tell you everything. Tonight, okay? Please meet me."
Y/N knew she wouldn’t deny him, and he had said he would tell her tonight. "Fine.” Y/N said, and she turned and walked away.
Draco watched as she sat back down at her desk and carried on studying as if nothing had happened.
-
“Where is it?” Draco mumbled to himself as he tore his bed apart.
He was getting quite agitated. It had been a few days now and he still hadn’t found his journal. It was very important to him. He couldn’t bear the thought of someone reading it and finding out about his feelings for Y/N.
It wasn’t there. Perhaps he had left it in the Room of Requirement? After all, that is where he goes to write in it. Where no one would ever catch him. He would look for it there tonight.
-
Draco hadn’t slept, because he had to get up at midnight to meet Y/N outside the Room of Requirement. When the clock showed five minutes to midnight, he climbed out of bed, got dressed into a black suit and slid out of the dormitory.
Walking down the dark corridor, Draco saw a figure waiting in a corner. At first, he thought it was Y/N. But then, the figure spoke.
“Malfoy,” came Snape’s drawl. “We’ve all been summoned. Head to the Manor. I’ll pass the message onto Y/L/N."
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: <1k
Warnings:TRIGGER WARNING!!! mentions of tortures, nighmares and su*cide so pls pls don’t read if you’re sensitive to these topics
“Crucio!” Her father cried.
Y/N screamed. The pain was unbearable. She was sure she was dying, this must be what that feels like. She screamed and screamed.
At first, Y/N was stubborn. She refused to scream, refused to plead. But it had been days. She was starving, she was tired. The pain wouldn’t stop.
“Please stop!” Y/N cried. Her throat was raw from screaming. She couldn’t scream any more.
It stopped. In her place stood Draco, her father using the Cruciatus curse on him while he called out in pain.
Y/N woke with a start. The nightmares that plagued her sleep every night were always the same, but they never got less terrifying.
Still shaking from the nightmare, Y/N headed to the Astronomy Tower bundled in an oversized jumper. The floor of the dark, empty hallways of Hogwarts reverberated her footsteps.
When she got to the top of the Astronomy Tower, someone was already there. His white-blonde hair gave him away. Draco. Y/N hadn’t even realised he’d been let out of the hospital wing yet.
It immediately struck Y/N that something was wrong. Draco was stood on the edge of the tower, looking at the ground below.
“Draco?” She asked softly.
He whirled around. “Get back!”
“What are you doing?” Y/N asked although she thought she knew the answer.
It was a cold night, and Draco wore only an untucked shirt and trousers. Even in her warm pyjamas, Y/N felt cold so Draco must have been freezing.
“You were right. That first night we talked. There’s no way out.” Draco’s eyes glinted. “I can’t do it. He knows I can’t. He set me up to fail. He’ll kill me, and my family.”
Draco had never felt so low. He felt hopeless, like there was no point in going on any more. There seemed to be no way he could complete his task, and if he failed then Voldemort would kill him and his parents.
“Draco,” Y/N pleaded. “Don’t do this.”
The wind was particularly strong that night, both her and Draco’s hair whipped around them. There was a look in Draco’s eye. A dangerous and determined look.
“I don’t have a choice.” His voice cracked. Tears began to slide down his cheeks. His breath was ragged, and his hands were shaking. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was from fear or from the cold.
“I know. I understand not having a choice. I don’t have one either. But you have me. Please, Draco.”
Draco’s shoulders shook with repressed sobs. He was precariously balanced on the edge, one wrong move, and he would fall. That didn’t sound so bad, he had thought.
“Let me tell you a story.” Y/N said.
“Right now? I’m standing on the edge of a tower, and you want to tell me a story?” Draco said, astonished.
Y/N hoped the story would not only distract Draco but make him change his mind. “It’s a long one.”
Draco said nothing, so Y/N decided to go on.
“My mother wasn’t a Death-Eater, but she went to all the meetings in support of my father. Like your mum does. Anyway, one day, Voldemort…took a liking to her, if you get what I mean. And she rejected him because she loved my father. She was loyal to him.
When she told my father about what Voldemort had tried to do, she thought he would be on her side. He wasn’t. "Nobody denies the Dark Lord.” He said. It was his idea to have my mother killed as punishment. I was only a baby. He’d rather have a motherless child than a wife who was disloyal to the Dark Lord.
This summer, he asked me to become a Death-Eater. I said no, so he tortured me. He used the Cruciatus curse on me until I gave in. If I’d still refused, he would have killed me.“
"I didn’t know your mother was dead,” Draco said.
“That wasn’t the point of the story. The point was that my family didn’t make it out intact, but yours can. If you do this, not only will you die, but so will your mum and dad. And me.”
Draco was still crying, but he seemed calmer now.
“But if you don’t, whatever has driven you to do this, we’ll fix it. Together. I’ll help you. And your family will stand a chance.” Y/N held her hand out. “Please, Draco, take my hand.”
Draco looked down at Y/N’s extended hand.
It seemed Y/N was more like him than he thought. She also did not want this life. It was forced on her, just like it was him. He felt sorry for Y/N. At least he had a mother who loved him and a father who only wanted to do what’s best for his family. Y/N’s father was much worse. Now he understood why she never went home.
He knew he had two options: jump or take Y/N’s hand. She said she would help him, God knows he needs it. Maybe, with Y/N’s help, they could complete his task. Then, perhaps…
Slowly, he reached for her hand. His fingers interlocked with hers, warmth spreading through his hand. She cautiously guided him away from the edge, towards her.
He collapsed into Y/N’s arms and she held him as he cried.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1k
Warnings:trigger warning!! mentions of blood and injury
When term started, things turned for the worst.
Firstly, seeing as every bird that Draco sent through the Vanishing Cabinet came back dead, it seemed he was going to have to try another way.
He attempted a poisoned wine for Slughorn to give to Dumbledore for Christmas but seeing as Dumbledore was still alive, it was clear it hadn’t made it to him.
Not only that, but Katie Bell was back from St Mungo’s, which spelt trouble. He knew Potter was suspicious of him and would try to extract information from Katie.
Draco supposed at least one good thing happened: Y/N didn’t ask him about the kiss. Maybe she didn’t even remember it. He wondered if that was actually a good thing or not.
As Draco headed to lunch one day, he saw Potter talking with Katie. At the sight of her, Draco felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. He didn’t want to do this, but he had no choice. It was kill or be killed.
Y/N saw Draco storm out of the Great Hall as she headed to lunch. In his wake, trailed Harry Potter. Y/N knew this was a bad sign. She began to follow Potter.
They led her to the boys’ bathroom where Moaning Mrytle tended to lurk. Y/N could see Draco crying at the sink. Her heart wrenched at the sight of him so broken.
Draco’s shoulders heaved as he struggled to control his breathing. His head felt light, and his trembling hands grappled for the sink to steady himself.
Y/N stayed hidden, watching Harry as he approached apprehensively.
“I know what you did, Malfoy,” Harry accused. “You hexed her, didn’t you?”
Draco stopped crying. He turned to look at Potter and with a swish of his wand, sent a curse flying towards him. Harry dodged it. The two boys began duelling, throwing spells and hexes at each other, bursting a sink pipe which caused the bathroom to flood.
Harry cried out: “Sectumsempra!”
Draco collapsed with a splash.
All Y/N’s inhibitions went out the window. “Draco!” Y/N cried, rushing over to the bleeding figure on the floor. “No, no, no.” She muttered over and over. She put her hands on his chest to try and stop the bleeding. Draco’s chest rose and fell at an accelerated rate.
Y/N panicked. She’d never seen a curse like this. She had no idea what counter-curse to use. She looked at her hands, coated in Draco’s blood that had seeped through his white shirt, staining it.
She went to look at Harry for help. If he knows the curse, he must know the counter-curse. Harry was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the looming figure of Snape towered above her.
“Help him!” She pleaded. “Please!”
Wasting no time, Snape began performing the counter-curse. All the blood that stained the water slowly disappeared, the deep red gashes on Draco’s chest were reduced to long red slits as his breathing returned to normal. Y/N’s hands, which were still covered in blood, shook with fear and adrenaline.
“Y/L/N,” Snape drawled. “Go and clean yourself up, I’ll take Malfoy to the hospital wing.”
-
Draco woke up in the hospital wing in immense pain. His chest had deep gashes on it, although they had already begun to heal. Unfortunately for Draco, he remembered everything that had happened.
He remembered Potter hexing him with a curse he had never heard of before. He remembered Y/N crying out his name, desperately trying to stop his bleeding. He remembered Snape healing him with a counter-curse and bringing him to the hospital wing.
“You’re healing up just fine, lovely,” Madam Pomfrey had told him. “If you’re lucky, it won’t even scar.”
The only thing Draco had on his mind was Y/N. He wanted to see her so badly. And even though he knew she wouldn’t visit him, part of him still held out hope that she would. Had his chest not been causing him so much pain, he would have snuck out of the hospital wing to see her.
“You have a visitor, Mr Malfoy.” Madam Pomfrey said.
His heart leapt at the possibility but dropped when Pansy walked in. He had been hoping for Y/N.
She never came.
-
Draco was in the hospital wing for a few weeks. Y/N was desperate to talk to him but couldn’t bring herself to visit him. She knew she should. If the Dark Lord found out she had allowed Draco to get injured, she would surely be punished.
She had overheard his friends talking about him a few days after the incident.
“I went to see Draco today.” Pansy Parkinson had said.
She was sat with Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott and Daphne Greengrass at a table in the library where Y/N was trying to study to distract herself.
“How is he?” Blaise asked.
“He’s awake, and he says it doesn’t hurt much. Madam Pomfrey says he’s healing quite well.”
Theo asked, “Would he still not tell you what happened?"
Pansy shook her head. "He didn’t mention it, and I didn’t want to ask.”
It was a relief to Y/N to hear that he was okay. She wished she could visit him, but she couldn’t risk the fact that people could become suspicious.
She wondered if there was an alternate universe where she and Draco were friends, and neither of them was plagued by the Dark Lord. Where they could just be kids and grow up normal like everyone else. Where they didn’t fear for their life every day.
While Draco was in the hospital, Y/N’s nightmares changed. Instead of her usual nightmare, her sleep was tormented with images of Draco being hurt. These nightmares felt far too real for Y/N’s liking.
Every night while Draco was recovering, Y/N headed up to the top of the Astronomy Tower, where she would sit and think. Sometimes for a short while, sometimes until the sun came up.
She would think of her family, what could have been if Voldemort had never risen to power the first time. She would think of Draco, the boy who had no choice. He needed someone, he needed to be loved. Y/N felt deep sadness when she thought of him. She wanted so badly to help him. To save him.
Summary: no Voldemort AU (draco isn’t a death-eater and cedric is alive), set in sixth year, Cedric is in the same year as Y/N.
Word count: 2.2k
A/N: this one is inspired by @aliyanzinsurance on TikTok! this is the first installment of my TikTok series !
“In today’s class, we will each take turns to look into the Mirror Of Erised,” announced Professor Lupin. “Those of you who want to may choose to share with the class. However, you are not obligated to do so.”
The class formed a line in front of the Mirror, chattering among themselves. Y/N stuck close by Hermione, just behind them was Harry and Ron.
“Hey, Y/N,” Harry whispered.
Y/N turned to see what Harry wanted. “Yeah?”
“I dare you to pretend you see Malfoy’s dad in the Mirror.”
Ron snickered. “That’ll piss him right off.”
“Give me 5 Galleons and I will.” Y/N said.
Harry rummaged in his pocket and gave Y/N a handful of gold coins. Turning back around, Y/N smirked to herself as she put the Galleons in her pocket.
Before long, it was Y/N’s turn. She looked around for Draco, who was sulking over by his table close to the front of the class. She took a deep breath and willed herself not to crack a smile.
She looked into the Mirror.
“What do you see, Y/N?” Ron asked, trying to suppress laughter.
“Draco,” Y/N said wistfully, and the chattering quietened. “Is that your dad?”
The whole class, except for Draco himself, burst into laughter. Even Neville (who had looked as if he were about to cry since he had looked into the Mirror).
“Alright, that’s enough, Y/N.” Professor Lupin said although he looked as though he was amused too.
At the end of class, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Y/N were still laughing about it as they walked down the corridor. The four of them roared with laughter until Draco called out from behind them.
“Oi, Y/N!” He called. Followed by his goons, he was fast approaching the group. He stopped right up close in Y/N’s face. “My father will hear about this, you filthy blood-traitor.”
Y/N smirked at Draco. “Oh, good. Tell him I said hi.” She quipped.
With a scowl, Draco whirled around and stormed off, his goons trailing behind him, shooting death glares at Y/N.
When she turned to look at the group, the trio looked as if they were about to burst. Ron laughed first, and the other two followed soon after. Y/N also couldn’t contain her laughter.
-
It was an exceptionally hot day. Y/N and the trio were walking around the school grounds, making the most of the weekend’s heatwave.
“Hey, Y/N!” Called a voice from behind.
The four turned to see where the voice came from. Fred and George were bounding towards them across the green.
“We’ve got a dare for you,” said Fred
Y/N was used to Fred and George daring her to do stuff they know will get her in trouble if she got caught. She was sure this would be no different.
“Oh, yeah?” She said. “What is it?
"Jump in the lake,” George said, nodding towards the Black Lake that was currently glistening in the midday sun.
Y/N had to admit, the lake looked cool and inviting in the heat. And who was she to turn down a dare?
“Alright, I will if you do.” She said back.
And that’s how Y/N, Fred and George ended up climbing out of the Black Lake while Professor McGonagall shouted at them. The three Gryffindors were dripping onto the parched grass.
“Fred, George, I didn’t exactly expect better of you,” McGonagall scowled. “But Y/N….I didn’t expect much different of you either actually. Go and dry yourselves off and come straight to my office!”
Y/N jabbed an elbow into both Weasley twins on either side of her. “Nice one, dickheads.” She grumbled, but she wasn’t really angry at them. She’d been to McGonagall’s office enough times now.
She stalked her way into the building, leaving Harry, Ron and Hermione to walk the grounds some more. As she entered the castle, a white-blonde head walked past her.
Y/N had forgotten about the dare with the Mirror until just now. Truthfully, she felt a little bad about it. Chasing him down, she called out his name.
“Draco! Hey, Draco!”
The blonde-haired boy turned around to see Y/N heading in his direction. He scowled, rolled his eyes and turned back around to carry on walking.
“Wait!” Y/N called. "I didn’t mean it. I didn’t see your dad in the Mirror. It was a joke, Harry dared me to do it.”
By now, Draco had once again turned to face Y/N. “Why are you wet?” Draco asked with a disgusted expression.
“Fred and George dared me to jump in the lake.” Y/N explained.
“Do you always do whatever someone dares you to?”
Y/N thought. “Nine times out of ten, yeah.”
Y/N had never been this close to Draco before. She had never realised how beautiful he was, in such a delicate way. He smelled of mint and cologne, and his eyes were a sombre grey.
“Well then,” he drawled. “I dare you…
"Y/N!” Y/N spun around. “Come on, McGonagall’s office.”
“Alright!” Y/N yelled back to Fred and George. She turned back to Draco, who despite being interrupted, looked rather amused. “Ask me later?”
“I will.”
-
Many of Y/N’s study periods were spent in the library with Harry, Ron and Hermione. Today was no exception. Despite Y/N getting in trouble a lot for causing mischief, she was a very bright student who always got high marks.
Around them, students were whispering amongst themselves about the Summer Ball that was coming up to mark the end of the school year.
“Y/N,” Ron whispered. “Fred and George say they saw you talking to Malfoy the other day.”
Y/N looked up from her textbook. “Yeah, I was. I felt bad about the joke we played on him.”
“Why, he’s an arsehole.” Harry chimed in, not looking up from his parchment.
“He’s not an arsehole. You don’t know what he’s got going on at home.”
Harry looked up now, his eyes shooting daggers at Y/N. “Neither do you.”
“Well no, but I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt.”
Hermione had either been so immersed in her reading that she hadn’t been listening, or she was listening to the whole thing but not speaking up. That usually meant she was on Y/N’s side but didn’t want to upset Harry or Ron.
“Why?” Ron asked, taking Harry’s side. “He wouldn’t do that for you.”
Y/N was amazed by how uncompassionate the boys were being. “Treat people how you want to be treated, not the way they treat you.”
With that, she rolled up her parchment, picked up her textbook and left.
As she stalked down the corridor, from behind, she felt someone grab her wrist. Stopping to turn around, she had expected it to be Hermione, who always acted at the peace-keeper. Instead, Y/N was surprised to see Draco.
“I heard what you said,” he admitted, letting go of her wrist. “No one’s ever stood up for me before.”
Y/N just shrugged. She hadn’t realised Draco was even in the library.
“Do you have a date to the Ball yet?” He asked.
Y/N shook her head. “No, why?”
“Then I dare you to be my date to the Ball.”
“Draco,” Y/N said. “If you want me to go to the ball with you, you can just ask.”
Draco shook his head. “Not like that, just to piss off Potter.”
If it was only a dare, then there was no harm in saying yes. Besides, she was annoyed at Harry. And what better way to get back at him than to go to the Ball with Draco. He would get over it eventually.
“Alright, I’ll do it.”
-
“You won’t believe it.” Hermione announced as she came into the Gryffindor Common Room, where Harry and Ron were ‘studying’.
“What?” asked Ron.
“Cedric asked Y/N to the Summer Ball.”
“No way!” cried Harry in astonishment.
Hermione shook her head. “She said no.”
“WHAT?” Harry and Ron exclaimed simultaneously.
“She said someone’s already asked her,” Hermione revealed.
The three of them looked at each other in shock. They knew about Y/N’s small, little crush on Cedric, and couldn’t believe she had said no to him. More importantly, she hadn’t told them about who she was going with.
“Who on Earth is better for her than Cedric?” Harry asked. “You don’t…you don’t think she’s going with Malfoy, do you?
"Of course not!” cried Hermione. “Unless…Ron, have Fred and George dared her to do it?”
Ron shrugged. “Not that I know of.”
While the trio discussed who might have dared Y/N to go the Ball with, Y/N headed back to the Coom Room from her lesson with Snape.
“Well, that was atrocious.” Y/N said as she climbed through the portrait hole. The trio looked in Y/N’s direction shiftily. “What?”
“Y/N,” said Hermione. “You’re not going to the Ball with Malfoy are you?”
Y/N dropped her bag on the floor and plopped onto the sofa opposite. “Yeah, why?”
“Why would you do that?!” Harry lashed out.
“He asked me, and I said yes.”
All three Gryffindors looked in horror at Y/N, as if she had killed someone. Y/N decided not to tell the trio that Draco had dared her to go with him because truthfully, there was a part of Y/N that wanted to go with him.
“Have you considered that it could be a joke? So he can make fun of you?” Hermione asked, being the reasonable one.
“Of course I have,” Y/N lied. She hadn’t considered that. “And if that turns out to be the case, I have a few tricks up my sleeve, okay?”
Y/N hadn’t even thought of the possibility that Draco could have been repaying the joke on her. With only one more sleep until the Ball, Y/N had to come up with some kind of plan in case that happened.
-
Y/N was going to be so pissed if she had spent all this time getting ready just for this whole thing to be a joke. She’d spent hours putting on makeup and styling her hair. She matched her dress with Draco’s house, a beautiful emerald satin gown with a slit in the leg. She had painted her nails, shaved her legs and slipped on some matching heels.
Despite who she was going with, the trio waited for Y/N to be ready, and they all headed to the Great Hall together. Harry, who was attending with Ginny, didn’t say much to Y/N and headed into the Hall without saying goodbye. Hermione, who was going with Ron, lingered behind in the foyer with Y/N.
“Go on in, you two,” Y/N said. “I’ll wait out here for Draco.”
“Are you sure?” Hermione asked, clearly almost as anxious as Y/N.
Y/N nodded and watched as Hermione and Ron headed in.
Behind her, Y/N heard someone clear their throat. She whirled around to see Draco stood there, hands clasped in front of him. He wore a black suit with an emerald green tie, the same shade as Y/N’s dress. His fingers were adorned with rings, and his hair was perfectly styled.
“You look beautiful,” he said, eyeing Y/N up from head to toe.
“Thank you,” Y/N smiled. “So do you.”
Draco smiled too and offered an arm to Y/N. “Shall we?”
The two headed into the Great Hall, where the music was playing from the live band. Friends and couples flooded the dance floor, while some sat at tables, sharing drinks and laughter.
“Want a drink?” Y/N shouted over the music.
“I’ll get it,” said Draco, heading over to the drinks table.
Without him by her side, Y/N felt exposed and anxious. What if this was the moment he would get his revenge? What if he just never came back and left her alone? All sorts of horrible scenarios ran through Y/N’s mind until Draco returned, a drink in each hand.
“Here,” he said, handing her a cup.
“Thanks,” she replied, taking a small sip to make sure it hadn’t been messed with.
Draco, noticing this, put his drink down. “Would you like to dance?” He asked.
“Sure.”
-
Outside, the air was much cooler. It had been Y/N who suggested going for a walk to cool off. They had been dancing for a while now, and it was getting unbearably hot inside.
“So,” Draco said as the two walked side by side around the castle grounds. “What tricks do you have up your sleeve?”
“What?”
“I heard you had a plan in case this turned out to be a joke.”
“Oh, I lied,” Y/N confessed. “I’m just really hoping it’s not.”
“It isn’t.”
As the pair walked, the moon reflected brightly off of the Black Lake, giving Draco’s hair a celestial glow. Y/N’s hair blew gently in the breeze, brushing over her bare shoulders. She felt her hand brush against Draco’s.
“Okay,” Y/N said. “My turn to dare you.
Draco chuckled. "I suppose that’s only fair.”
“I dare you…” Y/N thought for a minute. “Oh, fuck it.”
She reached up on her toes and pressed her lips to his. Draco eased into the kiss, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s waist to pull her closer. He tasted like mint, and his cheek was soft under Y/N’s touch.
Eventually, the kiss was over. Draco’s arm stayed around Y/N’s waist and she leant her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck.
i’m tempted to start a new series based off of TikTok POV’s! obviously i’m on DracoTok and every now and then, i see a TikTok that makes me want to write a oneshot about it. so i’m going to give it a go!
obviously i will make sure to give credit and try to (if i can figure out how) link the TikTok’s that inspired me!
so keep an eye out, the first one will be coming soon :)
Prompt: the reader loves animals and is always around them and Draco finds her one day singing to them and he compliments her and they start hanging out and maybe it ends in fluff
Word Count:595
It was Christmas time at Hogwarts. As a seventh year you had an open block, which you spent down at Hagrid’s hut caring for his magical creatures. Growing up you looked up to Newt Scamander and Strived to be a magizoologist, just like him. Once Hagrid found this out, he offered to let you help with his creatures. So that’s where everyone found you, with the new magical creature of the week.
Today, though, because it’s the week before break, there was no creature. So, you decided to take a walk through the grounds. You sat on the bench by the lake and suddenly a deer walked past. You laughed to yourself, thinking it was just one of the Weasley twins pranks. You tied your Y/H/C into a bun and followed the creature. As the deer laid down, you sat a little further away. Admiring the deer’s beauty before heading back to Hagrid’s hut.
You walked over to Fang who was sitting outside of the hut. “Hey fang,” you whispered as you pet him. You say for a few moments until something ran by causing fang to freak. You jumped up holding him back and petting him. “Shhh, fang, it’s okay.” You sighed. “ Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques,” you sang “Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?” Fang finally began to calm down. “Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines,” you sat beside fang on the stairs, keeping your hand petting his back. “Ding ding dong, ding ding dong” you continued to him the song, getting softer as he began to sleep.
“That was beautiful,” you jumped, whipping your body around to see a bleach blonde boy standing there. You curiously looked at Malfoy, it was unusual for a Slytherin to be nice to a Y/H/N.
“Thank you,” you whispered. He nodded looking away.
“I’ve never heard that before,” you let out a giggle causing him to snap his head up.
“It’s a muggle lullaby, something you commonly learn on piano as a child.” You looked at Draco noticing his pale face go red. “I could teach you sometime if you like,” He let himself smirk a little bit at you before nodding, “I have to go, I’ll see you later Draco Malfoy.”
-
“You’re telling me you’re friends with him?” Harry yelled.
“Yes,” you calmly spoke, “could you please quiet down, people are staring.”
You dragged Harry down to Hagrid’s, Hermione and Ron followed in close pursuit. They knew to keep their distance though. They all knew when you got mad the only people to calm you down were the Weasley twins.
“I’m nice to those who are nice to me, he asked me for help and I provided-”
“But-” you held your finger up glaring at the young Gryffindor.
“Harry, Draco is a good person,”
“Oh bloody hell, Y/N,” you clenched your fists and took a deep breath.
“You don’t have okay with it you just have to deal with,” and with that you took off, storming towards the castle. You passed by everyone not even stopping when the twins called your name. It wasn’t until you bumped into a body causing you to fall to the ground, that you finally stopped.
“I’m sorry,” the familiar voice whispered. You looked up to see the blonde boy.
“Sorry Draco,” he reached a hand out to help you up.
“Never worry,” he smiled at you, the smile only you had seen. “Come on let’s walk.” He jerked his head in the direction of the field and the two of you walked. Never letting go of each other’s hand.
Summary: Defeated and betrayed you don’t know what to do. And you don’t do anything… Draco does.
A/N: Hello all of my new lovelies! I’m so excited to see you all and to have so many of you despite me just starting this new blog for my new obsession. It means everything to me, your notes and comments and reblogs! I love you guys, enjoy this slightly angst, slightly fluffy part. (Also Hermione is such a bean)
I fled Down to Hagrid’s and seeing the tears on my face and the pain in my eyes, Hermione, Ron and Harry all ushered me into Hagrid’s hut.
“What happened?” They all demanded.
“It was Malfoy,” Harry spat. “He’s not here. He did this,” He hissed, pacing.
I yearned to shake my head and prove him wrong. To say that Malfoy didn’t do this, but I couldn’t. I hid my face in my hands and sank into one of the oversized chairs around me, panic running through my system.
Pairing: half breed vampire Draco x fem!reader/pureblood!reader
Requested: I’m a big sucker for vampires so can you pretty please do something about Draco being a vampire and he ends up drinking from the reader
Warnings: mentions of small injuries, blood, throwing up, very heated make out
A/N: I couldn’t find exactly what vampires in Harry Potter are like so I’m just winging it with all the vampire shows I’ve seen all mashed into one, and since I’ve gotten a few comments about it I’ll start putting more specific stuff on imagines. If I have time I’ll go back to all the other stuff I wrote and fix them as well. This is a bit long, but I figured it would make up for all the headcanons I’ve done cause of school.
Summary: Draco’s true identity is only known by you
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Draco had never felt this way before in his entire life. The hunger he felt within him was one that he couldn’t put into words. His entire life he had been able to ignore this side of him. Being told he was a pureblood to then have it ripped from him was rattling. His mother tried keeping the truth from him, surprised to see no signs of his true father coming through. It hadn’t been until you visited during the summer that there was any sign of the dormant side in Draco.
You’d both been play fighting as usual, rolling around outside on the grass while Narcissa watched over you from the front door. It only took one wrong shove that sent you to the ground scraping your palms that left little droplets of blood catching Draco’s attention. Draco couldn’t take his eyes off of your hands, and you hadn’t missed him licking his lips as well as him looking as though he was about to drool. He looked like he was about to attack you, but Narcissa shouting something you couldn’t hear left you shocked when he flew across the other side of the yard.
Helping you clean up inside before sitting both of you down, Narcissa was muttering nothing but curses to herself. Keeping the long story short she explained how Draco was really a halfbreed vampire. You squeezed Draco’s hand reassuringly when you saw him tense up next to you. Even though they both knew you wouldn’t blab, they swore you to secrecy. You were there with Draco through it all. His cravings were never bad, and he refused to drink human blood, so it made it easier to keep a secret. That had been until today, when it seemed that not even his fake substitute could satiate his cravings. Before he lost it on any of the students he all but forced himself into your room despite others saying he couldn’t be in the girl’s dorm.
“What’s wrong?” You asked immediately when you saw the almost pained look on his face. You stood up, walking over to him and grabbed his face in your hands making him look at you. “Draco, talk to me.” You whispered, caressing his cheek.
A surprised gasp left you when two fangs made themselves known by pushing their way past Draco’s closed lips. It seemed to shock him too, and he pulled away quickly. Narcissa made it known to only you that this would happen eventually, you just hadn’t expected it to be so soon. Both of you knowing that Draco’s distaste of the thought of actually feeding on someone made her only tell you that the substitutes would only last so long before his teeth grew in and he’d want the real thing. You promised you’d be there for him, and you meant it in every way you possibly could, even if you knew it would risk you getting hurt in the process.
“I’m thirsty. More than normal.” Draco seethed, hugging himself making your eyes soften.
“It’s okay.” You assured him, pulling him to sit on your bed. “We knew this was going to happen.” You muttered and shook your head.
“You knew?!” Draco exclaimed, making you jump.
“Draco it was for your own good. You couldn’t even think about feeding on anyone.” You explained and his face showed his disgust at the mere mention. “See?” You pointed making him shoot you a look.
“Just distract me then. I don’t want to… do that.” He explained, swallowing hard.
“You’re going to have to eventually.” You explained softly, placing your hand on his thigh to soothe him. “It’s nothing to be ashamed o-” You tried but he shoved your hand away.
“Distract me.” He demanded through gritted teeth making you sigh and shake your head.
“I always liked reading about vampires when I was younger you know.” You stated, both of you scooting up further on your bed to get more comfortable.
“You did?” He asked, pulling you closer to him making you nod.
“I never knew why I was so fascinated by them.” You shook your head with a laugh, sitting next to Draco on his bed. “I mean I found it intriguing but… to the extent I relate…” You rested your head on his arm, smiling when he seemed to pet your head.
“Relate how?” Draco asked, pulling you closer.
“The feeding part of it…” You trailed, all the times Draco had come to you for the substitutes that you could only give him filling your mind.
“You couldn’t possibly relate to that.” He scoffed pulling away to look down at you.
“Draco I understand that it’s hard.” You explained, holding his face and gently caressing his cheek.
“I don’t think you do. Not with this.” He protested making you roll your eyes.
“I understand the hunger, and I definitely understand the feed.” You explained making Draco look at you with confusion written on his face. “Draco it’s not hard to understand the hunger you’re feeling. I’ve seen you drink things that remind you of blood.” You continued making Draco shake his head.
“That’s not the same as this.” He shook his head making you scoff and sit up so you could face him.
“So it isn’t the best most comforting feeling you’ve ever felt? It doesn’t make you feel whole? Make you feel like you’re filling the emptiness that you have inside of you?” You asked, making Draco’s shoulders tense up a tad. “How about when we warm it up sometimes? You basically drown yourself in it.” You taunted, and Draco’s mouth was watering at the thought. “You’re going to tell me it doesn’t feel good to have it warm your insides that feel cold? I see it, Draco. You love being greedy with it. Love the warmth coating your mouth and throat while you basically chug it until it’s all gone.” You continued making Draco’s chest rise and fall quicker.
“I need it.” He croaked out, pushing you a bit further from him. He wouldn’t admit he’d been thinking about feeding even before the hunger came. Wouldn’t admit that the only person he ever wanted to do it with would be you.
“It’s not going to work anymore.” You shook your head giving him a sad smile. “Not the way you need it to.” You said making his stomach churn.
“Well you have to let me try.” Draco pleaded, but you shook your head. “Y/N please.” He tried again and you sighed, nodding before you stood up.
“If it works I’ll keep giving it to you, but if it doesn’t…” You explained handing him the bottle.
Without another word Draco all but ripped it open, almost unhinging his jaw to guzzle down every last drop. You watched with curiosity, hoping that it would work. When Draco finally lowered the bottle you both smiled at each other. Relief was on his face for two seconds before a pained look took over and Draco reached for your trash bin before the entire contents of the bottle had come back up.
“No.” Draco almost pleaded softly while he hunched over.
You rubbed his back, not saying anything. You didn’t know what you could say to make him feel better, the only you knew would help he wouldn’t like. Before you could open your mouth to finally say something Draco shrugged you off and grumbled all the way out of your room. Half of the day went by before Draco returned to your room. He’d looked even worse than he had that morning, and he couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Draco you can’t fight it anymore. It’s just going to get worse.” You sighed making him grumble next to you.
“I don’t want to feed on someone. That’s gross. I don’t even know where they’ve been.” He explained making you scoot closer.
“You know where I’ve been.” You whispered, putting your hand on his. “Let me help. You can feed on me.” You tried soothing him with your thumb rubbing his knuckles, but it only caused him to stiffen and almost jump to his feet.
“No! Absolutely not!” Draco yelled, making you flinch in surprise.
“Why not? I’m offering, you don’t have anyone else who can do it. I promised I’d be here for you and I am not going to break that promise now.” You stated firmly, making Draco’s eyes narrow.
“You know I don’t want to feed on anyone.” He explained making you roll your eyes.
“Enough is enough Draco. Please.” You rubbed your temples before looking at him. “Stop being a child who won’t eat their damn vegetables. You need this okay? It’s not something you can avoid anymore. We gave you all the time we could, but you have to accept the truth now.” You explained.
“You’re comparing yourself to a vegetable?” Draco hissed making you shove him.
“You know what I meant.” You scolded.
You watched Draco slowly sit back down next to you. You held your breath, waiting for him to hopefully say he’s and put himself out of his misery. Your hand reached out before you could stop yourself, but you pulled it back last minute so you wouldn’t pressure him. He let out a sigh, wiping his face before looking over to you.
“It’s supposed to feel good right?” Draco asked nervously.
“I don’t want to lie to you. It’s in everything I’ve read, but so many people say it’s a myth. I’m not sure.” You explained, becoming nervous when he inched closer.
“If it hurts I’ll stop.” He explained and you nodded. The closer he got, the faster your heart beat and you held your breath. “I-if it really does feel good.” Draco started with a shaky breath, his hand coming up to hold your face. “I want to make you feel good before it, so maybe you won’t realize…” He explained, his voice wavering while he caressed your cheek.
“What?” You breathed out, staring into his eyes. You didn’t know if it was from the way he was touching you, but you felt like you couldn’t understand anything that was happening.
“You’ll see.” He whispered, leaning in before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.
Draco’s lips moved against yours slowly and your eyes fluttered closed and started moving in sync with his. It wasn’t long after that his tongue was running across your bottom lip making you part your lips slightly. Instead of his tongue exploring your mouth like you expected, he pulled your lip between his teeth and gave it a small suck causing you to moan into the kiss. He pulled away slowly, and you couldn’t help but lean forward to follow him. Your eyes fluttered back open and the look of hunger on Draco’s face had become more evident than before.
He brushes his lips against yours before placing a small kiss on the corner of your lips. You couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your face when he started kissing down your cheek and to your jaw, nipping gently. Your breathing was coming out in pants, your hands coming up to hold onto Draco’s shoulders. Your nails dug in when he started sucking and you let out a moan when his teeth grazed your sweet spot.
You’d expected him to go for it right there, but a whimper left you when he only continued to suck harshly on the spot. Draco had completely forgotten about feeding due to all of your noises. He couldn’t help but want to make you feel even better. His tongue flicker over your sensitive skin and you pulled him even closer.
“Draco.” You whined when he started sucking below your ear.
He hummed against your skin, kissing his way back down your neck, and that’s when he froze. His nose was brushing right against your pulse and the hunger seemed to hit him full force. His heart started racing, and he almost ran out of the room. He never wanted to feed on anybody, yet here he was about to sink his teeth in your neck. He wanted to run, but he couldn’t get himself to move, instead he held you tighter and pulled you closer. Without another though he let his instincts take over.
“Oh Merlin.” You cried out when his teeth broke skin and he held you in a death grip.
Your head lolled back as a moan escaped you, and Draco let out a small possessive growl while he continued to suck greedily. Despite his grip on you, your toes were curling at the feeling that was going through your entire body. Your breathing was coming out irregular, whimpers leaving you when he seemed to bite harder.
“Draco.” You mumbled when you felt yourself become lightheaded. Your hand limply came up to grab his hair, and you gave it an unsuccessful tug that was merely you running your fingers through his hair before you held on. “Draco.” You whined, trying to move out from under him, only to earn you being pulled closer. “Draco stop.” You pleaded, and he finally seemed to hear you.
“I’m sorry.” He breathed heavily, pulling away from you, looking down at you with a guilty look on his face. “I got carried away I guess.” He rubbed the back of his neck, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“It was your first time, it’s okay.” You explained, letting your hand lazily come up and wipe the blood that was falling down the corner of his mouth. “You’ll just have to practice.” You whispered, your eyes going wide when he pulled your thumb into his mouth and licked the blood clean.
“Yeah… practice.” Draco nodded and pulled you in for a small kiss before he stood up. “Get your rest. I’ll bring you something to eat and drink.” He kissed your forehead gently before leaving your room without another word.
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Summary: Winter holiday gets a bit interesting in the Slytherin common room
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“Y/N.” Draco smiled walking over to you. You felt trapped under his gaze and all you could do was stand there staring, wishing you could have seen him any other time than while you just woke up and were brushing your teeth. “For a while I started to think you’d gone home for the holiday.” He explained when he reached you, his thumb coming up to wipe the toothpaste that was about to fall from your chin. “Here.” He smiled, holding his cup out for you, making your eyes go wide and you shook your head.
No way were you going to embarrass yourself any further by spitting in the cup right in front of him. You tried to walk around him, but his hand holding your upper arm stopped you.
“I’m not letting you go back into hiding.” He gave your bottom lip a nudge with the lip of the cup. You scrunched your nose up and shook your head, pushing the cup away with your chin. “Oh come on Y/N. It’s just toothpaste.” Draco sighed making your jaw clench. He kept eye contact with you while you finally let the toothpaste in your mouth dribble out into the cup, and you couldn’t help the embarrassed blush that was surely painting itself over your entire body.
“Happy?” You quipped once it was all out. “Draco?” You breathed out his name in a question when his thumb cleaned the corners of your mouth. “What are you doing?” You asked, taking a step back when he finally let your arm go.
“I wanted to talk to you.” Draco explained, and you nodded so he could continue. “I wasn’t going to be here for the holiday.” He started, making your eyebrows knit together. “But I know that you never go home during holidays because your parents always hang around mine and you’re never there.” He continued making you feel like you were punched in the gut.
“What’s your point?” You crossed your arms, pinching your elbow to keep your cool.
“So I decided to stay to talk to you.” He explained and you sighed.
“About?” You asked, digging your nails into your skin. Your parents weren’t ever something you liked talking about. The fact Draco pointed out the only reason they don’t want you home is because they don’t want you around the other pureblood families was definitely hitting a nerve.
“Your letter.” He answered making you nod.
“What about my letter?” You asked, trying to have him get to the point. You felt like you’d been standing there for longer than needed for the short conversation that hadn’t seemed to go anywhere just yet.
“Well.” Draco started, taking a step closer causing you to stumble back a step. “Maybe about what you said.” He continued. “You know… about my eyes.” He smiled, staring at you. You couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip in anticipation, you stared into them against your better judgement, your death grip on your arm loosening just at the sight of them. “Are you getting lost in them right now?” He smirked, and you felt like someone had just thrown an ice cold water right in your face. You blinked and averted your eyes, your grip on your arm tightening once more.
“No.” You muttered, shifting your weight to your other foot.
“Come on Y/N, it was a joke.” Draco explained, grabbing your chin softly, turning your head so you could look at him. “I wanted to apologise for what Parkison di-” He started and you scoffed already having had enough. You didn’t let him finish, and you smacked his hand off of your chin.
“I don’t need your pity Malfoy.” You seethed, your eyes narrowing. “Just because Parkinson did what she did. You shouldn’t apologize for her. That’s not your job and it doesn’t change anything, and I don’t appreciate you leading me on to get your kicks.” You pulled away, walking in the direction back to your room.
This continued for the whole week. Draco would find you and corner you when you were least expecting it, trying to catch you off guard. Lucky for you, you had some sense to start carrying your wand around with you even in the common room. You weren’t ashamed to say you used a few spells to knock Draco on his ass to give you time to escape into the comforts of your room. He would and could have gone in after you if he really wanted to, but you both knew he wasn’t going to deny you the comfort of your room. He’d finally had enough when you sat at the opposite end of the great hall, and when you got up he followed.
“Y/N wait!” Draco called after you but you only walked faster, hoping you got to your room before he could get to you. “Y/N please!” He tried again but you still ignored him. “Petrificus Totalus!” Draco called out and you cursed to yourself when you couldn’t take another step.
He was in for it once he let you go. You wanted to shake your head, but you could, only being able to roll your eyes. You heard his footsteps coming up behind you, and when he finally came into view, you tried your best to glare at him even though you could only move your eyes.
“I know you’re mad, but you wouldn’t let me talk to you any other way.” He explained, and all you did was blink in response. “I’m sorry Y/N, really. Parkinson shouldn’t have read your letter to me, and she shouldn’t have spoken to you that way.” He continued, making you roll your eyes. You wanted to say so many things, itching to grab your wand and send him flying to the other side of the hall. “I really liked your letter.” He continued making your eyes go wide. “Don’t look so surprised.” He laughed shaking his head.
You wanted to ask so many things now that you knew he liked it. Did he like you back? Was he just saying he liked it but didn’t feel the same? What were you going to say later if he says he likes you back? What would you do if he said he didn’t?
“Y/N calm down. Your eyes are going to pop out of your head.” Draco explained making your eyes focus back on him. “I just wanted to say that I like you too, you know. I have for a while. All the things Parkinson said wasn’t true. I even asked your father for permission to date you two years ago.” Draco rambled, and your jaw would have hit the floor if it hadn’t been for the fact that you were stuck in place. “Okay…” He whispered, patting your hand before walking away leaving you stuck for a minute before you finally were able to move your legs.
The first thing you did was try and find him, but no matter where you went he seemed to be nowhere in sight. You even tried going to the common room but there was no sign that he had been there since that morning. With a frustrated groan you sat on the steps of the common room after a few rounds around what felt like the whole school. You dragged yourself to the couch, letting yourself rest your head on the armrest. You were going to wait until he got back even if you had to stay all night.
“Y/N wake up.” You heard while you were being shaken slightly. It hadn’t felt slightly, you almost jumped out of your skin when you felt hands on you. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me.” Draco’s voice filled your ears when you felt his hands cup your face. You blinked a few times before he came into focus, and you finally pushed him away from you.
“You scared me!” You exclaimed, your hand still over your chest.
“I’m sorry.” He laughed, while he watched you sit up. “I know the couch isn’t that comfortable. I just wanted to make sure you went to your room.” He explained before his eyebrows knitted together. “Why are you sleeping here anyway?” He asked, making you sigh and stretch.
“Well I was waiting for you.” You mumbled, rubbing your neck. “Thank you.” You smiled softly when his fingers took over and he rubbed your neck for you. “You like me?” You asked softly, looking over to him.
“Yes I do.” He nodded and turned you to face him. “We can get back at Parkinson when she comes back if you want.” Draco explained and you blushed.
“I took care of it.” You admitted sheepishly, and Draco gave you a questioning look. “I may have left a few things in her dorm for her to come back to…” You smirked, biting your lip to hold yourself from laughing. “All I’ll say is she’ll be very itchy and walk into a horrible smell.” You smiled, patting his chest with your hand before kissing his cheek softly.
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Requested: i saw this show where someone read this guys love letter to his crush out loud, and i thought it was a good idea to maybe have pansy read readers love letter for draco and she embarasses her?
Warnings: embarrassed reader, Pansy being a bitch
A/N: I would have done any reader but them being from the same house worked better (especially for part two)
Summary: When your letter gets into the wrong hands, you wish you never set foot on platform 9 ¾
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You were tired of keeping it to yourself after all these years. There was something that you had to do, and with winter break coming you thought it was a good time to do it. It was to your knowledge that Draco was going to be going home for the holiday for once, and you were finally finding the courage to get your feelings out there one way or another. You knew there was no way Draco would share your feelings, but if you didn’t tell him now, you would never forgive yourself. Making your way into the Slytherin common room, you sat down on the table and pulled out the first clear piece of parchment you could find, grabbing your quill and ink before getting to work.
“What is that?” Pansy’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, making you jump and quickly shove the paper into your notebook.
“Nothing.” You quickly sputtered out, standing up and grabbing your things before making your way to your room.
You heard her mutter behind you, but you weren’t going to stop, wanting everything you wrote on the paper to be kept a secret. Shoving your bag under your bed you let yourself take in a deep breath. Somehow it felt safer for you to have your belongings under your bed, and you allowed yourself to calm down fully. Getting ready for bed you pushed the swarming thoughts of just how Draco would take your letter to the back of your mind. You mumbled a good night to your dormmates when you crawled into bed, and you hoped that tomorrow would go smoothly.
“No, no, no.” You muttered to yourself, rummaging through your bag for the letter you’d written the night before.
“Y/N. I’d get in the common room if I were you.” Blaise’s voice came from your open door making you spin around. “It’s Parkinson.” Was all he said before he walked away making you dash out.
You almost tripped your way into the common room, pushing past everyone who was getting in the way before you stopped dead in your tracks. The flimsy piece of parchment you had used the night before was in Pansy’s hand, and she was headed straight for Draco. You wanted to run over and snatch it from her, but your feet seemed to be glued to the ground.
“Draco look at this.” Pansy all but snorted waving the paper around making your stomach twist in knots. “Draco, ever since first year I haven’t been able to forget about your blue eyes. Over the years I’ve been able to see you grow and I can’t help but smile when they twinkle when you’re happy or get lost in them whenever you look at me. I know you don’t like me, but I couldn’t stand keeping it to myself anymore. Sincerely Y/N.” Pansy mocked your voice making you cringe at the words you once thought were sweet but now thought sounded a bit weird. Pansy’s laugh pulled you back in and you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole when the next words came from her mouth. “You can even see where she scribbled out love.” She wheezed, pointing at the spot and showing Draco making your eyes squeeze shut.
“Let me see.” Draco explained, almost not believing her while he reached out, taking the note from her hands. There was no denying it was your handwriting, you both were partners in many of your classes over the years and he could pick your writing out of a line of them all.
“And here she is!” Pansy exclaimed walking over to you. “The pathetic lovestruck Y/N.” Pansy teased, walking closer by the second. “You really think Draco would like someone like you?” Pansy laughed in your face, making you stumble back when she took a step closer. You opened your mouth to say something but she continued. “Just because you’re a pureblood doesn’t mean he’ll like you. No one here even knows how you got sorted into Slytherin. You’re a pathetic excuse for one.” Pansy spat in your face making you flinch.
The tears welled in your eyes blurring your vision, and you couldn’t stop yourself from looking over at Draco. He looked just as shocked as you, and he looked at you with sympathy. You wanted to laugh at yourself. You knew he wouldn’t feel the same way, and now he was going to give you pity.
“The only reason you’re a Slytherin is because of your family. They must be embarrassed by you.” Pansy pulled your gaze back to her and away from Draco. You were pushed back against the table, Pansy only a step away while she sneered. “Too coward to tell him to his face? Or did you not want to be rejected to your ugly rotten-” Pansy continued, leaning closer with each word making you lean back away from her before she was cut off.
“Leave her alone Parkinson. You’ve done enough.” Draco explained pulling her away from you. You tried to let out the breath you were holding, but a sob took its place making you cover your mouth. “Y/N…” Draco trailed turning back to you, but all you could do was run out the door.
You managed to avoid him the entire day, switching seats with people so you wouldn’t get stuck sitting next to him. You even begged Hermione to let you hide out in the Gryffindor common room, although you know you could’ve asked someone from the other houses and they would’ve helped. You managed this until the winter holiday, somehow keeping it a secret from Snape that you hadn’t been sleeping in the Slytherin dorms, but the truth came out when he came to get everyone the morning they were leaving and realized you weren’t in your dorm. You didn’t care, knowing you’d have the common room to yourself the entire holiday anyway.
You spent the morning taking your things from the Gryffindor common room back into the Slytherin one with Hermione’s help and you thanked her for letting you stay with her. You wished you could’ve hung out with her during the break, but since she was going home you were going to be stuck with your thoughts instead. You threw yourself onto your bed before everyone left, staring up at the ceiling in thought. There was no denying that you were still thinking about what happened with Draco. You felt stupid now that you thought about the letter that was probably somewhere in the garbage. With a groan you shoved your face into your pillows, letting everyone’s footsteps be the only thing you heard and thought about, drifting off to the white noise it created.
When you woke up it was because of the sun shining directly into your face from the window. With half the day gone you knew everyone was long gone by now, and you finally found the courage to leave your room. Grabbing your toothbrush you spread toothpaste on it before shoving it in your mouth, brushing silently while you walked into the common room. Humming to yourself you walked over to the fireplace and grabbed your wand, turning it on while you continued brushing. You left out a sigh when you realized you’d have to go back to the restroom sooner than you thought to finish brushing your teeth. You let your hips sway slightly as you continued to hum, and the sound of a stifled laugh caused you to spin around.
“Draco!” You breathed out, seeing the boy sitting at the table with a smirk on his face. You couldn’t help but blush while he looked you up and down, toothpaste dribbling out the corner of your mouth from when you spoke.
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summary;after spending the night of the yule ball with renowned slytherin, draco malfoy, you catch his eye at breakfast. the boy seems to be hell-bent on seeing into your thoughts, and so you let him — but now you think he might’ve seen too much.
word count; 1kgive or take a few words maybe like exactly 23 idk i don’t have specifics
content;use of legilimency and occlumency, sexual themes, choking if you use a magnifying glass, i really came for draco’s childhood trauma + mental issues… my apologies, mentions of love (gross but also will they,won’t they?).
a/n; this is a rewrite of “last night”, something shitty i made ages ago !! anyway absolutely brilliant title god my mind is so powerful ugh </3 food ??? breakfast. for ??? thought??? occlumency, legilimency !!! i’m so sorry, i rewrote pretty much every word(including this authors note, is it that obvious?) at 5:30 am, it’s not amazing, but i’m sleep deprived and on my period so safe to say i did tear up for absolutely no reason.
you and draco both said that you’d never speak of what ensued in his dormitory the night of the yule ball. and you obliged. and you both swore it would never happen again. and you nodded your head. it was a mutual, meaningful agreement, and post-orgasm, it had seemed like a brilliant idea. no consequences, no ties between you two, being from different houses.
but it was extremely difficult to stick to your word when your legs still ached from the night before.
and his breathy groans, hot air fanning over your ear as he railed into you senselessly, wouldn’t push out of your mind.
and the bruises trailing down from your neck to your waistline were constant reminders of his tongue tracing over them, blowing on them, teasing you to all hell.
every time you blinked, the images flashed beneath your eyelids.
every time you inhaled, you missed his hand squeezing over your throat, restricting air.
and merlin, any slight brush against your own skin made you jump, thinking of his body on yours, skin on skin, sweat, clammy hands, your arched back, the veins in his hands, his jaw, his collarbones.
in the great hall, you made your way to your table for breakfast alone, and gnawed at your bottom lip while playing around with the food on your plate, famished, yet still so full of racing thoughts and fresh memories. his hands on your thighs, the way he sighed your name, your nails digging into his back, leaving little crescent moons over it, and his shoulders, and his hips, too. again and again and again.
looking up from your plate to scan the empty room, your eyes met draco’s ones, his irises a stormy grey, pupils dilated, and you inhaled sharply, looking away. you’d gotten up early, as if it would stop suspicion rising if you seemed like you hadn’t had a long night. it seemed as if he’d done that too, sat alone just the same.
merlin, you could feel the burn of his gaze, it made your body freeze and your cheeks heat up. he was looking right at you, right into you. you could feel it, the thumping at your temple that wouldn’t cease, the throbbing behind your eyelids. he was attempting to penetrate into your thoughts.
as if he hadn’t penetrated enough of you within the twenty-four hours, for fucks sake.
in need of a distraction, you turned your attention to the fork still lazily dancing across your plate, the cold handle twirling beneath your fingertips. it didn’t feel fair, what he’d done to you. turning you into a mess, mind hazy. giving you a taste, then taking it away immediately, albeit that being exactly what you’d agreed on. and although he really had given you absolutely everything the night before (or rather, this morning), it still felt like a neverending tease, with all that need careening through your veins.
swallowing harshly, you straightened up in your seat, pulling at the hem of your skirt, playing with a loose, dark thread. christ, he was still trying. the headache never seemed to stop, so persistent, so demanding, a feeling you knew well through conversations with dumbledore. but this headache clouded your mind, unforgiving, begging to be let through. it wasn’t asking for permission.
looking up once again, keeping your body still and your breath steady, you stared right back. taught ruthlessly by your grandmother, you’d always kept your mind shut from peering intruders. yet he was so fearlessly determined that you could feel it through his magic, snaking its way right through you, searching for any slight weaknesses in your armour. a strand of white hair fell over his forehead as he tilted his head slightly, jaw clenching. he wasn’t giving up.
draco malfoy always had something to prove. he was always so sure of his own success, so much to the point of insecurity, of doubt. it was a troubling mix of brashness, arrogance, and cowardice sprouting from the child rooted deep inside him, desperate for assurance and acceptance.
but it wasn’t your pity that led you to allow him to break through.
it was your need for him to know something you weren’t so sure you could admit verbally. you were thinking of him. that was all.
so, you stared straight into the silver of his eyes and let him right in.
his hands digging into your hips. the sheen of sweat over his entire body, glistening. the faint bruises he left on your wrists. you begging him to go harder.
him obliging.
his eyes were clouded over, as if in a trance, flitting through your memories.
but using legilimency was as much a curse as it was a blessing. because he could feel everything you felt too. the lust, the want, the pain filtering through the pleasure. and he could feel every little thing you’d noticed about him; the mole above his left knee, and the other on his waist, and the few freckles beneath his eyes, and the scar he had just above his eyebrow that you’d never really noticed until you’d tipsily placed wet kisses over his hairline.
for what felt like hours, you let him in, until he decided he’d had enough.
he was blinking quickly, brows furrowed, pale cheeks now flushed pink. he clumsily stood up from the slytherin table, pushing aside his plate of food, and stormed, flustered, out of the room, much like the boy who’d kissed you the night before. all tongue and teeth, all desperation, all emotion. but it was just for the one night. that was all.
and you felt foolish.
because you realised, he’d felt everything.
that in those moments, you thought you might’ve even loved him.
the boy, all tongue, and teeth, and hands, all pale skin, all desperation. it was certainly something entirely worthy of love.
Harry potter was afraid of heights. He used to love the feeling of being above everything, sitting on top of the Dursleys’ house , the wind in his face, blowing away every worry he had. He loved it even more when he discovered quidditch, the rush of flying was indescribable, it used to thrill him every single time he rose up to the sky.
But slowly, heights became something like a taboo. The escape from privet drive, Hedwig dying, Moody dying. The astronomy tower, Dumbledore dying. The numerous escapades during the horcrux hunt on brooms (and dragons), more people dying.
He wasn’t scared of the heights, he was scared of what the heights brought, death mainly (nightmares too). No one commented on his reluctance to play quidditch after the war, or on the fact that he stopped doing his daily laps around the pitch. When he graduated, there were questions asking if he would pursue a professional quidditch career, he denied all of the offers, choosing to take a few years off with his boyfriend Draco.
His Husband Draco, he corrected himself with a contempt smirk on his face. Draco was the one beautiful thing he had with life for a long time. After the war, they depended so heavily on each other that it raised many eyebrows, but Harry didn’t carry he loved Draco with everything he had.
He turned his head over to face Draco, absorbing the absolute beauty that is his. Today was the second to last day on their honeymoon before they would go back to magical Britain and take up their promised positions as professors at Hogwarts. Today was also the day that Draco had taken up full responsibility for planning, not that he didn’t plan the days before as well, but today he insisted on it, refusing to let Harry in on any of the details.
Musing on what his husband could be up to, he absently traced his fingers along the spine of Draco’s, slowly rousing him to begin their day together.
He was excited for today, and Draco took forever to get ready.
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It was around two when Draco gave his odd request of blindfolding him, he obliged, of course, the morning was spent perfectly already and he couldn’t wait to see what else Draco had planned. He happily allowed Draco to tie the blindfold around his eyes and apparate him away.
Instantly, something in him shifted, it was as if the location had triggered a warning system inside of him. The wind in his face, the unsteadiness in his footing, he was way above ground and he did not like it one bit.
He could feel his blindfold being slowly taken off as Draco came to wrap his arms around him, steadying him. His suspicions were proven to be correct as he surveyed his environment around him.
A thin bridge connected the two mountains, beneath it a beautiful blue lagoon flowed peacefully. He appreciated the view very much so, but as he saw someone plummeting to the water from the bridge, he immediately reached towards his wand to cast an arresto momentum.
Before the spell could come out of his mouth, he felt his husband’s hand on his, as he whispered into his ears, “wait.”
He obliged his husband, hoping that there wouldn’t be any death today, Draco wouldn’t let someone die…right?
Focusing on the person instead of the memories that come with the situation, he realized that there was a rope tied around their feet. Was this some weird muggle torture devise invented when he was in the wizarding world?
Why did Draco bring him here? Didn’t he know he hated heights? They were on their honeymoon for god’s sake!
And then it all clicked, it was a bungy jump. Something that he had long crossed off his bucket list once fifth year ended, his eyes zeroed in on the sign on his right, the Bloukrans Bridge, Western Cape, South Africa.
Draco loosened his grip on his arms once he realized that the statue was not going to be broken and shifted on his feet nervously.
“Why…did you bring us here?”
“The war took something away from you and replaced it with fear. Harry you love flying. Don’t give me that look I know you do. And the war took that away from you, Remember how we used to have seeker matches on the pitch and… I’m not going to force you if you don’t want to but I know you miss flying… and I know you can bring yourself to go up…and so this is me offering to do it together…conquering your childhood dreams and your teenage nightmares?”
And he was right, Draco was always right. Harry longed to fly again, he longed to fly again without the screams plaguing him. And maybe this was the way?
“I know it may seem it be sudden, the whole plunging towards the water affair… but I thought we could approach this Gryffindor-style, you know? Going all in without regard for absolutely anything? Your style?”
Harry smirked at the subtle jab at him.
“There’s even a couple packages if you’re up for it?”
Shakily, Harry took Draco’s hand and pulled him to the counter, signing them up for the highest jump of them all.
“That one Harry? Are you sure your frail heart can take that?”
