pairing: draco malfoy x reader word count:2,2k request: Could you write a imagine with Draco based on the song be my mistake - the 1975? I love your writing btw! summary: to draco, you were nothing but a mistake. a/n: i ABSOLUTELY love this request and song . as i’m in a very very similar situation, this was fairly easy to write. i did get a little emotional writing this ,,, so i hope u guys enjoy :’) <3 warnings: cheating, slight smut, mention of smut
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You could stare into his eyes forever. Something about him got you mesmerized, the way his ice blue eyes would sparkle whenever he did something he enjoyed, and the way his lanky finger would play with his silver rings that fit his fingers so perfectly; he never failed to make you weak at the knees. Your fingers intertwined perfectly with his and it was almost like your hands were made to run through his blond hair. You and Draco Malfoy had known each other for years now, and you two had been fooling around for as long as you could remember. It all started off innocently, just seeing each other to enjoy each other’s company. But Draco, later on, became your first everything. Your first kiss, the one who took your virginity, and most importantly; your first love.
You and Draco never really established what your relationship was. As you two grew older, you would start seeing each other purely because of the sex and nothing else. Except, to you, it meant everything. You had fallen head over heels with the taller boy, thinking about him every night and day; wanting to spend every single second with him. But you could tell Draco didn’t feel the same way towards you. The only time you saw him, besides class, was late at night when he would ask you to meet him outside of your common room. You knew it was nothing but him wanting to have sex, but it didn’t matter to you. As long as you got to spend time with him, you were happy.
Even though you knew he wasn’t in love with you like you were with him, your heart broke when he got a girlfriend. He met her at the end of the sixth year, and you were now approaching the end of your seventh year. You expected your relationship with Draco to end when he met her, but to your surprise, it didn’t. Even after the two of them got together, he would still come knocking at your dorm room, falling asleep next to you almost every night. He said it was because she just didn’t pleasure him the way you did, and even though you knew it was wrong, you couldn’t help it.
‘’I’m just going to use the restroom,’’ You shouted to your friend, placing the glass you were holding in your hand on the table in front of you. As you were soon graduating from Hogwarts, a couple of Slytherins had decided to throw a party to celebrate. Of course, you had decided to go, bringing your friend with you, in hopes that you would see him. To your disappointment, you hadn’t seen him for the whole night. You had been there for a couple of hours now and you were slowly getting bored of the party; your only intention being to see him. You quickly stood up, feeling a little dizzy from all the drinks, making your way through the crowd.
You let out a sigh as you entered the empty room, the music slowly fading away as you got further and further away. You looked at yourself in one of the mirrors, touching up your hair using your hands. As you looked down at your bag you were now holding in your hands, searching for a brush, you heard someone enter the room. Suddenly, you felt a pair of lanky arms wrap around your waist; making you jump. ‘’Hello there,’’ Someone whispered into your ear, nuzzling their face into your shoulder. You quickly looked up at the mirror in front of you again, your whole body relaxing when you realized who it was. ‘’Hello there Draco,’’ You chuckled, your stomach immediately being filled with butterflies as you spotted his blond hair. ‘’You look absolutely stunning tonight Y/N,’’ He mumbled as he pressed a sloppy kiss against your neck, making you slightly tilt your head as you watched him in the mirror. His hands slowly made his way from your waist to your hips, stroking your body using his hands. ‘’I love this dress on you.’’ He mumbled again, pressing another sloppy kiss at the crook of your neck.
Truth was, you had only chosen that specific dress to get a reaction out of him. You smiled as a small blush spread across your cheeks, knowing your plan had worked. You could tell he was drunk, his words being slightly slurred and his hands getting closer to your breasts. His big hands slowly grabbed them, massaging them lightly as he continued to kiss down your neck. You let out a gasp as you turned around, playfully pushing him off you. ‘’Draco!’’ You let out, him stumbling back as he tried to regain his balance. ‘’I’m sorry, you just look too good,’’ He let out, throwing his hand into the air in defense. You let out a laugh as he got closer to you again, a small smile plastered on his lips. He slowly put his hands on your waist again, pulling you closer. You looked up at him as you placed your hands on his chest. ‘’What if someone sees us?’’ You whispered, his eyes scanning your body.
‘’Don’t worry,’’ He mumbled as he leaned down to press a kiss on your neck, your hands leaving his chest as you wrapped them around his neck. ‘’She’s already left.’’ The words made your heart drop, you had completely forgotten about her for a split moment. His touch made you forget the world around you, slipping into your own world. He looked up at you, his eyes glossy as he looked down at your lips. You looked up at him, pulling down using your hands. He pressed his lips against yours, you could taste the alcohol on them but you didn’t mind. You felt one of his hands traveling down your back, grabbing your ass. You let out a small moan as he smirked into the kiss. ‘’How about we leave?’’ He whispered, making you nod as he smacked your ass, making you gasp once again.
Since everyone was too busy partying, no one noticed you and Draco sneaking into his dorm. As soon as he closed the door, his lips were attached to yours once again. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss, placing one hand on your waist and using the other one to lock the door behind you. He pressed you against the door, you could feel the bulge in his pants growing as he pressed himself against you. You loved the effect you had on him, knowing no one else could do this to him; not even his own girlfriend. ‘’You really thought you could get away with wearing that, huh?’’ Draco mumbled into the kiss, making you slightly moan as one of your hands found their way to his hair, slightly pulling at it. He pulled away, inhaling as the kiss left both of you gasping for air. You looked at him for a second before smashing your lips against his once again. This time, it was rougher.
His hands pulled at the material of your dress, desperately trying to pull you closer to him. ‘’This dress needs to come off, now,’’ He grunted as he broke the kiss. His hands slowly made their way towards the back of your dress, playing with the zipper. But before he got the chance to pull the zipper down, you grabbed his hands. ‘’Draco, you’re drunk,’’ You mumbled, making him take his eyes off your body as his eyes met yours instead. ‘’C’mon Y/N, I need you so bad,’’ He groaned as his lips found their way back to your neck. You chuckled as you grabbed his cheeks, pulling him back up so he was once again facing you. ‘’As much as I want that, it’s not right,’’ You said with a small smile on your lips.
He looked down at you, furrowing his eyebrows. ‘’Why not? You know how good I could please you,’’ He continued, snatching his head away from your grip; his lips once again meeting your neck. This time, he was slightly sucking on the sensitive skin. As much as you wanted him to continue, you just couldn’t let it happen. ‘’Draco,’’ You let out in a stern voice, once again pulling him away from you. He looked down at you in confusion, licking his lips. ‘’It’s not fair. Not to her,’’ You mumbled. As soon as the words left your lips, Draco let out a groan in annoyance, taking his hands off your waist as he shook his head. ‘’How many times do I have to tell you? She won’t know!’’ He let out, making you regret your words. ‘’But it’s still not right,’’ You whispered, looking away from the taller boy; too scared to maintain eye contact. You could hear him sigh as he walked past you, making you turn around.
There was a long silence. You watched him place his hands over his eyes as he sat down on his bed, rubbing them. ‘’You love her, don’t you?’’ You blurted out. He looked up at you, confusion plastered on his face. ‘’Of course I do.’’ He answered, not taking his eyes off you. ‘’What is this then?’’ You asked, your voice starting to tremble as you spoke. He let out another sigh in annoyance, you could tell he was getting angrier. ‘’Look,’’ He muttered as he slowly stood up once again. ‘’You make me hard,’’ He chuckled as he slowly got closer to you. You watched him carefully. ‘’But she makes me weak.’’
The words stabbed you in the heart. You felt like the world came crashing down as the words left his lips, causing you to take a deep breath. You slowly shook your head, looking down at your feet. ‘’I think this was a mistake,’’ You mumbled, trying your best to hold the tears that were now burning behind your eyelids. ‘’Don’t be silly, Y/N,’’ Draco groaned, placing one of his hands on your cheek. You quickly snatched his hand away, looking back up at him. He stared at you for a moment, his expression empty; taken aback. ‘’Then be my mistake.’’ He let out after a short silence. The whole situation was so ironic, making you chuckle as you shook your head. ‘’No.’’ You said shortly, the tears threatening to fall down your cheek any second. ‘’I shouldn’t have asked you to come.’’ He muttered as he shook his head, turning around once again as he walked towards his bed. You watched him as he took his shirt off, throwing it across the room before he got into bed; pulling the sheets over his lanky body. You watched him turn around, quickly wiping your eyes dry before he could see that you were crying. ‘’Can you at least spend the night?’’
A small smile formed on your lips as you slowly walked towards the bed, sitting down. His back was facing you, your eyes scanning his body. Counting the birthmarks that were splattered all over his back, counting them just like you had done many nights before. There was always the same amount, 7, to be exact. You carefully laid down next to him, turning around you so were facing his back. You slowly wrapped your arm around his waist, trying to pull yourself closer to him. But the boy quickly wiggled out of your grip, making your arm fall down your side again. ‘’I don’t want to hug, I just want to sleep.’’ He muttered, his back still facing you.
You felt the tears well up behind your eyelids once again, shutting your eyes shut as you laid there in silence. You decided it was best not to say anything and just let him go to sleep. You knew this was the last time you would get to spend time with Draco this way, your heart aching as the thought entered your mind. A tear dropped down your cheek, doing your best to hold the sobs back. You let the tears stream down your cheeks as soon as you heard him lightly snoring in front of you, knowing he was asleep. You turned around so you were laying on your back, staring at the ceiling.
You didn’t sleep that night. The heartbreak kept you awake all night, not that it mattered anyways because you knew you had to get up early so you could leave before everyone woke up. You left early, earlier than usual that morning, not even looking Dracos way one last time as you left his dorm. You knew that if you did, you would just break down crying. But as soon as you entered the halls and couldn’t smell his fragrance anymore, you felt your heart break into a million pieces. You hurried down the halls, tears leaving your eyes as you tried your best to hold the sobs back just like you had done a couple of hours earlier.
That night was the last time Draco came looking for you late at night; both of you knew it was over. There was nothing left to say or do. The next day you watched how they walked down the halls, hand in hand, laughing. When he walked past you, not even looking your way; that was when you realized it was over. That was when you realized you were nothing but a mistake to him, and it absolutely killed you inside. The feeling of his rough lips pressed against your skin and his fingertips lingering over your bare thighs still remained, leaving you heart broken.
pairing: draco malfoy x reader word count: 2,7k summary: things suddenly change when your friend, draco, meets someone new. a/n: part 2 of this imagine !! enjoy <3
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You hadn’t spoken to Draco in weeks. After he left you standing alone in one of the halls, feeling confused and heartbroken, you couldn’t find the courage to even look in his direction. He slowly started going to the classes you two shared, blaming his absence on ‘more important stuff’. People had been talking about why he hadn’t been attending some classes, some even asked you about it. But no one ever questioned him, everyone just went along with it and eventually just let go of the topic. You on the other hand, just couldn’t let go.
You were still utterly heartbroken. Sure, it had gotten easier being around him without your heart completely breaking or feeling like you were about to burst into tears any second. But the heartbreak always came lingering back at the end of the day, tears escaping your eyes as soon as you laid down in your bed where no one could see you. Hermione had been the first one to find you in the hallways, immediately spotting you crying while looking for you so the two of you could walk each other to class. That day, she swore that she would kill Malfoy one day. As soon as you told Ron and Harry about it, they swore that they would hex him next time they saw him. It took a while for you to talk them out of it, but eventually, you succeeded; even though it took a lot of convincing.
To your surprise, the heartbreak had led you to a new friendship. You had never interacted with Cedric Diggory during your time at Hogwarts even though you two shared a lot of classes together, until now. ‘’I don’t know what to do,’’ You complained, running your hands through your hair as you let out a sigh of annoyance. ‘’There’s no way I’m going to pass this class.’’ You said as Hermione hummed. ‘’Don’t say that,’’ She said, placing her hand on your shoulder. ‘’Why don’t you ask someone to help you out?’’ She asked, tilting her head. ‘’Like who? You’re too busy, Ron absolutely sucks at this subject and I know Harry is too busy as well,’’ You let out, throwing your hands in the air. Hermione looked around the room, scanning the students. ‘’I’ve heard Cedric is quite good at this class.’’ She eventually said, her eyes finding their way back to you.
After that, you and Cedric became friends. He was more than happy to help you, and eventually, the friendship turned into more than just him helping you study. He would sit with you during breakfast, walk you to all your classes, he would even wait for you after his classes just so he could walk you back to your dorm. But even though he was an amazing friend, you hated to admit the fact that he was nothing but a replacement. Sure, he did all the things Draco would do, but it just wasn’t the same thing. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t let go of him. And you hated yourself for it.
Today was no different. You walked out of your class, already knowing Cedric would be waiting for you just around the corner. A smile formed on your lips as you spotted the dark-haired boy leaning against the wall, his eyes scanning the hallways. A big smile formed on his lips as he spotted you as well, walking towards you. ‘’Hello there Y/N,’’ He greeted you as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you into a warm hug. You wrapped one of your arms around his neck, the other one holding your books. ‘’Hello Cedric,’’ You let out, holding onto him tightly. ‘’Do you mind me helping you out with those?’’ He asked as he pulled away from the hug, looking down at the books you were holding in your arms. ‘’Please.’’ You laughed as you handed him your books. He gave you a warm smile as you started walking down the halls.
You had to admit, Cedric was attractive. You knew every girl at Hogwarts thought the exact same thing, some girls had even tried giving him a potion that would make him fall in love with them. The first time Cedric told you about it, you couldn’t help but laugh. Who could blame them? He had everything a girl could possibly want. An amazing smile, his piercing eyes, and a charming personality. Yet, you just couldn’t let yourself fall for him. Any girl would fall head over heels for him if they were in your position, but you just couldn’t do it. Somewhere in your mind, the thought of Draco one day coming back to you still lingered and it was absolutely crushing you.
The yellow scarf was hanging from his neck, complimenting his skin tone. His cheeks were slightly red from the cold, causing you to assume he had been waiting outside your classroom for quite some time. The school would get quite cold during the winter, the cold air easily slipping through the cracks of the walls causing you to shiver. ‘’Are you cold?’’ You asked, looking up at your friend. ‘’Can you tell?’’ He laughed as he placed one of his hands on his cheek, making you laugh. He smiled at you, not taking his eyes off you. ‘’Hey Y/N,’’ He let out after a short silence, slowing down. ‘’Yeah?’’ You replied, raising one of your eyebrows as you waited for him to continue his sentence. ‘’Who are you going with?’’ He asked as he stopped walking completely. ‘’To the ball, I mean.’’ He continued. You let out a small chuckle, shaking your head. ‘’No one has asked me yet,’’ You answered, knowing it was a lie. The truth was that the person you wanted to ask you hadn’t asked you yet. ‘’Well in that case, would you like to go with me?’’
The question made you raise both your eyebrows as you stared at the boy in front of you. He stared back at you, waiting for an answer. You inhaled the cold air as you looked away from his gaze for a second, thinking about the question. You knew Draco wasn’t going to ask you. The hope slowly faded away as you looked back at your friend, a smile forming on your lips. ‘’There is no one I’d rather go with, Cedric,’’ You said, a big smile immediately forming on his lips. He was quick to wrap his arms around you, pulling you into another warm hug. You let out a giggle as you hugged him back, closing your eyes. It was time to let go.
The word spread around Hogwarts faster than you could’ve imagined. The next morning when you walked into the Great Hall to eat breakfast, all eyes were on you. You looked around in confusion, quickly spotting Cedric sitting at the Hufflepuff table. He was sitting with his friends, all of them eventually spotting you as well. As soon as they saw you, they started tugging at Cedric; then it hit you. A blush crept up on your cheeks as you quickly looked away, realizing they must’ve heard that he was taking you to the Yule Ball. Your eyes scanned the room, suddenly locking with a pair of grey ones.
Your heart stopped beating for a second. The blond boy was staring at you from across the room, an empty expression on his face. This was the first time in weeks you had actually seen Draco like this and you were not expecting it to happen any time soon, especially not now. You took a deep breath as you quickly looked away, tears filling your eyes as your heart started to ache once again. You started walking towards your friends, deciding that the best thing to do right now was just to avoid him and his gaze; even though you could feel his eyes burning into your back as you walked away.
‘’Cedric Diggory, the man himself!’’ Ron let out as you sat down beside him. ‘’The infamous Diggory,’’ Harry continued his friend’s sentence, a smile on his face. ‘’How did you do it?’’ Ron asked, looking at you with a big smile. You let out a chuckle, shaking your head. ‘’It’s a secret.’’ You smirked, making both Harry and Ron holler as Hermione let out a small laugh. ‘’I was starting to worry that you wouldn’t even go Y/N,’’ Hermione let out, you could hear the worry filling her voice. She had been extremely worried about you since the incident with Draco, constantly checking up on you. You gave her a reassuring smile as you placed your hand on her leg. ‘’Of course Hermione, I would never miss the ball.’’ You smiled, her smiling back at you as she nodded. You placed your arms on the table, slipping into your own world as your friends continued talking about the ball. You slowly looked the direction where Draco was sitting, but he was nowhere to be seen.
‘’Excuse me,’’ You suddenly heard a voice say behind you, making you slightly jump. You turned around, hesitating to do so. As soon as you spotted the person standing behind you, your heart dropped. There he was, standing right in front of you. ‘’You need to leave Malfoy.’’ Hermione quickly said, her fists clenching as she spoke. ‘’That’s not a very nice way to greet me, is it, Granger?’’ Draco hissed, a smirk on his face as he looked Hermione’s way. You could see Hermione looking your way, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look up from your lap. ‘’What do you want?’’ Harry scoffed. Draco looked his way before slowly looking over at you once again. ‘’I came to talk to Y/N.’’ He grunted, your heart dropping as he said your name. ‘’No, absolutely not,’’ Hermione exclaimed, quickly standing up as she shook her head.
‘’I’m afraid it’s not your choice,’’ Draco chuckled, looking down at the shorter girl. ‘’So, Y/N, may I have a word with you?’’ He asked once again, looking back at you who was still sitting down. ‘’You don’t have to talk to him Y/N,’’ Hermione quickly said as her gaze met yours. ‘’Granger! Just stop talking already,’’ Draco hissed in annoyance. ‘’It’s okay Hermione, I’ll go talk to him.’’ You let out, giving her a small smile. She could see the sadness filling your face, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it so she just sat back down after a few moments of silence; letting out a huff in annoyance. You stood up, not daring to look up at Draco, scared that you would burst into tears. He grabbed your arm as he pulled you out of the room, just like he had done that day.
He eventually stopped walking as you reached a spot where no one could see or hear you, the lump in your throat growing bigger and bigger. You knew what had happened last time he wanted to talk, so you didn’t expect this to go down any differently; preparing yourself for another heartbreak. ‘’Cedric Diggory, huh?’’ He let out after a short silence. You could feel his presence in front of you, still not daring to look up at him. He placed his hands in his front pockets as a small sigh escaped his lips. ‘’Could you at least look at me?’’ He asked after another short silence. You inhaled some of the cold air before looking up at him, your eyes meeting his grey ones once again. ‘’Is it true that Diggory is taking you to the ball?’’ He asked, not taking his eyes off you. ‘’Yes,’’ You let out as Draco scoffed, shaking his head and he broke the eye contact. ‘’I’ve seen the two of you around,’’ He continued, making you raise one of your eyebrows in confusion. ‘’I see the way he looks at you.’’ He mumbled. ‘’We’re just going as friends.’’ You quickly mumbled, making him let out another scoff. ‘’Friends? Sure.’’ He scolded as his eyes met yours once again.
‘’I don’t see why it matters to you,’’ You eventually said. You were confused as to why he even cared, it wasn’t like he was planning on taking you anyways. ‘’I just care about you, that’s all,’’ Draco answered, causing you to chuckle. ‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’ You asked, folding your arms. ‘’He’s just not a good guy Y/N,’’ He continued, making you gasp. You stared at him, disappointment filling your eyes. ‘’How dare you even say that?’’ You exclaimed, feeling the anger building up as you defended your friend. ‘’It’s not like you’re any better!’’ The words slipped out of you before you could stop yourself, slowly regretting what you had just said. ‘’You and Pansy truly do belong together, both of you are just as blind and ignorant.’’ You huffed before turning around to walk off, not wanting to say anything else; afraid it would only make the situation worse.
Before you had the chance to walk away, you felt Dracos cold hand wrap around your wrist once again, pulling you back. ‘’Excuse me?’’ He snapped, anger filling his voice. ‘’Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about!’’ You snapped back at him, shaking your head. ‘’I made it so obvious,’’ You continued, getting more and more upset as you spoke. ‘’Yet you were the one who broke my heart Draco, not Cedric!’’ You exclaimed. ‘’Made what obvious?’’ Draco barked, furrowing his eyebrows in anger. ‘’That I like you stupid!’’
With that being said, Draco slammed his lips against yours. You had no idea what do to, feeling paralyzed as his hand grabbed your cheek, pulling you closer to him. The kiss was raw, filled with emotions as you slowly relaxed into his touch. You slowly placed your hand on his chest, grabbing onto the fabric. He slowly pulled away, leaving you confused. ‘’What?’’ You whimpered as his forehead touched yours. ‘’Can’t you see?’’ He breathed. ‘’It was always you,’’ He let out as his hand caressed your cheek. You furrowed your eyebrows. ‘’But, Pansy,’’ You mumbled, shaking your head. Draco let out a chuckle, shaking his head as well. ‘’Why do you think she didn’t want me around you?’’ He asked, looking down at your small figure compared to his. ‘’But you treat her so differently,’’ You whispered, looking into his eyes. ‘’Only because I didn’t know how to treat you, knowing that I liked you.’’ He answered.
You had no idea what to say or do. His words felt unreal, almost like it wasn’t true. ‘’But,’’ Draco said, his hand slowly leaving your cheek. The cold feeling of his silver rings left your skin, making you ache for his touch. ‘’I understand if you’re with Diggory now.’’ He said, disappointment lingering in his voice. ‘’I mean, it’s my fault isn’t it?’’ He chuckled, looking down at you. You quickly grabbed his hand before he let it fall down his side, placing it back on your cheek. ‘’Please just kiss me,’’ You whispered, your eyes meeting his once again. He looked at you for a moment before leaning down to press his soft lips against yours once again, your heart slowly being filled with warmth as you pulled him closer.
‘’I couldn’t stand the way he looks at you,’’ He whispered as he pulled away. ‘’The way he stared at you from across the room.’’ You shook your head as the words left his lips. ‘’I was hoping it was you that was staring,’’ You let out, making him chuckle. ‘’You already know I was.’’ He gave you half a smile as the words left his mouth, pulling you into his chest. You closed your eyes as his long arms wrapped around you, finally feeling safe and sound. ‘’I think I have someone to go break up with,’’ He whispered into your ear, making you slap his arm lightly. ‘’You better.’’
pairing: draco malfoy x reader word count:2,2k summary:things suddenly change when you friend, draco, meets someone new. a/n:this is the first time i post in a very long time, i’m so very sorry ! i hope this is okay and that u enjoy reading it. part two will be out very very soon <3 ! (i’m so sorry if there’s any spelling mistakes) READ PART 2 HERE
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You could see Draco perfectly from where you were sitting. His blond hair was falling over his forehead, his hands placed on the table in front of him; playing with one of his silver rings as he spoke to the person sitting next to him. You sat down across the room, along with your friends. You had been friends with Draco for quite some time now, and at this point it was getting hard for you to deny the crush you had developed on him over time. It was getting obvious, everyone seemed to notice, even your friends. Everyone buthim.
‘’What you staring at Y/N?’’ Rons sudden voice made you snap out of your thoughts, quickly looking his way. You felt a small blush creep upon you cheeks as Hermione shook her head in disapproval. ‘’What do you think, Ronald?’’ She let out in annoyance, looking up from the book she was holding in her hands. ‘’She’s obviously staring at Malfoy.’’ She continued, making you slap her arm lightly. ‘’I wasn’t staring!’’ You let out, a desperate try to defend yourself. ‘’Whatever you say.’’ She said under her breath, rolling her eyes. ‘’You know,’’ Ron let out, his mouth stuffed with food. ‘’I just can’t understand how you’re friend with someone like him.’’ He said, looking Dracos way as he picked his plate using his fork.
To be honest, you didn’t even know why you had fallen for the blond boy. Draco was known for his horrible ways, always picking on everyone, even you. But things changed as you got to know him, when you got to see the other side of him; the side people barely ever saw. He was actually quite a gentleman to the people he knew, he would always help you with your homework or invite you to hang out. Sure, he still had his moments where he could be really horrible, but as time passed that side slowly went away whenever he was around you. ‘’I don’t understand either,’’ Harry let out. ‘’You’ve seen yourself the way he acts.’’ You let out a small chuckle as your eyes found their way back to Draco. ‘’I wish I had an answer to your question Ron, but sadly I don’t.’’ You answered, making Ron scoff as he continued to eat his food. ‘’Enough about Draco,’’ Hermione said as she shut her book close, placing it on the table in front of her. ‘’Who are you planning on taking to the Yule Ball, boys?’’
The Yule Ball was coming up. Everyone was excited about it, especially Ron and Harry, their only chance to interact with a girl. You on the other hand, weren’t too excited. Some boys had already aksed you to the ball, which you had politely declined; in hopes that Draco would ask you. You knew it wasn’t going to happen, but you couldn’t help yourself from hoping that he would surprise you and ask you. ‘’Harry’s definietly taking Cho.’’ Ron said, a small smirk forming on his face. ‘’I haven’t even asked her yet!’’ Harry let out, looking around to make sure no one had heard his friend. You let out a small laugh as your eyes found their way back to Draco once again. He was now busy eating the food that was on the plate in front of him, making small conversation with the people around him.
That was when she sat down next to him. Pansy Parkinson. You knew Draco and the girl had always been friends, you had seen the two of them together before you became friends with Draco. But recently, you noticed that something changed between the two of them. They suddenly seemed very close, constantly hanging around each other. But most importanly, you noticed how Draco would change whenever he was around her. As soon as she entered the room, a smile would form on his lips as he always greeted her with a big hug. He would always act friendly around you, but never the way he acted around her. The smile on your lips slowly faded as he greeted the dark haired girl with a hug, like he always did. Suddenly, he placed his hand on her thigh. He probably thought no one noticed, but from where you were sitting you could see his hand under the table. Your heart dropped as you quickly looked away, not daring to continue looking. ‘’Y/N? Has anyone asked you yet?’’ Hermione asked you, making you look down at your lap. ‘’No,’’ You lied, playing with your fingers. ‘’Really?’’ Ron let out, sounding surprised. ‘’I wouldn’t worry about it too much, I’m sure someone is going to ask you soon.’’ Hermione gave you a comforting smile as you gave her a small smile back. You let out a small hum, picking up your fork.
After that, things changed. You hadn’t spoken to Draco in what felt like days, and it was driving you crazy. Sure, you had feeligns for him and it broke your heart not seeing him, but you were also afraid that you were losing him as your friend. It was unusal for Draco not to speak to you at least once a day, you two had a couple of classes together after all. But lately you hadn’t even seen him in class, your eyes searching for him in every class; looking for his bright blue eyes. To your disappointment, you never spotted him. ‘’Maybe Cedric will take you to the ball,’’ Ron said as you sat down on the cold grass next to him. ‘’Cedric?’’ You asked, confusion lingering in your voice. After you had told them no one had asked you to the ball a few days back, Ron hadn’t stopped talking about it. ‘’Diggory,’’ He continued, looking the opposite direction. Your eyes followed his, spotting the Hufflepuff sitting a few feet away. You let out a laugh as you shook your head. ‘’What makes you think that?’’ You asked, Hermione sitting down next to you. Ron shrugged as he looked back at you. ‘’Just giving you some options.’’
It was a cold day out. You had came outside with Ron and Hermione between one of your classes to take some fresh air, the cold air immediatly hitting your warm face as you stepped outside. You wrapped your coat around your body tighter, a desperete try to warm yourself up as you felt your whole body shiver. You looked around, studying the other students. It seemed like you weren’t the only one who had came out here as the whole courtyard was filled with students. That’s when you spotted him. You eyes immediatly became bigger as you quickly stood up. ‘’I’ll catch up with you guys later,’’ You mumbled, making your friends look at you in confusion. They quickly spotted the blond boy, making Hermione sigh. ‘’Off she goes.’’ She shook her head as she watched you walk off in a hurry.
‘’Draco!’’ You called out, getting closer and closer to him. He quickly turned around, his face slowly turning into a small smile has he spotted you. ‘’There you are,’’ You smiled as you wrapped your arms around the taller boy. He lightly hugged you back, quickly letting his arms fall to his sides. Your smile faded away and was replaced by a frown. You let go of the boy and looked up at him. ‘’Where have you been?’’ You asked, raising your eyebrows. ‘’What do you mean?’’ He asked, placing his hands in his pockets. ‘’I just haven’t seen you in ages,’’ You continued, not taking your eyes off him. He looked around, trying his best to avoid eye contact. ‘’I’ve just been busy.’’ He let out, still avoiding eye contact. ‘’With what exactly?’’ You asked once again, feeling your heart drop as you spoke. He let out a sigh in annoyance before grabbing your arm, walking off with you behind him.
You stumbled after him, confusion plastered all over your face. ‘’Where are we going?’’ You asked as you entered the school once again. The hallways were almost empty, everyone either waiting for the class to begin or hanging out with their friends outside. ‘’We need to talk.’’ He mumbled as he continued walking down the halls. He suddenly stopped walking, letting go off your arm; his cold hand leaving your skin. He turned around so he was facing you once again with a frown on his face. You looked at him, waiting for him to say something. His cheeks were red from the cold, his blue eyes brighter than ever. ‘’You know I’m with Pansy now, right?’’
The words made you feel sick. For a moment, you had no clue what to say. You opened your mouth to speak, but not a single word came out. ‘’Oh,’’ You let out after a short silence, him not taking his eyes of you. You could hear the hurt in your own voice, letting out a cough in order to try cover it up. ‘’Oh!’’ You let out again, this time trying your best to sound as happy as you possibly could. ‘’I’m so glad for you two, I mean, I can see the way she looks at you,’’ You said, forcing a smile; trying to convince him you were telling the truth. ‘’But,’’ you continued, the smile slowly fading. ‘’Is that what you wanted to talk about?’’ You asked. Draco let out a sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair, looking away from your gaze. ‘’That’s why you haven’t seen me around, Y/N.’’ He muttered. You raised your eyebrows, failing to understand what he meant. ‘’Well, I understand if you want to hang around her and stuff, it’s just that I haven’t even seen you in class,’’ You continued, doubt filling your voice. ‘’You don’t understand,’’ He let out in annoyance, interrupting you. ‘’She doesn’t want me to hang around you anymore.’’
It took you a while to procress the words that had just left his mouth. You just couldn’t seem to understand what he meant by his words, leaving you confused. ‘’What?’’ You asked, meeting his gaze. ‘’And if that’s what she wants, that’s what I’m going to do,’’ He continued, not taking his eyes of you. You stared at him for a moment, trying to find the right words. You could tell he was trying to read your face, trying to understand what you were feeling. ‘’Have you been avoiding me?’’ Your voice was low, you could barely hear yourself speak. ‘’I’m sorry Y/N.’’ He mumbled under his breath, almost like he didn’t want you to hear him apologize. You felt the tears starting to well up behind your eyelids.
All this time, he was avoiding you. He wasn’t just missing classes because he was ill or something like that, he had been missing them because you were there. You held back your tears, looking down at the ground as you didn’t want him to see how his words affected you. ‘’So you mean we can’t even be friends?’’ You let out, your voice almost cracking. ‘’I’m afraid we can’t,’’ He spoke. ‘’But we were barely ever friends anyways, so it shouldn’t really matter.’’ He continued. The words made you chuckle, your heart breaking. His voice was so monotone, not a single emotion lingered in his voice. He didn’t even seem upset. ‘’I see,’’ You whispered, still looking down at your shoes. ‘’I’m sorry again, Y/N,’’ He said, fixing his tie as he spoke. ‘’I’ll see you around.’’ And with that being said, he left. He left you standing there, feeling empty. You could hear his shoes hitting the stone floor as he walked off, a tear finally escaping your eye as he could no longer see you. You looked up, watching his figure slowly disapearing as he walked further and further away. Another tear hit your cheek as you closed your eyes. ‘’I should’ve listened to my friends, huh?’’ You whispered to yourself, letting out a small chuckle at the irony of it all.
All along, you had denyed all the horrible things people had said about him; when in reality, it was all true. You sat down against the wall, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. Maybe he was right, you two were barely even friends. But you couldn’t help but think about the way he had acted around you. He would always act so different around you, throwing his arm around your shoulders or helping you out with the smallest of things. When you had accidently gotten hurt, he was the first to visit you in the hospital wing, even before any of your close friends. You could’ve sworn there was something there, but now, it all just seemed ridiclous. Maybe you just made it all up in your head, maybe you just wanted him to like you back so badly that you started to see things that wasn’t even there. But it didn’t matter, he had broken your heart, badly, without even knowing.
Draco was excited for his friends to come over. Despite seeing them throughout the whole semester at Hogwarts, Draco was still looking forward to spending countless summer days with them. Hearing the door open, Draco zoomed down the stairs as he heard three distinct voices. “Guys!” he cheered as he saw his friends’ faces light up with a smile. Because both Narcissa and Lucius were gone, the four children were free to roam the manor and its gardens as they pleased. With the heat making it impossible to run around, the children decided to have a water fight. After persuading the elves to provide them with an unending supply of snacks and treats, the four children began chasing each other about the gardens, spraying water in each other’s faces. “Come and get me, Blaise!” Pansy yelled before shrieking as Blaise sprayed water all over her causing the young girl to laugh loudly. Draco was currently hiding behind one of the bushes, preparing to ambush Theo who was standing around, looking to find his next target. Just as Draco was about to shoot, he heard the car door close and realised his parents must have been home now. Standing up in excitement, Draco failed to notice Theo’s smirk as the young boy soaked him.
Because he didn’t want to be soaking like his son, Lucius instantly held both palms up in surrender when he approached the gardens. “Woah, Woah! I’m the good guy!” Lucius warned playfully, wiggling his eyebrows at the young children. “Hi, Mr Malfoy” Pansy smiled before directing her attention to Mrs Malfoy who was still standing by the car. It was then that Draco remembered where his parents had just come from. “Wait!” your brother cried. “Is she really here?” he smiled, looking up at his father. Lucius simply nodded as he looked in his wife’s direction and saw you come out of the car. It had been a while since Draco’s friends had seen you, especially with you being in Beauxbatons, France during the school semesters. “Is who here?” Blaise asked, looking back and forth between Draco and Lucius finding himself growing more curious. “My sister, duh! Who else?” Draco smiled as he dropped the water toys and ran straight towards the car in your direction.
When Pansy saw you step out of the car, she didn’t need much persuasion to follow Draco and run over towards you. Growing up as an only child, Pansy found herself looking up to you as a big sister. The young girl adored spending time with you, which was tough given how infrequently she saw you. Even though she was Draco’s friend, she would constantly come to the manor to see you. Just you. “Wait for us!” Theo called out as he and Blaise headed over to follow their friends. Seeing your brother run towards you, with his friends closely behind, you couldn’t help but smirk in delight at all the attention. Even though Draco was an irritating little brother that drove you crazy from time to time, you still loved him. “Wow, would you look at what we have here!” you teased, earning a subtle glare from your mother. You had only just arrived home and planned to annoy your brother relentlessly. “Hi, baby dragon,” you smiled as you hugged your brother before turning your attention to his friends. Noticing Pansy’s huge smile, you quickly offered the girl a hug, which she happily reciprocated with glee. You loved spending time with Pansy. She was nothing but adorable. A little bit of a tomboy, but sweet nonetheless.
Theo couldn’t help but grin in enjoyment as Draco’s childhood nickname was mentioned. “Baby dragon?” he asked, folding his arms and looking at Draco, mocking him. “Shut up, Theo” Draco grumbled before being interrupted by his mother. “Now, now Draco. That’s not kind,” she scolded him before joining her husband in the gardens. As Narcissa made her way toward Lucius, she was shocked when he started to drench her in water, causing Narcissa to shriek at how cold the water was. “Ah! Lucius- you little!”, she started before chasing her husband around the gardens attempting to soak him back. Laughing loudly at the sight of your parents’ actions, you very quickly chased after them assisting your mother in seeking her revenge. It wasn’t long before the remaining children followed suit and started to drench Lucius in water causing the grown man to pout. “Alright! Alright! I surrender! Ah- Y/N! How dare you turn your back on me? What happened to you being Daddy’s girl, huh?” Lucius mocked, causing you to roll your eyes at him. “You should have thought about that before you soaked Mum!” you retorted, sticking your tongue out at your father causing Lucius to fake his hurt expression.
“See, Lu. I told you,” Narcissa smirked. “I’m Y/N’s favourite!” she smiled before wrapping her arm around you and hugging you. Hugging your mother, you couldn’t help but smile. You truly had missed your family, especially this semester. So it was wonderful knowing how easy it was for you to slip back into the groove of things. Noticing your father’s pout, you pulled away from your mother to hug him before kissing him softly on the cheek causing his frown to turn upside down and showcase a smile once more. “You’re both my favourites,” you emphasised.
“But she loves me more!” Draco interrupted. “Nuh-uh! Y/N loves me more!” Pansy repeated, mocking the younger blonde boy. “What? You’re not even her real sister! Besides, we all know Y/N loves us more! We are her favourite boys!”, Theo argued before nodding towards Blaise who smiled in agreement. “Yeah! We’re much less annoying-”, Blaise started before shrieking when the cold water made contact with his back. Turning around and catching you standing there, one hand on your hip as you giggled at his reaction, you very quickly ran away when you realised you were in for it. As the younger children chased you around the garden, your parents couldn’t help but laugh at how quickly you surrendered once they caught up to you.
“Alright, alright! Hey! Okay! I love you all very much! Quit it, Draco!”, you begged before pulling your brother down onto the grass by his ankles. Once Draco was down for the count, you very quickly ran away from the rest of the children before making a spontaneous decision. Clearly, they weren’t looking to stop the water fight anytime soon, not unless they were deemed victorious. Noticing that mischievous look in your eyes, Narcissa very quickly warned you against whatever you were thinking. “Y/N Narcissa Malfoy. Don’t you dare-” she started, but it was too late.
Jumping into the pool, the four children looked at you in shock. They knew you were a risk-taker but this was crazy! “Your sister is so cool!” Pansy mumbled to Draco who simply nodded his head as he was still stunned by your actions. That was the thing Draco loved about you. You were the brave one. The one person in his life he could always rely on. No matter what. “Ha! Ha! I won!” you cheered knowing there was no way they would copy you. You thought wrong! Quickly swimming out of the way, all four children floated up laughing at how cool the water in the pool felt. “Ha! Ha! Now we won too!” Pansy smiled as she swam towards you and hugged you once more. You hurriedly got out of the pool after noticing your father chuckling in the background as he went into the manor and dried yourself off with one of the towels nearby. “Y/N!” Narcissa scolded, even though you could tell she was being playful. As you spent the rest of the evening with your little brother and his friends, smiling as they told you stories of their time at Hogwarts before they insisted on hearing about your time at Beauxbatons instead.
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Summary: Ten years ago, Draco was sure you were dead. But after receiving a letter from none other than you, his world is flipped upside down.
Pairing: Draco x Reader
Word Count:4k+
Genre: Fluff, a lil angsty
Requested:No, requests currently closed while I finish my sitting requests :)
Warnings:None
A/N: I know it’s been a while, and this is likely all over the place~ just something that’s been on my mind for a while and finally had some time to sit down and plot it out! Part 2?
The warmth of the fire can’t drive away the cold. It creeps in, starting from his toes and runs all the way to his chest. That cold that can only be associated with his own sadness. Draco sits in his favorite chair by the hearth, his eyes scanning the letter over and over again. Surely he’d seen this before.
“Darling,” Astoria, his wife of six years starts. “I’m putting Scorpius to bed, are you coming?”
“Not tonight,” he says. It’s firmer than intended, but he can’t even drag his eyes away to apologize.
Astoria lingers in the doorway of their meager living room of their meager cottage that they’d fallen in love with when they first saw it, but now needed more space. She eyes her husband warily and the letter in his hand, that smelled of the sweetest perfume and has him in a tizzy. She knew there’d been someone before her. Someone that never made it out of the war. Someone he loved more than anyone.
Astoria sighs, her eyes still watching her husband for a single second before she slips down the hallway.
Draco brings the letter to his lips, kissing the very paper it was written on, his mind wandering back to all the kisses he gave to you, all the times he’d kiss your forehead and hold you and tell you how much he loved you. He can’t believe the letter had even come.
Dearest Draco,
I’m sorry if this letter reaches you late. It is now May 10th, 1998, and by now you must be sure that I am dead.
Draco puts the letter down for a moment, his heart almost completely stopping in his chest. Alive? Is she alive? Should he leave now?
I hope someday you can forgive me for letting you think I’d ever meet such a fate in a war, but I assure you I am, for now, safe and sound. I made a deal with Dumbledore before your task. I’m continuing his work, growing my own power and studying as much as I can. I’ve followed the knowledge, as I always told you I would. I wrote the first half of this letter once I’d gotten out safely, but couldn’t bring myself to finish it. It is now August 25th, 2008. Ten years since I started.
She’s alive. She must be, if he’s receiving this letter now. He sets it on the arm of his chair and stands, pacing in that Draco Malfoy way. He stoops at the chair for his whiskey and the letter, his eyes scanning it.
I’ll be returning to London soon. I’ve taken up the Potions Master position at Hogwarts under Mrs. Granger’s rule, and I wanted you to be the first to know that I’ll be coming back. I hope to see you in Hogsmeade on the 29th of August. You know where. I’ll be there at 3pm, and I hope you show. I want to hear all about your life, Draco. Did you ever marry? Are you happy? I miss you, and I hope that you’ve built a life for yourself.
See you?
Love,
Y/N
Draco sits down in his chair again, his eyes wide and his heart pounding. Seeing you. Tomorrow. For the first time in ten years. The longest ten years of his life, thinking you were dead. The worst ten years. No, he married. He has a son. He became one of the most well-respected and astute healers in the entire wizarding world. He’s had a wonderful ten years. Right?
He stands again, pacing and pacing and pacing. Alternating between his drink and smelling your sweet, sweet smell that he’d tried so hard to preserve in one of his t-shirts you always wore to bed.
Astoria leans against the doorjamb, watching Draco pace and pace. She knows that pace. He’s stressed and conflicted and terrified. That look on his precious face…
She walks to him, taking his face in her hands.
“Draco,” she says firmly, catching his attention. “What is it?”
He’s quiet for a moment and she holds her breath, searching his face for any kind of answer.
“It’s Y/N,” he says, his voice almost a ghost of a whisper. “She’s alive. And she’s coming back. And she wants me to meet her tomorrow.”
Astoria drops her hands from his face, taking in his words. So, this was it, then. She knew who he would choose should it come down to it.
“That little twit,” Astoria breathes. “How selfish can she be?”
Draco, taken aback, gazes at his wife. “Selfish?”
“You were in hell for the first years of us being together because of her! You moped at our wedding. You won’t dare allow me to do simple things like wear your clothes to sleep in or go through your old Hogwarts trunk. All because you thought she was dead!” Astoria roars, finding her voice now.
“Darling, calm down,” Draco starts.
“Calm down?” Astoria roars, growing louder. “You’re going to tell me, your wife, to calm down, after telling me you’re going to meet the woman you’ve secretly wished I was for the last ten years? Don’t tell me to calm down, Draco. Don’t.”
Draco sighs. He paces the length of the family room, only stopping to sink into his chair.
“Astoria, I don’t know what to say,” he sighs. He drags his hands down his face, haunted almost. “She was the love of my life. She taught me everything I know about love and how to do it. That I was capable of it.
“Would you leave me for her?” Astoria asks suddenly, eyeing her husband.
“I wish I had an answer for that,” Draco relents.
Astoria nods. She squares her shoulders, holding her chin high as her eyes water. “Then you can sleep on the sofa tonight.”
She turns and exits into the hallway, and Draco can hear her stalking to the bedroom and the telltale door slam.
~
Astoria doesn’t speak to him all morning. She gets Scorpius ready for his mid-day lessons and ignores Draco.
So, he gets up, showers, tousles his hair, and squirts on some of his best cologne. He’d look like the happiest man in the world today. Maybe because he is.
He leaves the house without a word to Astoria, only stopping to kiss Scorpius on his head and whisper a quick “I love you,” words he never heard from his own father.
~
Hogsmeade bustles with shop owners and consumers and students, all exploring the new world and everything it has to offer. Draco walks amongst the crowd, his teeth chattering despite the warm August day. His nerves make every step feel longer than it is, and his palms sweat profusely. He allows his mind to wander as he forages down the cobblestone pathway; what would you look like? What would you be wearing? Would you smell the same? Did you ever marry? Are you happy?
His train of thought is halted as he approaches the place that you used to call your spot. The little ice cream shop across from Creepy Cauldrons, a vehement Halloween only shop. You and Draco would go on ice cream dates almost every Hogsmeade trip since fourth year when you admitted you fancied him, and he you. It was the one spot he couldn’t bring himself to walk into when he thought you were dead. Not even with Scorpius.
He pushes open the door, the little bell jangling as it always does. It doesn’t take long for him to spot you. You were in the same booth you were always in when you’d meet up. Your booth you shared together.
Draco approaches you, though your back is to him. He wonders if it’s a dream. Could it really be you? Is this a cruel prank?
Upon hearing his footsteps, you turn, Y/E/C eyes locking with his grey ones. Draco stops. His heart stops, his mouth dry, his eyes watering. It’s really you.
You stand and move to hug him, but Draco is stiff. He doesn’t hug you back.
“Draco,” you start, pulling away from him. “I’m sorry this is so sudden. I understand if you don’t want me back in your life at all, I just wanted a moment to explain myself.”
Draco nods. He takes his old seat, and you sit across from him.
Over his shoulder, Sir Harrington- the owner of the ice cream parlor- gives you a thumbs up. He’d been serving you ice cream since you were kids, and you had no doubt he would forget you or Draco.
“So,” Draco begins. He hides his shaking hands underneath the table. “You’re back? For good?”
“For good,” you relent.
“I thought you were dead,” Draco says. His voice betrays him and cracks. He clears his throat, but doesn’t continue.
“I know,” you say. You reach across the table for his hand, but he doesn’t move. You withdraw your hand, knowing he’ll be cold as ice until you can crack him. “I know what everyone thought. I knew the repercussions of what I did, but I’m only sorry to you.”
“Sorry to me?” He asks. “You’re sorry? You came here to tell me you’re sorry?”
“Draco,” you start, but he cuts you off.
“Don’t. You don’t know what it was like. I thought you were dead. I moved on. I lived in hell every single day that you were gone. I can’t even look my wife in the eye without wishing it were you,” he says through his teeth.
“You married, then,” you say. Your resolve weakens, and you know it’s hopeless.
“I did. Astoria Greengrass and I wed in 2001. It’ll be seven years in December.”
“I see,” you say. “I’m happy for you, Draco.”
“We have a son. Scorpius.”
You nod, chuckling to yourself. “The name we picked out for our first son?”
Draco nods, and has the grace to look slightly embarrassed. “Astoria knows what you meant to me. I wanted to keep you alive in my memory somehow.”
“Meant?”
Draco remains silent, his eyes on his hands as he considers his own words.
“Mean,” he says, finally meeting your gaze.
You sigh and allow yourself a moment to get lost in his eyes the way you wanted to every minute you were gone.
“I didn’t want to leave you, Draco,” you admit. “But it was for the best. I was doing dangerous potions work. Collecting samples of serums from creatures that can only be found in the deepest, darkest corners of the world. It was the type of exploring that I had to do alone.”
“You could’ve at least told me you were alive,” Draco says. He leans across the table, taking your cheek in his palm. “I died over and over again every day that I thought you were gone.”
You bring your hand up, holding onto his wrist, letting his words soak into your brain. You know you’ll likely never hear them again.
“I didn’t know if I would ever come back,” you whisper, your voice catching in your throat. “So many times I was sure I was dead, but I kept fighting. I wanted to come back to you.”
Draco drops his hand, though you had the feel of his warm palm on your skin already committed to memory.
“What are we to do?” He asks, reaching for your hand.
You trace the silver wedding band sitting on his left hand, fourth finger. “We go on with our lives. I’m sure I’ll be teaching Scorpius someday. I’m glad that you found love, Draco, and I’m sorry that it wasn’t with me.”
You stand, turning your back on the boy you love so dearly, and walk out of the shop.
Draco sits for a minute, taking everything in. Why hadn’t he tried to stop you? Why hadn’t he reached out for you? Why did he let you walk away from him again?
~
When Draco enters, Astoria rises from her place at their dining room table. She’s prepared for the worst, but Draco doesn’t look haunted anymore. For the first time in her life, he looks alive.
“Draco?”
His head whips to her, like he hadn’t seen her.
“Oh,” he says. “Hello.”
“How was it?”
“It was… good?” he says. He takes a seat at the table, his eyes trained on his hands, recalling the feeling of her finger on his wedding band. “She said she’s happy I’m happy.”
“What else?” Astoria pries.
“She just wanted to let me know she was alive,” he says. “She’ll be teaching potions at Hogwarts. She likes that we used her name for Scorpius, said she looks forward to teaching him someday.”
“She didn’t… she didn’t ask you to be with her?” Astoria asks. She can’t hide the shock from her voice.
“No,” Draco says. “She didn’t.”
“Well,” Astoria starts, her voice returning to normal. “I’m happy she’s okay. Come now, let’s shower.”
Draco rises, follows his wife into their bathroom, all the while in a daze. His mind wanders to his time at Hogwarts with you, how much he loved you then and he wonders if maybe he still does.
~
You look back at Draco, giggling as you pull him through the snow, trying to outrun Crabbe and Goyle to Hogsmeade.
“Darling, come on!” You grin back at him. “They’re going to eat all the chocolate chip, and you know it’s my favorite!”
“Slow down,” Draco laughs, pulling you to a halt. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you into his side. “You’re freezing!”
“Oh, it’s just a little cold,” you smile up at him. “We’re going to get ice cream, come on!”
“Maybe we should get some soup or something?” Draco asks, keeping you tucked into his side. “I don’t want you to get sick.”
You lean up, kissing him sweetly. “I love the way you take care of me, even when you’re stressed.”
Draco’s cheeks redden as he smiles down at you, his blond hair flopping in his eyes as he kisses your forehead. “You’re my love. I’ll always take care of you.”
Your returning smile is dazzling as you stop in the snow to hug him tightly, relishing in his warmth.
“Just two more years and we can graduate and be married!”
~
Draco towel-dries his hair as he sits on the edge of his bed. His mind feels like an unraveled ball of yarn, but he can’t ever remember feeling so happy?
“What’s on your mind, love?” Astoria asks, crawling behind Draco on her knees. She rubs his shoulders softly, kissing at his shoulder blades.
“Her,” he admits. “I was just thinking about some of our time together in school. Just some memories, that’s all.”
“Let’s have another baby,” Astoria says suddenly.
Draco turns to look at her, his heart torn. “I don’t think now is really a good time, Astoria.”
“Why?” She pouts. “I think it’s as good a time as any.”
“I don’t,” Draco says. He removes himself from her grasp, standing so he can properly look at his wife. “I just… I can’t right now. I know you can’t understand this, but I’m really trying to be the husband that you expect me to be.”
Astoria gazes up at him. “You’re rejecting me?”
“No, Astoria, I-“
“If you wanted to meet my expectations as my partner, you’d give me another baby,” she says, determined.
“I don’t want another baby with you,” Draco says almost immediately. His eyes are wide as he takes in the enormity of what he’s just let slip. “Astoria, I’m sorry-“
“Don’t,” she hisses. She closes her robe and moves to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Draco sits on the bed again, dragging his hands down his face once more. There it is, then. He doesn’t love his wife, he’s a terrible father, and everyone at St. Mungo’s would hear about this. With Astoria’s connections, he doubted there was a way out of this one.
~
Knock knock knock.
The door swings open and Narcissa Malfoy stands in the doorway, looking at her son who looks like he’d just walked miles and miles to even be at the manor. She takes him in her arms immediately.
“Hello, my darling boy,” she smiles, kissing his hair.
“Mum,” Draco says.
Narcissa ushers him inside, closing the door behind him. The manor had changed significantly since Lucius’ trip to Azkaban, where he remains for conspiring against the ministry. Everything is white and crème, no more blacks and greys, though the telltale Slytherin green still decorates the throw blankets and some statues.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Narcissa asks, sitting comfortably on the sofa.
Draco takes a seat across from her.
“Do you remember Y/N?”
“Oh, how could I forget? She was fierce. It’s a shame what happened to her, I quite liked her,” Narcissa says, reminiscing to herself. “She would’ve done incredible things.”
“I saw her today,” Draco says. “She’s alive.”
“Oh, darling, are you still mourning her? I can get you some help, though you are the healer of the family,” Narcissa rambles.
“No, mum,” Draco says. He wipes his palms on his pants legs. “I mean, she wrote to me, and we met at the ice cream parlor. She’s alive. And she’s come back to teach at Hogwarts.”
Narcissa sits up immediately.
“Draco…” she starts, choosing her words carefully. “But, what about Astoria? Scorpius? You have a responsibility to your family.”
“I know,” Draco says. He rests his chin in his palm. “If she’d just told me she was alive… If she’d just… I would’ve waited.”
“Don’t say that,” Narcissa goads. “Then you wouldn’t have Scorpius.”
“I can’t pretend that I don’t love her, mum. Astoria wants another baby. I just… I would’ve waited.” Draco sighs. He runs a hand through his hair.
“Does Astoria know?”
“Yes,” Draco nods. “She’s not happy about it.”
“No one would expect her to be,” Narcissa says. “She’s just found out the same news that you have, but now it’s a waiting game for her.”
“A waiting game?” Draco asks, looking up at his mother.
“Draco,” Narcissa smiles. “When have you ever picked anything over that girl? You were almost killed trying to protect her. It’s only a matter of time until you can accept the consequences and chase after her.”
“I’ll lose everything,” Draco says, his eyes searching Narcissa’s. “I’ll lose my life, Astoria will make sure of that.”
Narcissa stands and crosses the space between them to sit next to her son. She takes his hands in her own.
“Answer me this, darling,” she starts. “Are you happy?”
Draco takes a moment to consider this, chewing on his lip.
“I love Scoripus, and-“
“That’s not what I asked,” Narcissa interrupts. “Can you honestly look at me and tell me that you’re happy.”
“No,” Draco admits. “I’m miserable. I’m stuck. I don’t love Astoria, she was just a good option, as harsh as it is. She deserves better, but I can’t lose my son.”
“Go to her,” Narcissa instructs. “Tell her how you feel.”
“Which one?” Draco asks, holding onto Narcissa’s hands for dear life.
“That’s up to you,” Narcissa advises. “But always remember this: You’re a Malfoy and no matter what, there’s respect given for the name alone. I can spin a bad reputation, but I can’t heal my broken boy.”
~
You flit around your kitchen- though it’s not really a conventional kitchen- throwing herbs and animal parts into the large cauldron that adorns the middle of the room. Who needed a dining table when you can eat in bed?
Taking a whiff of the potion, you smile- it’s perfect. You’re just about to extract it when there’s a knock on your door.
Draco stands behind it, hands in his pockets, cheeks rosy, hair perfect.
“Draco,” you smile. You hold the door open, inviting him in. “What a pleasure! I would’ve tidied a bit had I known you’d be dropping by.”
“Pardon the intrusion,” he smiles. “I called in a favor with the Weasleys to get your address. Still messy as ever?”
You laugh that cathartic laugh of yours, throwing your head back momentarily as you gesture around you. “Would you expect anything less?”
“Frankly, I don’t know how you function,” Draco laughs. “How do you find anything?”
“Organized chaos,” you shrug. “I’m sure you didn’t come here to goad me into cleaning, though. Is everything alright?”
At your question, Draco is pacing again. Honestly, this boy could pace a hole in the floor, but you only lean against the kitchen counter, your arms folded, watching him in all his amusing glory.
“What I’m about to say is going to sound daft,” he starts, chewing his thumb. “But I think I might still be in love with you.”
He stops pacing and looks at you finally, but you can only raise an eyebrow at him.
“Draco, you’re married.”
“I know. And it feels so wrong,” he admits. He closes the space between you, taking your face in his palms so gently. “But I’ve never felt as alive and free as I do when I’m with you.”
You pull away quickly, trying to be as gentle as possible as to not offend him.
“I know how you feel, because I feel the same way,” you start. Draco’s eyes light up. “But… I can’t be with you.”
“Why not?” He asks, visibly shrinking.
“You’re married!”
“What if I weren’t?” He counters.
“That’s not the situation,” you retort. “You are married. Had I known, I likely wouldn’t have written you. I would’ve let you find out on your own. I never meant to come between you and your family.”
Draco runs his fingers through his hair, clearly frustrated.
“You are my family,” he growls. “Can’t you see? You and Scorpius and my mum are the only people in this world who truly matter to me. I married Astoria because it was what was expected of me.”
“I’m afraid that’s not the way the world works,” you sigh. “I love you, Draco. I always have. I’ll probably love you forever. But I’m not a backup plan. You thought I was dead, you moved on. That’s something I’ll have to live with.”
“Y/N,” Draco starts. He folds his hands in front of him, and he grows more and more flustered by the second. “I’m standing right in front of you, telling you that I choose you.”
“And have you told your wife that?” You counter, folding your arms again.
“I wanted to see how you felt first,” he confesses. “I was leaving either way, or so it seems. I just wanted to see what you thought.”
“Draco,” you sigh. “Worry about your family for now. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”
~
Though the night is calm and peaceful, a storm brews in Draco’s mind at the thought of walking inside of his home. He sits outside on the front steps, encased in darkness, when it occurs to him that the home shouldn’t be dark.
Curious, he stands and pushes open the front door with no resistance. It should’ve been locked. Flipping on the lights, Draco chokes back a sob. The home is empty of any presence of anyone other than himself. No photos on the walls. No dishes in the pantry. No drawings or lesson reports on the table from Scorpius. Everything lay bare and abandoned and sad. Everything but one envelope sitting on the small kitchen table, now devoid of any flowers or vases.
Dear Draco,
After hearing of your escapades with Y/N, I’ve taken Scorpius away. I don’t know for how long we’ll be gone, or where we’re going, but I will not be a second option. I’ll allow you to decide: Me, your wife. Your son. Your home. Your career. All of your dreams. Or her.
Should you make a decision, send my owl immediately, as I’m sure she will have no problem finding me.
Summary: Years after the war, you teach Draco the patronus charm.
Requested:Yes!
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I’ve been absent for so long, just haven’t been in a place mentally to write. This is just a little drabble of something that was requested that I thought would be a really cute piece to come back to! I’m working on all requests I have in my inbox right now, so if you sent one it’ll definitely be posted soon! Thanks for your patience. <3
The small wisp from his wand was more than he’d ever expected to see, more than he could ever hope for. He turns to you, a smile brighter than the sun on his face. You grin back, but inside you cheer harder than you let on. You’d been standing in the garden for around an hour now with Draco, trying to teach him the patronus charm- the one thing he could never seem to master at Hogwarts.
“I’m doing it!” He exclaims as he produces another light wisp.
“You need something a tad more powerful, darling,” you smile, leaning against the small wooden gate. “Something that lights you up.”
“I just keep coming back to you,” he confesses, waving his wand again, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
The two of you had been married almost immediately after the war, choosing to stick by each other’s side instead of waiting. It’s been the greatest four years of your life- he still gives you butterflies in your stomach and you still take his breath away.
“What are you thinking about?” You pry, trying and failing to hide your smile.
“Our wedding night,” he smiles, mostly to himself. “But I think maybe finding you in the castle alive could work better.”
~
Your mind is suddenly taken back to being seventeen years old. A light breeze blows through your hair as you stand amongst the battle, watching from the edge of it all, not wanting to get involved but knowing you must.
So, you dive in. You charge forward with your wand outstretched, a cathartic battle cry ripping from your lips as you join the fight. You battle fiercely, never once backing down, even as you’re backed into corners or ganged up on. So many other students had your back during the battle.
Not once did you stop fighting, not once did you break down. Not once. But not once did you think about Draco, only staying alive so that someday, should he find you again, you could tell him just how much he meant to you.
When the fighting ceases, when it comes down to just Harry Potter and Voldemort, when Harry wins, the world feels a little bit lighter. It feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. With the breeze still blowing and the sun beginning to set, you take a moment to just be- to embrace the world for what it is and thank Merlin that you made it out alive. It was an overwhelming need to give back, to hug even your enemies and make peace.
So, you help move the bodies, some moving with magic, but most moving with your bare hands. You pick up the wounded, you pick up the dead and carry them into the Great Hall so their loved ones can say goodbye and hopefully make the peace you were trying to conjure on your own.
It was then, after setting down the last of the bodies- a Ravenclaw boy- that you heard the shrill sound of Draco’s voice. You turn, almost as if in slow motion and watch as he hits his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your knees and resting his forehead on your stomach. This was the first time he ever showed any kind of raw emotion around you, the first time he didn’t have it completely together, and that alone had your eyes watering.
Instantly, you wrap your arms around the back of his head so you can hold him to you.
“I’m so glad you’re alive,” he says through a hiccup. “I love you so much.”
~
“Y/N?” Draco asks, snapping you out of your memory. You look up at him, the warmth spreading through your chest. “Everything alright, darling?”
“Yeah,” you smile. You raise your wand and release your patronus, smiling at Draco as your black swan produces from the tip, circling you affectionately.
“Show off,” Draco mutters.
“Think about that day,” you tell him, your eyes starting to water as you remember the anxiety in Draco’s voice as he called out to you. “Think about that moment. It’s what I think about.”
Draco swallows once and nods. “If you think it’ll work.”
“It will,” you smile.
“I would like to make it interesting,” he smirks. “If this works and you’re right, we start trying for a baby. If not, we wait another year.”
“I can take that bet,” you grin, knowing the two of you wanted a baby more than anything in the world right now.
Draco braces himself, that stupid smirk still on his face. He takes a deep breath and you watch him draw in the moment before shouting “Expecto Patronum!”. A more solid, wispy blue black mamba escapes his wand. It dances around him, slithering around his ankles and between your legs before dissipating.
“Draco!” You exclaim, watching as the grin splits onto his face. “Draco, you did it!”
“Merlin, I did it!” He jumps once, then runs to you and lifts you off the gate to spin you around, sharing his excitement. “I couldn’t have done it without you, darling.”
“That was all you,” you smile.
Draco, keeping you in his arms, walks through the gate and towards your less than meager cottage.
You’re bored, the most bored you’d ever been perhaps. You’ve been sitting in the library with Draco for hours, waiting for him to finish up his essay. Finally you got so bored you started mindlessly chatting with him even though he’d barely respond.
“So what color do you think I should get?” You ask your boyfriend while picking at your chipped nail polish.
“I think that if you’d just shut up I’d already be done with this potions essay.”
Ouch. He didn’t even look up from the parchment paper.
“Sorry for inconveniencing with you with my presence, I won’t be bothering you anymore.” You say as you gather your stuff and storm out the library, your feelings hurt. How dare he speak to you like that.
You took a deep breath with your eyes closed, in an attempt to relieve your anxiety by reminding yourself what were you going to do.
You had been through this process almost for three hours. Calming yourself just to be on the edge again. If it had been in another situation, it would have been tiring, but the adrenaline that run non stop through your body wouldn’t allow it. It had all started when you decided to open that cookie. Which had been consequence of the advice of the Lady at the counter of the pharmacy. This had happened because you couldn’t handle anymore the change of mood you were having, the dizziness, the disgust you got from some of the food you loved and this new sensitive smell you had recently acquired. All of this comes down to the paper that you got after breaking the magical cookie which was supposed to tell you the source of your pain, which in your cause was due to your pregnancy. Definitely you hadn’t thought of that option. Truth was, at first you were just relieved to read it wasn’t a terminal flu or something scary. Nonetheless, when the words sank in you were as stunned as if you had been told your pancreas was dying. You hadn’t had the need to have children, it was just a dream you had when you were younger. But now that time has gone by, you didn’t give it as much importance as before. Maybe it was because…. Oh well that is going to be a problem Your husband wasn’t a ‘kids man’ Even if you had never talked about having a family of your own, his attitude toward having children was rather indifferent, he could be nice to your nephew but would get mad easily by their noisy behavior, which cause that every meal at your sister’s house would be filled with holding hands and whispers for the sake of his easily-annoyedtrait. Nevertheless, after reading those words and realizing what they meant, you put a hand in your non-showing stomach, and couldn’t help the joy bubbling inside you. You couldn’t help but smile while rubbing your belly, thinking about the human being that was growing inside you. Now that you had experienced this happiness you weren’t going to give it up. You wanted to have this baby, but the thought of your husband creeped fear in you. He was never going to leave you, you knew the man is devoted to you, loving you unconditionally. But what if, in order to make you happy, he would put on an act, and say he’d love to have this child just so you won’t be sad. Moreover, it’s a freaking child! A little human being he’d have to feed, educate… If he really didn’t want it, it would ruin his life! ‘What I’m supposed to do?’ You moaned. Suddenly one of your previous thoughts came to your mind. “...We’ve never talked about having a family of our own… ‘that’s it!. I can try to persuade him and then when he accepts it (because he will…., won’t he ?) I’ll wait to make sure it’s just not to shut me up and then I’ll tell him” This was the plan you had repeated to yourself since you decided it would be the best option.
You looked at the rainy streets from your cozy apartment. The smell of a delicious meal being cooked making you mouth water as you waited for the beloved blonde to arrive.
The beeping of the oven woke you from your train of thoughts. You grabbed your wand. With a swift movement of your wrist, the chicken was out of the oven, and spiced. Turning around, you casted another spell to set the table beautifully. Only a few seconds later, you were lighting the candles with the tip of your wand, just to hear the door unlocking
“I’m home” he announced. You could hear him remove his coat and setting his suitcase on the table as he approached the kitchen “Uhmm… darling, it smells magnificent” he said as he came closer to give you a chaste kiss “What’s the occasion?”
You bit your lip, your lips curving up a little “I don’t believe there has to be reason to make my husband a nice dinner”
“Well, thank you” he almost whispered on the point of leaving another kiss
You stopped him by putting a finger on his lips “It´s going to get cold”
He pouted, and followed you as you sat in your chair.
Dinner went smoothly, eating your meal while talking about your day and commenting on different matters. Your heart beated faster and faster as you couldn’t find a moment to start your plan. Scared that at the end you wouldn’t tell him, you promised yourself that when you another pause would settled, you’ll tell Draco.
“Draco” you started as you were enjoying your dinner.
The silence that followed it made Draco’s eyes look up to his wife. You were looking directly at him while playing with your fingers, a habit that manifests when you are nervous. This got his full attention
“I wanted to talk to you about… something”
The way you said those words, almost as if you were obligating yourself to say them, only helped to worry him.
He extended his hand across the table, to wrap his big one in yours in a comforting way “What is it?”
If you thought that you were nervous before, this was a million times worse. You were with your heart on your mouth, struggling to remember what you were supposed to do next.
“Well-I-I…” you stuttered. You looked at him. His eyebrows frowned, his figure slightly balanced toward you… you could feel how worried he was about what was coming next. You looked at your interviewed hands, reminding you how much you love each other. Taking a deep breath, you kept going “Christmas is coming, and I know this year we are going to your family’s manor, though I couldn’t stop thinking about my sister” He would have interrupted ‘We could go to your sister’s, I don’t mind’, but he knew you better than to do that “And, I don’t know, lately I’ve been thinking about my-our nephews. I know they can be quite messy, but I love them” You paused, a small smile growing on your lips as a memory came to your mind “Do you remember when they started calling you ‘Unk Drac’?”
Your husband smiled thinking about those children “Yeah” he agreed “noisy, but they can be quite an adorable couple” He looked at you trying to figure out what was it all about “I don’t understand, do you want us to spend the holidays at your sister’s…?”
“No, no, that’s not what I meant. What I’m trying to tell you, is that I want that Draco. I want a child of our own”
This took Malfoy by surprise, and you took his shocked face and his lack of words, a sign of it going wrong
“Of course I want this to be a decisionwe make, you don’t have to agree if you don’t want to” still no words had left his mouth “But I mean, it would be a pity if the prestigious Malfoy bloodline died”
You tried to fix it, not knowing it made things worse.
Draco got up, he rubbed his forehead as he sighed “I know what this is all about”
“You do?”
“(Y/N), you have been talking with father, haven’t you?”
“No, I-”
“You are the last person I’d have thought of falling in my father’s words”
“I haven’t- Draco this is not about your father-”
“Of course not” he replied sarcastically “you know that I stopped believing in the blood status a long time ago. Merlin, you helped me through it”
His voice had gotten louder, not yelling, rather with a frustration tone.
“Draco” You said calmly. You made it up to his tall figure that leaned on the back of the chair “Draco” you repeated as you stood behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. His back still faced you, so you rested your head, feeling his breaths “I didn’t mean to upset you. It was just an stupid argument to make you agree” you felt his muscles relax a little bit “truth is, I want this kid for us. I want it to be ours, just ours. No bloodlines, no anything. I want it to bring joy to our home and makes ushappy. Not to satisfy anyone but us. I want it so that we can have our own little family. Draco, I love you” You left a soft kiss in his back.
He turned around and engulfed you in a hug. You felt his lips moving against your hair “Yes, I want a child”
You backed down a little to look at him in the face, wanting to know if there was any sign of lie in his features “Really?”
“Yes, yes” he answered. You could see some happy tears forming in his eyes as he repeated it “In fact, I’d thought of it too, never giving it much importance. But now…” he sighed in happiness as he caressed your cheek and put his forehead against yours “…now I’m sure. Let’s have a baby. Just you and me. Our own little family”
“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of you saying that”
He smiled and smashed his lips against yours, starting a heated kiss, which after coming to your senses, you had to stop.
He tried to join your lips again, but you refuse to continue it “Come on, this baby isn’t going to be made itself” He smiled trying once more to rejoin your lips.
“Actually… it´s already made”
This definitely froze him in his spot
“What? You-you are…”
“Pregnant?” you finished for him “yes”
You saw his perplexed face starting to glow from happiness. He backed up, grabbing your hands and lifting them up to have a better look at you. You weren’t nervous, you were now sure he wanted this baby as much as you did.
He smiled for the millionth time that night “You are pregnant” he repeated to check if what he had heard was right “You are pregnant” he pulled you closer “We are having a baby”
Disclaimer:The content which is displayed below holds themes that are considered mature, minors are not to interact, thank you
Pairing:Draco Malfoy x female reader
Summary: Catching Draco in the position you did was the most unexpected thing you could think of. Things escalate as the tension thickens. From there, the last month of your project brings a craved love for the both of you.
Warning:Angst – not really, but just in case, fluff – soft!draco things, smut – p in v (minors dni).
Side note: The last part of my first mini-series for the harry potter fandom. I really enjoyed writing this, even though I took forever!!
“You can uncover your eyes.” Draco said not meeting your eyes as you lowered your hand.
“I’m so sorry that I barged in like that.” You said embarrassed.
“No, its not your fault. I should’ve kept track of time” He stepped forward to pass by you in order to retrieve his clothes.
His bare chest brushed by you as he passed, and you could feel the body heat emanating from him.
“I’ll be in the kitchen while you change.” You said and stepped out of the room.
The tension between you two seemed to intensify as your eyes met his when he nodded in response.
Once you were in the kitchen, your mind wouldn’t stop drifting away from the look of pleasure on Draco’s face, and the fact that he was moaning your name amplified it further.
There was an odd feeling of superiority in you knowing that he had thoughts of you while being bare and in euphoria.
The opening of Draco’s room door caught your attention and he stepped out fully clothed this time. It was utter silence between you two, for the reason that you both didn’t know what to say.
“Shall we get started?” He broke the silence.
“Yes, for sure. Of course.” You stumbled over your words.
You did quick work of taking out the progress of your project and beginning from where you left.
Although you two tried to ignore the tension the entire time, it was no lie that Draco had you squirming in your seat when he would lean over you to read what you had written or when he would put his hand on your shoulder to get a better look.
It brought back a particular night you spent alone in your dorm when your best friend was out. Draco had been on your mind, and you were feeling quite aroused that day.
Trailing your hands between your legs you imagined those greyish silver eyes looking down at you-
“Are you alright?” He finally asked when you didn’t seem to be paying attention.
“Uhm, yeah I’m okay.” You replied while your face heated up.
You gazed down to recollect your thoughts when you saw the bulge in Draco’s pants.
When Draco saw that your attention was elsewhere, he looked to the direction of your eyes and smirked.
“You seem a little distracted there y/n.” He stated with a small smirk.
Draco saying your name brought you out of your thoughts once again.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me today.”
“I’ve got an idea what it maybe.” Draco mumbled for you to not hear.
“We can take a break if you want to.” He said leaning back in the chair next to you.
“Do you want me to leave?” You asked without thinking.
“Leave? Why?”
“Well, earlier I interrupted you and I’m sure it’s not comfortable having to get to work right after not finishing what you were doing.”
Draco found this to be amusing, clearly because you were aroused and affected by what happened, but also at the fact that you were always a nervous wreck around him.
“Don’t you want to finish what you were doing?” You said unsure if you worded it correctly.
“Finish what exactly?”
“Pleasuring yourself.” You said biting you lip and glancing down.
Draco didn’t know how to reply to what you said.
“Have you ever done that? Pleasure yourself?” He asked curiously.
Not knowing what made you do it, but you nodded to him in response.
“How often do you do it?” He asked crossing his arms and running his eyes up and down your body.
His mind began to put together images of you in bed, with your hand between your legs and head thrown back in pleasure.
“Just when things get too overwhelming for me.” You admit.
To be completely honest, you never had much time to pleasure yourself when you shared a dorm room with your best friend. Only when life had gotten to the point of you feeling overwhelmed did you try to find opportunities to escape the realities of life.
“So, pleasuring yourself is like an escape for you?”
You couldn’t believe that you were having this conversation with Draco Malfoy, it seems to be true in saying to expect the unexpected.
“I guess you could put it like that.” You say with a small chuckle.
“What do you think about?” He moved his body in such a way that he was now fully facing you.
“Things I can only imagine doing.”
Draco’s breath hitches as you say those words.
“How about you? What do you think about?” A sudden boost in confidence comes to you.
He laughed at your question, but when he spoke, his voice had become much deeper than before, “Don’t act like you didn’t hear your name leave my lips.”
The space between you two seemed to be too far at the moment, and in a haste, you two moved towards one another and allowed your lips to meet in the middle.
His hands made its way on your waist and hoisted you up and on his lap so that you were straddling him.
Your hands went around your neck and into his hair as you two fought in the heat of the kiss.
A moan escaped your lips at the feeling of Draco’s cool hands on your back underneath your shirt.
“Take it off.” You said against his lips.
“Are you sure?” He asked pulling away from your lips.
“Yes.”
When you managed to take off your shirt, Draco looked to your breasts with desire filled eyes.
“Fuck.” He mumbled and started laying kisses from your neck to your breasts.
You sighed at the feeling; Draco’s kisses made goosebumps rise on your skin.
“Feeling cold?” He smiled when he looked to you, when you nodded, he made the choice of standing up and wrapping your legs around his lap. He made his way to his room, where it was much warmer.
He laid you down on the bed and made his way to between your legs.
“Before we go any further, I just want to clarify that before any of this I genuinely felt something very strong for you from when we were in Hogwarts. I don’t want you to think that I’m doing this just because we’re working on a project together.”
He had to make it known to you, after years of silently pining after you, he didn’t want to ruin the moment he’d been craving for the longest time.
“Are you serious? You’re such a twat. Throughout being in Hogwarts I thought you loathed me… Godrick, you’re so lucky that all I want to do is kiss you right now.” You say before leaning on your elbows and kissing him.
Draco smiled against your lips and wasted no time in removing his clothes while you did the same with yours.
When you were both bare and exposed to one another, your eyes trailed down his body and to his length which seemed to be fully aroused.
“You’re already so wet for me.” He growled as his hands went down your body and between your legs.
“Only for you.” You said and moved your hips in accordance with his hand.
“That feel good for you? You like how my fingers are rubbing your clit.”
His dirty words made you even wetter if it’s possible. Your hands were clenching the pillow beneath your head since Draco was sat up between your legs, moving his cock in his hand.
“Play with your tits for me.” He demanded as he picked up in the pace he was rubbing your clit, abiding by what he said, you felt yourself one step closer to pleasure.
“What’re you thinking about y/n? Tell me baby.” Draco noticed the glazed over look in your eye and knew your mind was miles away.
“You fucking me, deep, hard and fast.”
Draco felt himself losing the little bit of control that he had been holding back on.
“Is that what you want?” He asked looking at you with furrowed brows as he felt his cock becoming sensitive.
You nodded your head in response, but this wasn’t enough for Draco. He had to hear the words.
“No, you have to tell me.” He stopped rubbing your clit with his fingers and instead took his cock and ran the tip up and down the lips of your wet pussy. Occasionally making contact with your clit.
“I want you to be the first to fuck me.”
Your words shocked him. Be the first?
He momentarily stopped and looked down at you, “Y/n, have you never…” He let the question linger in the air.
“No.” You whispered, scared at what his reaction would be.
“And you want me to be the first?” He asked gaping at you.
“Yes.”
Draco felt something within him snap and he leaned forward to claim your lips, once again moving his hip to rub his cock along the lips of your pussy.
“You sure that’s what you want? Me to be the first to fuck you? To make you feel good, huh? I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.” He said hooking his hand around your neck and whispering the words in your ear.
“Yes please, I’ve wanted you for so long.” You moan at the feeling of his hand around your neck.
Smiling a devious smile, Draco drew back and gazed down at you.
He looked down to between your legs and took his cock in his hand to align his cock at the entrance of your pussy – which was wet and ready for him.
His gaze was back on you as he leaned forward and captured your lips in his, getting lost in the feeling of the kiss, your minded drifted away and in that moment, Draco thrust his hips forward.
You gasp into the kiss, but this doesn’t stop Draco as he gently and slowly rocks his hips back and forth against you.
The slight pain slowly disappears as you grow accustomed to his size and the feeling of being full.
“So big.” You mutter and look to him with furrowed brows.
Draco appreciated the comment as it drove him more to making you feel good.
“Yeah? You like my big cock in your tight pussy?” He teased further as his hands massaged your breasts.
You nodded in response to his question, not being able to answer. You were too concentrated at the feeling within yourself.
“Oh fuck.” You moaned out as he changed the angle and lifted your legs over his shoulders.
The pace in which he was moving at increased when you began to move your hips along with him.
“You feel so good baby, so tight and wet for me.” He spoke provocatively.
Draco found it harder to not cum as you clenched around him.
He momentarily moved away from you, causing his cock to slip out of you. He turned you over so that you were now on your tummy. You lethargically laid on your front as he lifted your ass up in the air and once again thrusted into your pussy.
“I like this position better, because I’m able to…” Before the words left his mouth you felt the spank of his hand on your ass.
The sting only caused your more pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum.” You said weakly into the sheets.
Draco smirked at your words, “Does me spanking you make you want to cum?” He asked mockingly.
Another spank was delivered to your ass and soon as found yourself moaning Draco’s name into the sheets as his hips stuttered against your hips till, he released himself inside you. The headboard at this point had been bouncing off the wall and causing a noise.
Although all Draco could hear were the moans and groans being made between the two of you. He kept thrusting into you, chasing the feeling of pleasure you both were feeling.
Long moments passed by as you and Draco moved around to be more comfortable.
“That was quite something.” You said gazing at him shyly.
“Definitely… we have a lot to talk about after this, because I’m not going to go back to ignoring each other after this project is done.” He stated looking at you seriously.
“I know, that’s the last thing I want.” You said kissing him.
“Besides, this isn’t something enemies would do.” You chuckle as he rolls his eyes.
Summary: Ten years ago, Draco was sure you were dead. But after receiving a letter from none other than you, his world is flipped upside down.
Pairing: Draco x Reader
Word Count:4k+
Genre: Fluff, a lil angsty
Requested:No, requests currently closed while I finish my sitting requests :)
Warnings:None
A/N: I know it’s been a while, and this is likely all over the place~ just something that’s been on my mind for a while and finally had some time to sit down and plot it out! Part 2?
The warmth of the fire can’t drive away the cold. It creeps in, starting from his toes and runs all the way to his chest. That cold that can only be associated with his own sadness. Draco sits in his favorite chair by the hearth, his eyes scanning the letter over and over again. Surely he’d seen this before.
Summary: Sneaky meet ups with Draco where nobody knows the two of you have a thing for the other until the day he sees someone flirting with you and lets his jealousy get the best of him. AU where its around seventh year and Voldermort never existed so Draco never got traumatized !
Warnings: light smut/hinted smut, jealous/possessive-ish Draco, a little more mature themes
Words: 1.8K
A/N: aging him UP for this one ! and making draco a tad rude bc the way i picture it is just WOW also i like to try to change up the way i write him sometimes :) also couldn’t find this gif anywhere so if it looks low quality its bc i made it >:( i want so badly for him to walk up to me like thaaaat anyways I HOPE THIS IS GOOD
It was a funny thing, feelings, and the way they blossomed in places they had no business being in. Those very specific stomach churning butterflies and skipped heartbeats were unmistakably there every time you found yourself in the Slytherin Prince’s presence. It was a shame really, you had never even given him the time of day prior to the time you were forced to work on a Charms project together but now here you were; completely and undeniably entranced by him.
Your group of y/h friends and you were gathered in the foyer outside the Great Hall, the doors wide open and welcoming students for the lunch that was going to be served in just a few minutes. Your friends were lost in conversation and you couldn’t be happier as your focus darted around the room hoping to spot the platinum mop of hair.
Out of sheer coincidence, a boisterous group of Slytherins had entered the foyer from the direction of the dungeons, all talking loudly and jokingly pushing each other as they came into view. Your eyes landed on the laughing blond in the middle, his toothy grin almost twinkling under the sunlight that streamed in through the large medieval windows. His gaze wandered around the room for a moment before stopping on you, the smile on his face morphing into a smug knowing smirk.
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
“No Draco, pay attention. You can’t add bloodroot and wartcap powder in the same cauldron. It releases a toxin that-“ You look over at him and he’s staring off at a group of girls. You shove him, “Are you even listening to me?”
“Yeah yeah, salamander blood and bursting mushrooms explode, blah blah blah,” he brushed you off while you were trying to help him, again.
“That’s definitely not what I said at all. Look if you want to fail your potions quiz that’s on you. I have other people who actually want my help,” you shut your book and stood from your seat in the large library.
His gaze never broke from a group of Ravenclaw girls who kept giggling as they looked up at Draco. You rolled your eyes and gathered the rest of your things.
“Goodbye Draco.” You walked away from the table where the both of you sat. You were tired of fighting every girl for his attention even when you were doing him a favor. Even in the platonic sense, it was exhausting, not to mention the way it hurt your heart.
“What,” he turned around to face you but you were gone. “Oh.”
You walked out of the library, upset that once again Draco would rather stare at girls than spend any time with you.
“Hey y/n!” Someone shouted at you from down the hallway. You looked up to see Theo running to catch up to you.
“Yes Theo?” you laugh slightly at his out-of-breath presence.
“Do you have time to help me study today? I could really use it. I’m going to fail that quiz.”
“I don’t know…” You paused taking in the idea of helping another Slytherin boy study, not sure if it was worth it.
“Please I’m begging you,” his hands were together like he was praying to a god and he sounded so desperate for your help.
“I like it when you beg,” a smile crossed your face as he gave you a disapproving look and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“y/n this is serious, I really do need your help,” he whined.
“Okay okay. I’ll help you. Go get your books I’ll meet you back in the library in twenty minutes.”
“Yes thank you! I owe you.” He looked so excited like you had just saved his ass.
“I’ll see you in twenty.” He smiled and nodded and you both went your separate ways.
Fifteen minutes later Theo walked into the library and sat down at a table to wait for you.
Draco saw Theo sitting by himself with his potions book looking through the subject matter for the test. He excused himself from the girls he had been flirting with since you left to go sit with his friend.
“What are you doing studying alone Nott?” Draco asked before being shushed by a couple of people around them.
“I’m waiting on y/n. She is going to help me study.”
“She is?” Draco sounded stunned to hear you were going to help someone else as you had just left him in the library.
“Yeah, I asked like twenty minutes ago if she would be able to help me.”
As you headed back to the library you got caught talking to a friend which left Theo in the library longer than you meant to.
When you walked up to Theo’s table you were apologizing blindly about being late, so much so that you didn’t realize Draco was standing on the other side of him.
“Since when do you apologize for being late?” Draco asked, snark in his voice.
“I apologize to those who value my time. Theo, I apologize for keeping you waiting, are you ready to get started?”
“Uh yeah,” Theo could sense the tension between you and your best friend.
“If you’ll excuse us Draco, we have studying to do,” You smiled fakely at Draco as you walked to an adjacent table. Theo looked at Draco, shrugged, and followed suit to the new table you sat at.
A few hours passed and Theo had a bit more confidence in his ability to pass the test that plagued Hogwarts’ students.
You walked back to your dorm to relax in your bed for a while before dinner. Just when you changed into a more comfortable outfit and laid down on your bed you heard a knock on your door.
“Ugh, who is it?!” Without a response, your door opened, and in stepped Draco. “You know it’s not polite to walk into someone’s room unannounced.”
“Yeah well, it’s not like you are the most polite, especially to me.” You rolled your eyes at his comment.
“So why are you here?”
“Do you like Theo?”
“Okay, so we are just jumping to conclusions all around today huh?”
“That didn’t answer my question.” He looked annoyed and anxious as he fidgeted with his hands.
“Why do you care? You’ve never cared about who I’ve liked in the past.”
“Yeah that’s the past, this is the present. Now answer my question.”
“It’s not any of your business.”
“You made it my business when you ditched me for him earlier.”
“I didn’t ditch you. You weren’t listening or paying any attention to me. There was no point in me sitting and talking to myself wasting my day away when I know I’m going to pass the quiz tomorrow.” You were becoming increasingly frustrated by the constant question Draco kept asking.
“Just tell me if you like him, it was a simple question.”
“I don’t like him stupid. I like you!“ In a quick moment of frustration, you let one of your biggest secrets free into the open. Draco was quiet but so were you. Your eyes hadn’t left the floor since you last spoke, the silence in the room making your stomach churn. The fear of losing your best friend was eating you alive.
Draco stepped closer to you, you could see his feet as you looked at yours. His hand reached down to your chin as he tilted your gaze up to his.
“Is that true?” His hand never left your soft skin as his eye contact burned into you. You nodded your head lightly as tears filled your eyes terrified of the outcome of this conversation. You blinked and tears rolled slowly down your cheeks. “Why are you crying angel?”
You took a deep breath and began to speak, “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ve ruined our relationship.” Draco chuckled lightly.
“You haven’t ruined anything love. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say those words.” Your head perked up at that statement.
“W-what?”
“I’ve waited for you to say those words for longer than you know.”
“You have?” The tears in your eyes were long gone as you stared at the blonde.
“Can I show you how much I’ve wanted this moment?” He said caressing your cheek with his strong hands.
“I- yes.” At that moment he kissed you. The comfort of his soft lips against yours felt like heaven. Your arms wrapped around his neck almost by instinct. The kiss got more intense as his hands traveled to your waist.
Your first kiss with the man of your dreams seemed almost never-ending and you were perfectly happy with that.
Draco’s hands sat on the underside of your thighs, he gripped you tightly as if he was holding onto a dream. Your lips traveled across his cheek and down his neck.
Draco’s voice was low and sultry as he whispered into your ear, “You are so perfect. I’m sorry for the way I’ve acted the past couple of months. It was easier to push you away and-”
You looked up at Draco as he explained himself to you, not wanting to focus on the past you interrupted him. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
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.
author’s note: first of all just wanted to say if anyone still cares that i’m so sorry about the joker fic, ik i haven’t updated in months - i started writing a new update but still don’t have any ideas on how to progress it:(( writer’s block sucks.
this is just a quick dramione one shot bc i’ve been in a pottah mood lately. also, isn’t it amazing how daniel radcliffe wrote the hp books?? jk rowling? i don’t know her.
the second wizarding war is over, and voldemort has been defeated. for hermione granger, however, the scars remain. suffering from ptsd and with her relationship with ron on the rocks, hermione has taken to working regular shifts at the leaky cauldron to keep her mind off things. one night, she comes across a familiar face. (draco x hermione) beware: much angst, but with a healthy dose of fluff at the end.
trigger warning: ptsd, nightmares, alcoholism, mentions of violence, trauma
I don’t never want to drink again. I just, I just need a friend. Amy Winehouse, ‘Rehab’
The flickering glow of recently lit candles bathes the Leaky Cauldron in a dim light. Outside, darkness has fallen.
Hermione hates the night. It reminds her that her shift is almost over, and that she will soon have to leave the dull comfort of the pub to face a crumbling relationship and, later, nightmares in garish colours of black and red. That’s if she manages to sleep at all.
She sighs, rubbing her tired eyes. Ron is a kind man and her best friend, but they just weren’t cut out to be lovers. What started as a tiny, nagging doubt has now become an incessant worry of Hermione’s - one that she is sure Ron can sense, too. But they care too much for each other to at least not try to make it work.
She wonders who will break the news first.
Hermione tries to push the uncomfortable thoughts out of her mind - like that’s ever worked before - and sets to methodically scrubbing the bar. Small, circular motions, one, two, one, two - you could just as easily use magic, you know - shut up, one, two…
The door opens, and someone enters. Hermione’s head snaps up. A new customer, thank god, something to do, someone to talk to - the Cauldron is nearly empty, at this hour.
The new arrival wears a hooded black robe and looks at the ground as he walks, so Hermione can’t see his face. His gait is timid and suspicious, like he’s scared someone will lash out at him - but he’s looking at Hermione like he recognises her, and as he turns away, she sees a flash of platinum blonde hair under the hood -
It can’t be him.
She hasn’t seen him in close to a year.
The man who she thinks is Draco Malfoy sits down at a table, as far away from Hermione as possible.
A waitress, the only other person aside from Hermione who’s working tonight, approaches him and asks if he’d like a drink. He murmurs something in reply - ‘I’m sorry, I can’t hear you’ - another murmur - ‘It’s the hood - if you’d take it off, then I could hear’ - a sigh, and then the hood comes off with a resigned yank,and the waitress gasps.
It is him.
‘Get me something strong - not a butterbeer.’
‘Y - yes.’
She scurries off.
Hermione stares at the boy who bullied her mercilessly back at Hogwarts - at the man who watched as Bellatrix Lestrange carved mudbloodinto her arm - at the prisoner who both she and the rest of the wizarding world had last seen on trial.
‘Draco Lucius Malfoy, you have been charged with aiding and abetting the war crimes and crimes against humanity committed by one Tom Marvolo Riddle and his followers, and the attempted murder of one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore -’
People always used to say about Harry that there wouldn’t be a child alive who didn’t know his name.
Hermione never thought that the day would come when she’d compare Harry Potter to Draco Malfoy.
He was lucky to escape Azkaban, but he looks like he’s just left.
Draco’s face is gaunt, with hollowed-out cheeks. There’s not much left of the proud, pureblooded aristocrat in him, except for maybe the white blonde hair which is as it’s always been, perhaps just a little longer than usual. His eyes look empty and sad.
He glances over at Hermione, but when he sees her looking, quickly looks away. The waitress returns with his drink.
You should talk to him -
He doesn’t deserve it. He fought for the monster who tried to wipe out my whole kind, for God’s sake -
But did he really want to? You know what his father is like.
That’s - that’s not an excuse. And anyway, he wants to be left alone. We’d just start arguing again, like we did back at school.
Are you scared?
…
What, of Malfoy the bloody ferret?!
Hermione tries to block out the voice, and continues to scrub furiously at the bar. When she dares look up, she sees that Draco has finished his drink. He orders another one, downing it quickly. And another. And another.
God, how much does he drink?
What if he passes out? Then it’ll be all your fault for not stopping him when you could.
Shut up. I don’t care what happens to him, anyway.
Still scared?
Shut it.
Some Gryffindor you are.
That does it. With shaking hands, Hermione pours herself a butterbeer - you’ll need it - and walks to the table where Draco is sitting, slumped over his fourth drink. He looks up at her with bloodshot eyes, and she instantly regrets her decision.
‘Ah, Granger. I was wondering when you’d decide to grace us with your presence.’ He’s drunk, and his voice is deeper, deep like a muggle who smokes too many cigarettes.
Hermione’s normally brilliant mind goes blank, so she responds the only way she knows.
‘Shut up, Malfoy.’
Oh, for fucks sake. At least Ron and Harry would be proud.
Draco stares at her. For a moment, Hermione’s terrified that he’s going to start shouting, like alcoholics always do in films.
Oh god, he can’t be an alcoholic, can he?
She doesn’t know why that thought upsets her.
But he doesn’t shout. He starts to laugh. A loud, throaty laugh that makes the few people left in the Cauldron turn and stare. He sounds like he hasn’t laughed in years, which may, Hermione thinks, actually be the case. Then she starts to laugh too, at the absurdity of the whole situation. When they’ve cackled themselves sore, Draco motions to the chair opposite him.
‘Come on, Granger. Sit down. I need someone to talk to.’
So Hermione sits. An awkward silence settles, heavy with the years of not-so-pleasant history between them. She tries to break the ice.
‘How are you?’
She can hear the voice in her head laughing at her. Draco’s lips are pulled into a smirk.
‘Always so polite.’
Hermione takes a shaky gulp of butterbeer, and its warm burn gives her a jolt of much needed confidence.
‘So you’re saying I should be rude to you?’
‘After everything that’s happened, I’m surprised that you’re not.’
She doesn’t know what to say to that.
‘Anyway, to answer your first question,’ says Draco, ‘I am how I look. Bloody terrible. You seem to be doing pretty well for yourself, though.’
Hermione scoffs. He must not be a very good judge of character.
‘I take it then that you’re not,’ says Draco.
Bitterness bubbles up inside of her, like the potions they used to brew for Snape. Is he still just as ignorant as he used to be?
‘When you’ve risked your life and the lives of those you love countless times to fight a man who wants to murder all the muggleborns on the face on this Earth, you tend to have a few problems afterwards.’
Draco flinches.
‘Listen, Granger, about that -’
But Hermione can’t keep the anger hidden anymore. At first, she thought that not talking about it with anyone, not even Ron or Harry, would make it go away, but -
‘Oh, you’re sorry? If you care to remember, you called me a mudblood hundredsof times - so many times I can’t even count - and then you worked for Voldemort, and tried to kill Dumbledore, and watched as your fucking aunt hacked at me like an animal for the fun of it -’
A sob breaks through, and Hermione looks down at her glass. She’s drunk more than she thought.
A lone tear slivers down her nose and falls, plop, into the butterbeer.
‘Granger -’
‘What?’
Draco flinches again, like she’s slapped him.
‘I’m sorry.’
He sounds like a little boy again. Hermione remembers lying in bed in her second year dormitory, the day that Draco first called her mudblood.She remembers crying, wishing he’d say to her what he’s just said now. It means so much, but at the same time, it means nothing.
She sniffs back an onslaught of tears. ‘Sorry won’t make the nightmares go away.’
A cold chill passes between them.
‘I have nightmares too,’ he says.
You bloody bastard, this isn’t about you, Hermione wants to scream. But Draco’s eyes are cold and haunted, so she lets him talk. Some things never change.
‘They’re always at the Manor, or at Hogwarts, but with all the bodies from the battle -’
He drinks more from his glass, like the alcohol will wash the memories away.
‘And there’s a snake, but with Voldemort’s red eyes.’ Draco’s whispering, now. ‘And it slides up the table towards me - and - and my family is watching - and I can’t move - and then it opens… opens its mouth.’
A little talk - girl to girl - she’s lying on the cold stone floor - her sleeve is ripped up, and her bare arm feels naked in the cold air - but the cold is nothing compared to the pain - it hurts, hurts so much - Draco is trying to look away, but he’s not doing anything - why, why won’t you do anything, you bastard -
‘I dream of you too, sometimes.’ His chin wobbles. ‘Of my aunt, and - and what happened.’
‘What she did to me.’ Hermione can feel the scar on her arm, the jagged indents of the knife -
He nods, trembling. ‘What she did to you.’ Another gulp from the glass.
‘You shouldn’t drink so much.’
‘It makes the pain go away.’
They sit in silence for a few moments. The butterbeer is making Hermione’s head swim.
‘Why are you here, Draco?’
‘I wanted a drink.’
‘No, I mean -’
‘I left the Manor after my trial. Too many… memories.’
‘But didn’t your father -’
‘Try to stop me - yes. Told me I’d be forsaking the Malfoy name and money if I left.’ He breathes out shakily. ‘I left anyway.’
Hermione is shocked. ‘I thought family was everything to you Slytherins.’
A small ghost of a smile. ‘Not everything.’ It falls again. ‘Leaving my mother was hard, though.’
Hermione always thinks of Narcissa Malfoy as a stuck-up, unfeeling sort of woman. But she’s infinitely better than Draco’s father.
‘So where do you live now?’
‘I don’t live anywhere.’ Draco sees the look on Hermione’s face. ‘I know, a Malfoy living without his family riches - it was hard to get used to, I must admit. Especially sleeping in pub toilets. But I’m too scared to get a -’
‘A job?’ Hermione sees how embarrassed he looks.
‘Yes, for - for obvious reasons. I’ve tried twice before - but everyone knows who I am, you see, and no-one really wants to - you know. This is the first time I managed to pluck up the courage to come in here. I certainly never expected to find you. Why are you here, by the way? I heard,’ he swallows, ‘you live with Weasley now.’ There’s an odd look on Draco’s face.
‘I do,’ says Hermione. ‘It’s just - I don’t know. The routine of working here takes my mind off of everything. Like you said - if I don’t keep busy, the memories - they’re too much.’
‘I understand,’ murmurs Draco.
And he does.
A strange feeling takes over Hermione.
I can’t believe I’m about to do this.
‘Listen, Malfoy. There’s a - there’s a spare room, upstairs, here. With a bed. If you wanted to -’
Draco looks like he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing.
‘You’d let me stay here?’ he whispers.
‘Well, no-one uses it anymore, so, y - yes. But it might be a bit dusty. And you can’t work here - because I don’t think being around -’ She motions to their glasses. ‘I don’t think it’s good for you.’
And suddenly, Draco Malfoy starts to cry.
Hermione stares at him, open-mouthed.
‘Why are you being so kind to me?’ His shoulders rack with sobs. ‘You should - Hermione, you should hateme for what I’ve done to you.’
You called me Hermione.
‘I - I don’t deserve -’
For some reason, her heart constricts, and her breath hitches in her throat. Hermione leans forward, swaying a little from the alcohol, and puts her hand on Draco’s arm. With a chill, she realises that the Dark Mark lurks underneath the grubby cloth.
Draco jolts back, shocked at her sudden gesture. For a moment, Hermione’s terrified that he’s going to pull away - but he doesn’t, and melts into her touch.
She remembers, all those years ago, seeing Draco with his father at Flourish and Blotts. She knew then that this was a man who’d never hugged his son. Back then, Hermione couldn’t fathom a life without the warm hugs that her muggle parents so frequently gave her.
She can feel Draco’s blood pumping beneath his skin. Slowly, he repays the debt, and Hermione feels the heavy weight of his hand curve around her arm. Fingers trace a ghostly touch over her scar. He’s stopped sobbing, but his grey eyes are still wet. They remind Hermione of misty hillsides on an the early morning. Salty tears crystallise on beautiful black lashes, and his face is flushed.
He presses his lips to hers. It’s soft, and a sweet hurt.
Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader, Slytherin!reader x Draco Malfoy Word Count: 2,076 Warnings: fluff, none
“Now,really, Mr. Malfoy, I am morethan capable of handling this,” you heard the voice of Madam Pomfrey scoff in an offended tone.
“Thenwhy isn’t she awake yet?” Draco hissed. Your brain was swimming in fog, you could hear everything around you, but your eyelids were just so heavy.
“I’ve told you, there’s no telling how long someone will remain unconscious once they’ve passed out,” Madam Pomfrey sighed, and the clinking of tools and swishing of liquid could be heard.
“That’s rubbish!” Draco all but shouted.
“Draco,” Snape’s drawling voice sounded, warning him to hush. “I think what my eager young student means is, surely there’s some way of knowing?”
“Well judging by how her eyes are flitting under her lids I’d say she could wake up at any point,” she answered. You felt your face grow slightly warm, but you struggled to successfully pry open your lids.
“Y/N?” a cold hand found yours atop the sheet and the movement seemed to jolt your body awake. Opening your eyes, you blinked a few times before finding Draco leaning towards you, his face scrunched with worry. Snape stood above him, several paces back, looking indifferent about it all.
“Draco?” you croaked, your throat thick with sleep still.
“Hey! You’re alright!” he said, visibly relaxing as you grinned sleepily at him.
“Course I am. I’ve done worse,” you shrugged, looking down at your wrapped hand.
“Well, that’s reassuring,” Snape muttered under his breath. “I suppose since she’s awake I’m no longer necessary?”
“No, Severus, you’re no longer necessary,” Madam Pomfrey said icily.
“Excellent,” Snape sneered. “Draco, mind her.”
“Of course, sir,” Draco said quickly. And with a swish of his cloak, Snape was gone.
“Complete sodding tosser,” Draco hissed, tightening his grip on your hand subconsciously. Looking away, not wanting to read too much into his presence, you noticed the sun was well behind the mountains in the distance, casting the room in shadow.
“What time is it?” you asked.
“Er, dunno. After dinner I’d guess, it got quite loud just a bit ago but it’s died down now,” Draco said, gesturing behind him to the hall.
“What happened?” you asked; you had a general idea, of course–it wasn’t your head you injured, but everything after you blacked out was blank.
“You don’t remember?” Draco said, his face taking on the anxious, pinched look again. “Does your head feel alright? I thought I caught you before you fell but maybe you hit the desk on the way down.”
Seeing Draco anxiously fret was a completely foreign sight. His eyebrows furrowed and raised slightly, his lips pursed, his hands flying to your exposed skin, feeling for a nonexistent fever.
“You what?” you gasped. Just when the situation couldn’t get any more embarrassing, now you found you collapsed inhis arms? What was this a bloody novel?
“Well, you asked if I was mad at you–all I was asking is if you were alright; your eyes couldn’t focus and you kept swaying slightly. And then your eyes slid shut and you went limp, sliding off the stool seat. I dove forward and caught you just before your head smacked the floor, but you were completely out. Really scared a few people, I think Jal nearly fainted as well. Anyway, Snape was going to take you himself, but I insisted. I don’t bloody trust him with you, I mean, it was all he could do to wait until you were awake to leave. And now here we are,” he explained.
“Oh, Godric, Jal is probably freakingout,” you sighed, leaning back.
Just as your head hit the pillow, the door swung open and you both turned to see Blaise striding towards you, his hands in his pockets.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Draco asked. Though his tone was annoyed, his face softened slightly as Blaise approached.
“Alright, then?” he asked you in his deep voice, largely ignoring Draco’s outburst.
“Suppose so,” you shrugged. “Jal sent you, then?”
“Yeah, she can be very,” he paused, a small smile pulling at his dark features, “persuasive.”
“I was going to say completely fucking mad, but that works too,” you laughed. The smile set into his face at that and you smiled smugly to yourself; getting Blaise to change facial expressions alone was a feat, let alone a full smile.
“She wanted to come,” he started, pulling a hand from his pocket to gesture backwards.
“Yeah, she doesn’t do blood; I know,” you sighed, laughing slightly, remembering her woozy disposition when she leaked once on her period.
“Nearly passed out herself when you lifted your hand,” he remembered.
“It was pretty gnarly looking,” you allowed, casting a look down at your hand.
“Alright now though?” Blaise asked, leaning sideways to look at your hand himself.
“Mostly. It’s wrapped in, what the hell is this?” you asked, gesturing down to the light pink wrappings.
“Dittany petals,” Draco answered.
“Ah, you’ll be fine, then,” Blaise said, standing straight again. “Oh, hang on.”
Fishing in his pocket, Blaise pulled two, covered, tiny objects out and pulled his wand. “Engorgio,” he spoke. The objects enlarged and a second later he held two full size, teetering, plates. Draco reached out and grabbed one, laying it across your lap before grabbing the other for himself. Opening the lid, you found a plate of fish and chips–your favorite.
“Oi! Cheers, mate!” you smiled, popping a delicious chip into your mouth.
“Jal sent me with them,” he shrugged. “I should get on, then. She’s probably sitting right next to the door waiting for me.”
“Probably,” you giggled.
“I’ll see you later?” he asked, turning to address Draco for the first time.
“Yeah, I’ll be down in a few,” he answered, uncovering a plate of meat and potatoes. At Draco’s response, Blaise turned and strode out of the wing.
“Stiff git,” you laughed, watching the way Blaise’s movements stayed tightly controlled, clenched, almost.
“You have no idea,” Draco muttered, forking a bite into his mouth.
“You don’t have to stay with me, I know you’d probably rather be in the common rooms entertaining your goons,” you said, giving him an out.
“There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” he answered simply, taking another bite. The heat crept up into your face without hesitation now and you smiled to yourself. The next few minutes were quiet, but comfortable. The clinking and scraping of your utensils filled the otherwise silent wing, along with Pomfrey’s shuffling in her office. After you were finished eating, Draco took your plate and stacked it with his, laying it on the table next to you.
“How are you feeling, love?” Madam Pomfrey spoke suddenly, startling you.
“Alright, bit stiff,” you answered, wincing as you tried to flex your fingers.
“Yes, that was a particularly nasty gouge. Always happens, though it’s usually the first years who end up cutting themselves,” she said, both comforting and embarrassing you. “Haven’t had it to the bone in years, though.”
“Happy to oblige,” you smiled tightly as she peeled back the petals to check on your hand.
“Almost there dear. Since it’s already so late, I’m going to keep you overnight. By morning it should be healed and ready to go,” she said, rising and whisking around your bed. “Best be getting back to your dorms, Mr. Malfoy.”
“I’m staying,” the words were a fact; not a request, not a demand, but a declaration.
“That won’t be necessary, Mr. Malfoy, I assure you I’m more than–”
“Professor Snape asked me to stay with her; I’m sure my father would agree with Professor Snape. Unless you’d like to ask them?” he all but sneered, angry she was trying to boot him.
“Draco, it’s–” you cut yourself off at the intense look in his eye as he shot his glare to you.
“This is really most inappropriate! A boy staying with a girl in an empty wing!” she bristled, annoyed at the situation. She met Draco’s eyes and they locked in a stalemate for a few tense moments. “Fine. But I’ll be right on the other side of that door.”
“I should bloody well hope so,” Draco snapped, causing her to huff offendedly and whisk off to her office, shutting it harder than necessary.
“You have a talent for pissing people off,” you remarked, trying to ease the tension that lingered in the air.
“Yields results though,” he sighed, rubbing his face.
“Are you alright?” you asked.
“AmI alright? I’m fine,” he laughed mirthlessly. You looked at him intently, but he seemed to be solid in his resolve, and being the private person Draco was, you dropped it. “You should get some sleep.”
“I should get some sleep? Youshould get some sleep–I’ve just spent the last 5 hours unconscious,” you laughed. Despite yourself, a yawn slipped past your lips. “Alright, I suppose I am a bit tired.”
“Get some sleep. I’ll be here,” he said, leaning back in his seat.
“You need sleep too. You should go back to your dorm. Seriously, Draco, I’ll be fine,” you tried to convince him but he crossed his arms and settled in.
“Get some sleep,” he repeated, this time an edge to his voice.
“Fine,” you pouted, turning over on your side and pulling up your covers. Within seconds, the black behind your eyes became richer and your head spun slightly as you began to fall asleep. “You’re adorable when you pout,” you thought you heard Draco whisper. Did ‘adorable’ even exist in his vocabulary? And without another thought, the black pulled you under once more.
“Y/N? Are you awake?” you heard Draco speak softly. You knew you should answer, but the curiosity was too much. There was no light in front of your lids, no birds chirping softly, even the shufflings of Madam Pomfrey were nonexistent. You guessed it was deep in the night.
“Talking to a sleeping girl in the middle of the hospital wing,” Draco sighed, and you could practically see him push back his hair, running a pale hand through his blonde locks. “Who the hell have I become?”
“Look at what you’ve done to me.” His voice was softer now, and you felt the weight of his hand fall on your leg. “Turned me into an anxious, quivering mess. Probably looked like something out of a horror movie, carrying your lifeless body through the halls, leaving a trail of blood in our wake. Scared the fucking hell out of me. Good Godric. You can’t do that to me. You can’t,”
He paused, words seemed to fail him and you strained to hear his quiet words.
“I dunno how, but you’ve wormed your way in. And now you live there, all day, everyday. Sometimes I don’t know if it’s better or worse that we’re in the same house. Can hardly pay attention in class when you’re right there to look at. Watching you laugh with Jal, the way your Y/E/C eyes light up when you know the answer, the little pout on your lips as we head down into the dungeons for Potions, the way the fire in the common rooms reflects off your Y/H/C hair. But then, if you weren’t there for me to watch I’d wonder about you all day. Might even sneak around to find you. Is that weird? Probably, just a bit stalkerish. Suppose no weirder than talking to an unconscious girl in a hospital wing.” He sighed then once more. “What would someone as good as you want with me?”
The way he spoke made it clear how he thought of himself, and it made your chest hurt. You thought he might say more, but after a few minutes it seemed as though he was done. The weight of his hand left your bed and a moment later a slight creaking could be heard. Once you felt it was safe enough to do so, you peeked through an eye and saw him lying in a cot Madam Pomfrey must’ve drawn up.
With his eyes closed, relaxed, with the covers drawn to his chin he looked much younger. The darkness usually shadowing his features was gone, the nearly constant annoyed crease in his brow was smooth, his lips puckered slightly as he settled into a deep sleep.
Smiling softly to yourself, amazed at the fact you had Draco Malfoy sleeping in a cot by your bedside, you let your lids slide closed again.
indelicate marks: chapter thirteen - the window ledge
A/N: hello everyone! sorry its been so long since my last update.. but finally here is chapter thirteen!! thank you again for the support and i hope you enjoy. there should be around another seven chapters left. all my love - ivy
warnings: language, descriptions of kissing, nothing really nsfw, angst if you squint
You couldn’t breathe. Not that you cared, with the way Draco’s lips fit so well against yours. They remained for only a moment, dragging so carefully across yours that your heart stopped, dead. And then you’d fallen back, hand pulling away from his skin and hovering in the air as you stared at him. A confusing mix of lingering delight and terror swirled in the pit of your stomach, breath catching in the back of your throat. Oh shit. Did I actually just do that? Did I just kiss Draco bloody Malfoy? You were waiting for him to jump up and leave, body flashing cold. Yet, Draco hadn’t moved. He’d had to lean in a little with the force of your grasp. and he’d now frozen in place. Despite the glaze of shock, however, his eyes were stormy and dark, fixed on you, unwavering. Finally, you allowed the smallest breath of air to escape you. “I shouldn’t have done that.” You whispered, shaky. Draco’s lips twitched, so slight, yet your gaze followed the movement exactly. “No.” The single word prompted a more enforced, agonising stab at your chest. Though, a fire still managed to spark within your gut, with the way his voice had dropped an octave lower. It was dark, captivating, even within your own dismay. Draco was capable of making you feel everything at once, and it was addictive. Yet, as you prepared yourself for him to finally leave - he gave another, low mutter. “No, you fucking shouldn’t have.” And then his hand snapped to your jaw, and dragged you back towards him. With no hesitation, you met him halfway, hand dropping back into place at the back of his neck. Every single thought and every slight movement became dedicated to Draco. The way his lips moved, hungry and passionate, yet so careful, the edge of peppermint on his breath. He shifted with ease from where he once positioned himself on the edge of the window sill so his body shadowed yours. Spare hand set on the wall beside your head to prop himself up, his fingers brushed over your hip. His touch ignited your skin delightfully, teeth dragging across yours in the slightest. It was very clear that Draco had done this before - and it was most likely obvious your hadn’t. Every tiny movement earned him small, involuntary gasps, and each time Draco would deepen the kiss as it left you. Your arms wrapped around him, desperate to drag him closer. Yet, as your neck strained back a little more to meet him, a jolt of pain shot through the back of your head. A yelp came before you could pull away, and you winced as he shot back to stare at you with wide eyes. “Shit - what’s wrong?” Tone panicked, but still breathy, Draco set his hands on each shoulder. “Are you okay?” “Yeah - no - Draco, I’m fine.” His eyes were frantic as it searched you for any form of injury, and you cupped his face to tilt it back to you. Lips flickering into a gentle smile, you met his gaze. “I’m alright. Just a little pain in my head, that’s all.” Heart rate picking up at the sight of his swollen lips, they straightened, a flash of guilt shooting over his features. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have been so-” “I said I am fine, Draco.” You interrupted him, an amused glint twinkling in your eye. “Well, excuse me for caring about your well-being.” Draco grunted, hands pulling back from your shoulders. He readjusted himself on the ledge, crossing his arms across his chest - withdrawing. Before you could come to worry, however, he shot you a glance, brimming with a good humour. Scanning his features, you allowed yourself to smile, a full feeling settling in your chest. There was a small silence, then. Your eyes didn’t shift from him once, and eventually, you spoke. “Are we…” You hesitated, even as you began, instinctively fiddling with your sleeve. Head shooting up, Draco’s brown tightened at your sudden change of atmosphere. “Are we going to talk about that?” His features stilled. Anxiety filtered back to you, a pang of nausea hitting your stomach as he did. “No.” Draco finally said, tone firm. Something in his eyes was dark, but not in the greedy manner it had been earlier, and you tried to ignore the regret that crept up on you. “I think we should.” You tried, voice soft, glad you could keep any indication of your concern hidden. Still, the corners of his mouth only pulled into a subtle frown, his entire attitude unsettled. Because he wasn’t acting angry, or cold. He wasn’t withdrawing into himself, like he tended to do whenever you dared bring up feelings. Yet, he was still acting on edge, as though he was nervous. Conflicted. “Not now.” Draco shook his head to emphasise his point. He was searching your expression with an unexpected earnest. “You need to rest more, and I don’t want to have to argue with you tonight. It’s been eventful enough already.” It was your turn to scowl. Nails squeezing into the palms of your hands to release the tension, you avoided his eyes. “Why are we going to argue?” “I said, not now.” Set, Draco only fixed you with a glare - but it softened a little at your pained expression. He let out a sigh, hand creeping to yours to uncurl it as he did so. Something in that mix of stubbornness and softness overcame you. With a slight shake of the head, you murmured a reply. “Fine.” Mouth quirking up, almost in a thankful manner, you captured his expression before it fell. His fingers withdrew from yours, and your chest shifted desperately at the loss of contact. “Come on.” Draco sighed, again. “Let me walk you back to the dorms.” The room had gone mostly dark. It was definitely past curfew, most likely late into the night at this point. Although, you had no idea how long you had passed out for in the first place. Worry shifted back into your chest, shooting Draco a glimpse. “I-” Another hesitation. Draco arched an eyebrow up with his usual dead expression. “Could we stay here? For the night?” Draco stilled again. Jolting back into panic, for another time too many that night, you began to fall into a rant. “I just mean, after everything I don’t want to be on my own and it’s - it would be nice to have someone to be with-” “If we’re staying here, at least give me a bit more room so I can actually sit down properly.” He spoke, ignoring your rushed explanation. You gaped at him for a moment, mind going blank. Until, he shifted his eyebrow up again, watching you expectantly. “Oh-” You tried to bite back the heat in your cheeks at your delay. Shuffling yourself further into the corner, Draco was quick to place himself next to you, swinging his legs onto the ledge with an exhale of relief. You were close, again. Very close. Usually, Draco would sit at the other end of the ledge, like he had been before. And whilst you’d been close a number of times now, lingering tension caused you to freeze up. It must have been obvious, though, as Draco turned his head to throw you a disbelieving glare. He spoke with a scoff. “Merlin, you’re getting shy now?” “You’re the one that made it bloody awkward, you arse.” Shooting back a reply, you refused to look at him, but still sent a glare in his direction as you folded your arms. You could almost feel the roll of his eyes, but then he had slung his arm around you. Tugging you into the crook of your elbow, you fell into him. Heart jumping, you managed to push the tension anyway and soon relaxed into him. Draco rested his chin on your head, as always. Melting into him was easier than breathing. It was surprising how you’d become so comfortable wrapped in his arms. “Draco?” You mumbled, after a moment, voice muffled by his shirt. He replied with a simple hum, chest rumbling under your head. Thumb sweeping over your shoulder, a small shiver ran down your spine, and you allowed your eyes to sink shut. “Thank you.” His breathing paused - prompting your heart to follow suit. The gap between your words and his reply stretched out so long that you expected him to say something unexpected. But, then, he pulled you in the tiniest bit tighter, and you felt the faint brush of his lips over the crown of your head. Your entire body squeezed with adoration. It was the only reply you needed. Body heavy, fatigue hit you very abruptly, and you let silence consume you. Silence, all except the dull throb of his beating heart. You’d stay there, folded into his chest, forever, if he asked.
A/N: okay, i know it has been months, but i am back with another chapter! this fic has got a little attention over the weeks and honestly, all i can say is THANK YOU SO MUCH. i love to see people enjoying my work more than anything in the world, and bless you all and your patience for waiting for the next part. i am hoping to post a new chapter within the week! please feel free to drop by my inbox with any questions about the fic! i love you all very much - ivy <3
warnings: language, very mild descriptions of scars, nsfw implications, punching, a little spicy drama
And so the weeks began to slide by more easily. Ignoring the ominous words Draco had offered you that night was easier than trying to decipher them. That, you had more or less figured out in the first week of trying. In fact, ignoring most things that festered away and gave you that constant sick feeling was easier than having to acknowledge them at all. Not bringing them up to the boy you continued to meet more and more also appeared to be easier, and for a while, it stayed exactly that way. Until, that was, he went missing again. You’d agreed to meet at the classroom during your joint free period of the day. With Draco’s ‘task’ growing only further demanding, nightly meetings were much more rare. Instead, you stole your moments with him throughout the day - although, you avoided broom cupboards. This time, his disappearance was much more concerning. Whilst doubt lingered from the last time Draco managed to vanish, you were quite sure that things between you were okay. You hadn’t argued. You hadn’t even pushed for more information on his involvement with the Deatheaters. By lunch, you knew something was wrong. Shaky, you sat at the end of the Slytherin table. It was summer, and the weather was nice, so most students had opted to go sit outside or take a trip to Hogsmeade, leaving the hall almost empty. What bothered you, however, was that Pansy Parkinson and the rest of Draco’s 'gang’, were sitting unnaturally quiet a few benches away. Parkinson did look particularly disgruntled, hair a mess and skin a shade paler than usual. You waited for as long as you could stand it, hands twitching as you stared at your plate, food untouched. The thoughts inside your head were loud, and sickening. If something had happened to Draco - did someone find out about his mark? Did Lestrange find him in my thoughts back in Easter? Fuck, Draco, where are you - Parkinson stood, as did the rest of the Slytherin group. Without a second of reluctance, you shot out of your seat. Anxiety clawed at your throat, but you bit it back, calling her name before you could change your mind. “Parkinson!” She paused. Pansy didn’t even glance at you the first time, and for a second you thought she was going to ignore you. But, then, she turned, eyes flashing with a concoction of hostility and surprise as they met you. “Uh - Y/L/N?” Her eyebrow arched, scanning you with her renowned glare. Self-conscious washed over you as she did so, but you kept your features steely. “Can I help you?” “I - yeah.” You stumbled, inwardly cursing. The group that usually gravitated around her and Draco had paused, putting you on the receiving end of several dangerous stares. Pansy was silent, only watching you with her perpetual, irritated look. “Just wanted to know where Malfoy is - that’s all.” “Draco?” You noticed the way she froze for a second, before you registered his name on her lips. Quick, you nodded, glancing back at the group, who seemed to be inching back towards you. Heart rate frenzied, you eyed Pansy with what you could only label as a pleading expression. Her eyes narrowed, suspicious. “What the hell do you want with Draco?” Oh, shit. “I gave him my Potions essay for him to copy off.” You lied, hoping it came smoother than it sounded. Pansy’s face stayed eerily set, almost reminiscent to the way Draco appeared most the time. “I need it back.” Pansy was silent, again. “Pansy!” Blaise Zabini yelled from the doorway, shooting you a look as you stared at them. “Hurry up.” Pansy didn’t even acknowledge him, still scrutinising you. Then, she took a small, but intimidating step forward, setting you with a hard, guarded look. “You’re a good liar.” She muttered. “But you’re behind on school gossip.” You stayed silent. You didn’t trust yourself not to have a complete breakdown there and then if you opened your mouth. Finally throwing a glance over her shoulder, she returned to look at you in a swift motion. “Potter cornered him in the bathrooms. He’s in the hospital wing.” No. Teeth grinding together, you stared at her, sharing a look between you. It was an odd feeling, hot, in your chest. The terror of not knowing exactly what had happened to Draco, the rage at Potter, and - and the unusual relief in the understanding of Pansy’s eyes. Perhaps it was a skill she had, appearing like she knew everything, every little piece about you. Yet, the glint of recognition in her gaze told you otherwise. Before you could speak, she had turned and strode back towards her group, leaving you alone by the Slytherin table. It took you a second before the realisation of Draco’s injury set in. Then, you were launching yourself down the corridors, straight to the hospital wing. “Miss Y/L/N?” Madame Pomfrey called as you rushed in, setting your rather terrified eyes on the professor. You knew her well, by now, after so many visits - you had no reason to shy from her temper. “Draco Malfoy.” You said, without a second of hesitance. A bed at the far corner of the hospital wing was cornered off - whatever had happened in the bathrooms clearly wasn’t a secret amongst students. How the hell did I miss this? “No visitors.” She spoke with a firm tone, setting her eyes on you as you had to take in a breath. “You know I wouldn’t come here for just anyone,” You murmured, drained. The emotion, and worrying must have shown on your expression, resonating in the way her eyes softened in the slightest. “No visitors, Miss Y/L/N. I can’t make exceptions.” Stubborn as ever. “Then - I - is he okay?” “Yes.” She sighed, lips dragging down in the slightest. “He’ll live, dear. Now, please make yourself scarse, before Professor McGonagall thinks you’re causing a scene.” Madame Pomfrey began to gesture you back to the doorway you had sped through. Yet, before you could bite them back, a last, desperate attempt spilled from your mouth. “Can you at least let him know I tried?” Her lips etched further down in the tiniest. Your heart murmured in disappointment - but, as you were about to give in hope, she gave you a singular, firm nod. “Fine. Now, out of my hospital wing, girl.” The tone of her voice was enough for you to know you had pushed her to her limit. “Thank you.” Your reply came as a breath you weren’t quite sure was at all audible, soon to make it back out of the hospital wing. Draco was at least getting tended to - and Madame Pomfrey didn’t seem too stressed. All good signs that whatever had happened wasn’t too drastic, at least. Still, that persistent nausea remained, stubborn. You were definitely not in the mood for a mind numbing lesson of a History of Magic, that was for certain. The Classroom it is. At least if Draco gets out of the hospital wing I’ll know if he stopped by to see me. So lost in thought on the way to the classroom, you could have almost missed it. The three famous faces of Hogwarts, huddled together, but speeding towards what you assumed would be the Gryffindor common room. If you’d have been paying more attention, maybe you would have noticed Harry Potter’s laboured, terrified breathing, and Hermione’s furrowed brow. But they didn’t need to have been wearing Gryffindor robes for you to see red. For once, you didn’t feel your usual jittering anxiety. You didn’t weigh up what your actions would mean, what your reputation would do. Your strides became quicker, poised. Fists curled up, you bared your teeth and let out a yell. “Potter!” He didn’t even turn to look at you. No, it was his two bodyguards that spun. Expressions tired, they looked ready to face another barrage of questions from nosy students, only to drop. Hermione’s eyes lit up with panic at the sight of you, most likely looking a little deranged. Her lips shifted to say something, but your thoughts were too loud. He hurt Draco. He hurt Draco, and now I’m going to hurt him. Harry turned to face you at the last minute. Bringing back your arm, you swung your fist directly into his face. “Don’t you fucking dare touch him again!” Your voice didn’t even feel like your own as you glared down at Harry. He stumbled back, Ron quick to his aid and preventing his fall. “Y/N-” “No, Harry Potter, you fucking listen to me.” Hissing, you pushed Hermione away from you as she attempted to pull you back, despite Harry’s lack of retaliation. “You stay away from me, and you stay away from Draco.” Your eyes glinted, taking in every inch of shock across his face. “Or I will do a lot worse than give you a black eye.” “Y/N, go.” Hermione urged, gaze pressuring and a little dangerous. It was only then that you realised there were a lot more eyes on you than you once noticed. All around the corridor - students of every year, every house. Staring. Whispering. Jaw grinding together, you threw another glare at Harry for good measure. Then, you stepped back, getting away from the corridor before anything could escalate. For once, there were no scalding, angry tears to follow your mistake. There was no pounding heartbeat, or panicked breathing. For once, as you made your way to the classroom, there was only the sting of your knuckles. And, the odd satisfaction of knowing you’d at least done something for Draco. You’d stood up for him, like he’d stood up for you - and whilst, yes, there was also the concern of him being angry at you for doing so - you knew it was all you could try and do. If Draco was going to get himself killed, you’d be there to try and prevent it to any measures necessary. You’d been sat at the window ledge for hours when Draco finally made an appearance. Dusk was setting in, casting the room that warm orange you felt so comfortable within. The moment the door clicked unlocked, your heart jumped, and before you could rush to the door he was already pushing it open, eyes locking with yours instantly. Swallowing, a second of silence settled between you. There was a million words coming to mind, yet they vanished. All you could do was take in the note of his familiar grey-blue gaze. “Evening.” Finally, he spoke, twitching a corner of his lip upward as he slipped into the room and locked the door behind him. That. That was all it took. “DracoLucius Malfoy, you complete and utter idiot-” You’d scrambled to your feet in a second, eyes darting all over his body as you marched towards him and pulled him into a less than gentle embrace. Draco let out a grunt, but then you pulled back again, setting a hand either side of his face. “What the fuck did you do? Merlin, are you alright? I’ve been fucking worried sick about you all day, I had to speak to Pansy bloody Parkinson just to find out where you are-” Draco’s lips cut you off, his own hands coming to rest over yours. Your heart leapt as he did so, and despite his cool skin, you flushed warm. Every little bit of stress dissipated at the action, swiped away by his touch. Pulling back, he prized your hands off of him, although kept them tucked into his. His eyes glimmered with a certain tone of pride - one you hadn’t seen him wear often in the last few months. “You gave Potter a black eye.” Draco’s face pulled into a grin as he spoke, as though he couldn’t help himself. Chest fluttering, you realised - Draco was proud of you. “Well - yeah.” You felt your own, faint smile play along your lips. “He put you in hospital, Draco. Fuck, are you alright?” Straight back to panicking, you searched him again, the sight of him standing so full in front of you almost thrilling after such a long day. “Can you stop fretting for one second?” He pressed. “No, I cannot! What happened?” Demanding, you set him with a firm look. “You gave Potter a black eye, that’s what fucking happened!” Draco exclaimed, eyes alight and wide. “I’m aware. I did do it myself, you know.” You sighed, finally accepting that you were not going to find anything out about Draco’s injury anytime soon. “You’re bloody brilliant.” He murmured, kissing you again - this time, a lot more hastily, so much it took you by surprise. You allowed him to wrap his arms around your waist, your own hands grasping at the back of his hair as his lips played atop of yours. Only, for them to travel across your jawline, breath hitching as they did so. “I wish I was there to have seen it.” Draco whispered, voice dark, tempting. “Stop sexualising my violence.” You muttered, evoking a chuckle from the back of his throat. The sound so close to your ear that it made you shiver, his fingers dug into your waist a little deeper. Still, you pushed the feeling away. “Draco, please tell me what happened.” Finally, Draco faltered, an echo of a sigh escaping his lips as he shifted back to take you in. “I don’t think you want to know.” Heart stumbling, you swallowed, eyes dropping to where your hands splayed over his shoulders. “Trust me.” Your eyes flickered back to his. Gradual hesitation was breaking through his previous, much more playful gaze. “I want to know.” A silence settled between you. Endless amounts of tension managed to fill the small space between your features. It was the type of tension that already made your heart clench in your chest, the type that made you not want to breath. Draco’s expression had fallen, a mixture of withdrawal and unexpected dread - one he would usually try so hard to cover. It was unnerving, seeing someone usually so hardened, so steely, dropping back into the terrified boy you only caught glimpses of before. And, eventually, he spoke. “He knows.” Your breath caught in the back of your throat. “He saw - saw the mark, when I went to visit Myrtle. Shot some spell I’ve never heard at me.” Draco, once avoiding your glossy eyes, finally met them again. “Nearly killed me.” Merlin, his tone was something you’d never even attempted to imagine, coming from Draco. Both haunted, yet accepting, as though he was comfortable with his own fear - and it terrified you, deep into your core. In any other situation, you would have noticed your own terror. The idea of Draco dying, without you having even known - it was unthinkable. He was everything you had, everything you’d ever wanted or needed after a life spent within your own head. If he died - But you didn’t. No. For once, it was only anger. Draco’s expression was only a spark to a fire pit built many years ago. Built the day you stepped inside Hogwarts, brimming with hopes and dreams, only to be met with rejection. It took a moment for you to realise that Draco was still watching you, uncertain, brow furrowed in concern. For you. Not him, not the one who had almost died only a few hours ago. And so, you let out a careful breath, holding his face in your hands as though it was the most precious thing to exist. “I won’t let that happen.” You murmured, meeting his complex grey faze with a fierce one. Swallowing, Draco watched you a moment longer, as though trying to read the intensity of your words. “I know.” His brow jolted in as he spoke, as though he were wounded to say it. There was an underlying tone to your admission, one you both appeared to ignore. But then, Draco pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, squeezing your waist tight in his grip. The movement brushed away the tension before you could even attempt to hold onto it. It left you feeling a little unhinged, blinking. “I’m alive, though.” Draco reassured, catching your eye once again. “Madame Pomfrey fixed me up quite nicely.” A soft chuckle left you as he spoke, breaking through the stiffness of your features. “Really?” You raised an eyebrow, teasing. “Any battle scars?” His lips twitched, gaze warm. “You’re just trying to get me undressed.” Shaking his head, you laughed again, watching as Draco shifted away from you to tug his shirt upward. There was a slight stutter in your chest as he did so, a sudden childish nervousness at the exposure of skin. But, as your eyes swept across the healed, rugged lines across his chest, it faded. Leaving you instead, with both a tinge of worry - and, a slight desire. Draco, however, seemed to note your expression. He didn’t allow his shirt to fall back down till your eyes met again, except this time, they were a little darkened. “Like what you see?” A smug smirk plastered his features, but you only rolled your eyes. “Cocky as always, Malfoy.” You teased, unable to stop yourself from smiling as he pulled you in closer again. Pressing short kisses to your jaw, he earnt a sharp intake of breath from you. “I never denied that.” The mood, somehow, managed to stay warm for the rest of the evening. Settled on the window sill, soaking in Draco’s presence and rare good mood - your anxieties faded. His arms were so tight around you, soft lips finding your skin, over and over. It was as though you were dreaming. The anger, however - the anger never quite left. You weren’t quite sure if you wanted it to, either.
A/N:yes i am finally back with another chapter!! only taken me like two weeks but thats fine aha im so sorry for making you all wait so long!! its been part two of slight mental breakdown which meant i didnt have much motivation to write, but, you all very much deserve the next chapter so here it is!! im hoping to get this fic finished before saturday as i am going away for a while but i shall keep you all updated. all my love and i hope you’re all doing okay - ivy <33
warnings: language, kinda nsfw implications, talk of scars, a pinch of angst
The weeks after were… nice. Being with Draco was surprisingly easy. He was comfortable company - more than comfortable. You spent most of your hours sat in the classroom, on the window ledge. It was the best few weeks you’d ever had in your life, by far. Sometimes, you would stray further - whenever you managed to convince Draco, that was. Visits to the Astronomy Tower and the lake were rare, but you adored them regardless. Those memories, the ones of him bathed in sunlight or dusk, would stay etched into mind for a long time after. You would read together, on occasions. In the depths of the library, you had discovered some of the Muggle literature he liked to drone on about. Other times, you would just talk - about everything, or nothing. You would, however, always spend a lot more time than necessary wrapped in his presence. Kissing Draco was both the easiest and most complicated thing you’d learnt to do, yet he made it worth it. Draco still had his bad days - not that you hadn’t had a fair share of yours. There would be nights were he would stumble into the classroom only to end up falling asleep. Sometimes he didn’t make sense, voice a mere mutter, eyes glazed over. You didn’t ask him about what he had done - about what Harry had accused you for. He didn’t mention the mark you would soon have to take. Spring verged into summer. Despite the anxiety that came with the dread of returning home for the holidays, you found yourself almost forgetting the reality of it all. But, it was nice. It was nice to just be. “Are you asleep?” It was late, and warm. Too warm, for your liking, and you you had still managed to end up curling into Draco’s side. His whisper came close to your ear, letting the book resting on his lap fall shut. “No,” You murmured, shifting your head to glance back at him. Features close to yours, his breath fanned over your lips as he exhaled. The pure sensation of the intimacy that had became so natural still hadn’t lost his touch, warmth flooding throughout you. “Why?” “Just wondered.” You hummed at his reply, noting his grey gaze as it darted down for a second. Pressing a short kiss to his lips, his fingertips dug a little more into where they rested on your shoulder. The act still managed to warm your chest - in a way you’d only ever felt with him. It was in these moments, the dark nights and the small kisses and the whispers, that you felt complete. As though nothing was ever going to go wrong - as you’d lived a normal, happier life. Like you weren’t on the verge of war. You pulled back, after a second, and Draco sighed as you did. Frowning a little, you scanned his expression, but he only gazed back, expectant. “Are you okay?” You asked, finally. “Are you?” It was his turn to frown. Shifting back to take him in properly, you smoothed out the fabric covering his shoulder, avoiding his eyes. “It doesn’t always have to be about me, Draco.” Quiet, you spoke, allowing your gaze to dart up to his. Draco watched you, guarded, but not defensive. “I know you don’t want to talk about - well, about what goes on with you, but you know you don’t have to hide anything. Not with me.” “You know it’s not like that.” He mumbled. “I just don’t want you-” “You don’t want me involved.” You finished for him, forcing your lips into a small, reassuring smile. “I know.” Eyes still unreadable, he scanned you for a moment. Then, in one swift movement, he kissed you again, lingering for only a second. Again, you were the one to pull back. The mess of thoughts tangled in your brain was demanding to be heard, much to your frustration. Draco kept his gaze on you as you sat back, keeping yours very much away him his, fiddling at your sleeve. Fingers brushing over yours, he pulled them firmly into his hands. “You’re thinking very loudly.” He pointed out, voice edged with both seriousness and a rare kind of softness. Eyebrows flicking up, you shrugged. You had to push away the instinctive temptation to withdraw your hands from his and put them back to your sleeve. “I have a lot to think about.” You said, finally shooting him a glimpse. “Like?” Draco prompted, arching his eyebrow. “You know what like.” Tone a little strained, you swallowed. He’d fallen deadly silent, and you stared down at your tangled fingers. Biting back the words catching in the back of your throat seemed to prove difficult - because they came anyway. “It’s just - aren’t I already involved?” “Y/N…” “Well, aren’t I?” You shot him a look, lips dragged down. “I’m pretty much already a Deatheater, mark and all. I don’t see how you actually talking about things is going to make anything worse for me.” “I’m not having this conversation with you again.” Turning his head away to face straight ahead of him, Draco spoke, firm. His hands pulled away from yours, prompting a painful stab to your chest. “Why?” Pushing, you felt an uncomfortable heat rising in your chest. “Why won’t you let me make my own decision about what happens to me? About what happens to us?” Draco’s jaw tightened, eyes darker as he came to glare at you. “What is that supposed to mean?” His voice was barely restrained. “I thought you were happy, with this?” “Iam - I just - I’m worried about you, Draco. I don’t even know where you are half the time. I don’t even know what we are, because you won’t let me talk to you about anything.” Heart rate becoming more frantic, you watched him with an intent. He set you with one of his distant looks, and your chest caved in a little, swallowing. “I said it from the start, Y/N. No promises. We agreed.” “I’m not asking you to promise me anything,” Your tone grew desperate. “I’m asking you to let me help you.” There was a second of silence, after that. You continued to stare at Draco, breathing still quick and mind buzzing as you tugged at your sleeve. He had paused, all too vacant - until he finally let out a sigh, shifting his body to face you properly. “Youare helping me.” He said, taking your hand again. You allowed him to curl it into his, grinding your teeth in attempt to swallow back another argument. “You being here - being with me - that is all you need to do. I don’t want you to worry about anything else.” “How do you expect me not to worry? My parents-” “I’m working on it.” “What?” Brow furrowing, you stared at him, uncertain. Draco held a very earnest look, that was both terrifying and comforting, and you gripped his hand a little harder. “Don’t worry about it. Your parents, the mark, me - nothing.” Merlin, his tone had never been so foreboding. His eyes glinted in a way that made your heart tweak, and you had to take in a deep breath. What the hell are you doing, Draco? “It’s going to be fine.” No, it’s not. Draco sighed at your silence, features stilling - before he spoke again. “I promise.” You met his dark eyes in under a second. A lump had grown in the back of your throat, but you swallowed it back. Seeing him, in the darkness of the classroom, moonlight reflecting off his eyes… It was all too reminiscent to that night in the Astronomy Tower. He looked so fragile, so incomplete, as though he would slip away at any moment. For once, you could not take comfort in his words. And still, you didn’t say anything else. Instead, you pressed your lips to his, hands on his neck and body pressed against his as though it was what you were designed to do. It didn’t take long for Draco to crawl over you, pinning you underneath him, a hand set at your waist. Every thought and feeling from your previous discussion discarded, your heart skipped at beat as he nipped your bottom lip. His shirt had loosened from his movement, and you slipped your hand underneath it. Fingertips brushing over the skin of his torso, his eyes snapped to yours, pulling away with a jolt. And, for a second, you froze, apologies ready on your lips. But the glint in his eye was dark, captivating. Then, he was pressing sharp kisses to your neck, a fraction more frantic than ever before. Heart racing, your breathing grew laboured, body sparking underneath his fingertips. “Is this okay?” Draco murmured, glancing up at you. His hand now hesitated at the buttons of your shirt. He did not progress, staying almost unnervingly steady as he waited for a reply. Swallowing, you nodded. “I need a vocal reply.” He added, quirking an eyebrow. Despite everything - the heat of your body, the thrill coursing through you - you hesitated. Draco waited a second longer, before withdrawing. Your stomach dropped, grasping his shoulders as he shifted upright. “I - fuck, I’m sorry-” “Don’t be stupid.” Draco’s brow furrowed, shooting you a look that was almost intimidating. “You never have to do anything you don’t want to, Y/N.” “It’s not that I don’t want to,” You mumbled, avoiding his eyes as your cheeks flushed with head. “I - It’s just my…” Draco remained quiet as you struggled for words, until you tapped your left forearm. Gently, he rested his hand at your wrist, causing your to glance at him immediately. “You don’t have to show me.” Eyes honest, your chest squeezed. “It’s not that I mind you seeing.” You frowned at your words, unable to communicate the jumble in your mind. “But no one has even been able to just see it, you know? Without - anything else happening.” “Well, I’ve already seen it before.” Draco reminded you, voice a little softer than usual. “It didn’t reopen when I healed it last time, so I think it would be fine. But, you still don’t have to show me.” A soft smile tugged at your lips as you scanned his expression. Even now, it was difficult to coax out this side of Draco - the softer, understanding one. The one you doubted could hurt a fly. Brushing your fingers, over his cheek, you kissed him, slow. The fluttering content never seemed to fade, no matter how many times you had kissed him by now. Then, as you pulled back, you offered him your arm. Draco’s eyes rested on you. “Are you sure?” He asked, raising his brow in the lightest. “Vocal reply.” “Yes, you idiot.” Despite your uncertainty, a smile fluttered across your features. Draco, still tentative, loosened the cuff of your sleeve. Biting down on your lip, you kept your eyes focused on his as he worked, even as he shifted the material upward. Eventually, you squeezed them shut. Your heart was racing in your chest, waiting for that first sting, for the bad memories and the burning - But, instead, only a set of soft lips met your skin. Flinching, you eyes snapped open, staring down at your arm. An instinctive grimace followed at the sight of the raised, poorly healed skin. Bu there was no blood. No pain, no distant voices. “See?” Draco murmured, watching you. Staring from your scar, to him, your chest shifted, almost in a motion of instant comfort. “It’s fine.” Still hesitant, your lips twitched up into a small smile, and you caught the way Draco’s gaze followed the movement. You also caught the words, inching their way up your throat. They were burning, but not in the way you were used to. In fact, it was more painful as you pushed them down, kissing Draco again before they could spill out. For once, you did not care about the way your sleeve crinkled in the crook of your elbow. You did not think of the way Draco’s fingers brushed over the mark every moment or so. For once, it was not a reminder of what you hated - but reminder of how you had become so entangled with this boy you so adored. A connection you could have never anticipated for such an indelicate mark. Yet, despite it all, it was a connection that you hoped would never have to be broken.
A/N: i managed to return, after many technical difficulties, to post chapter 14!! i hope you are all enjoying the story so far… thank you everyone for reading. lots of love and please enjoy :) - ivy
It so happened that that night would be the last time you would see Draco Malfoy for two weeks. You’d woken to the sound of the door clicking shut - the blinding sun in your eyes, and the lack of a warm body next to yours. You poured over that night in your mind for hours. It wasn’t as though he’d pushed you away - he had signalled nothing wrong with the fact that you had kissed him. No, in fact, he had kissed you back. He hadn’t been in any of your lessons you usually had together. At first, you put it down to him being ill, or maybe his sleep deprivation had finally caught up with him. Then, he hadn’t shown up to your usual meeting at the classroom. Beginning to worry that something had happened, you’d forced yourself to go the Great Hall. Something regarding the mark on his arm, perhaps, or even to do with what Potter had mentioned. But, Draco had been there, alive, sitting at the Slytherin table next to Pansy Parkinson. It didn’t take you till the next missed meeting to understand that Draco was avoiding you. And it hurt. It hurt so much worse than you ever could have imagined. You were supposed to be friends. Even if friends didn’t think about each other every second of the day - even if friends didn’t kiss and then refuse to acknowledge it. Draco was, still, the only person you had. You didn’t want to lose him to your own stupid mistake. His ignorance continued for a couple more days - until you got called out of Transfiguration by Snape. All eyes followed you as you hesitated to stand, staring at him with a dull knowing settled in your chest. Nausea swam in the pit of your stomach as you collected your things and left. You tried to ignore a certain grey gaze that only moments ago you would have adored to know were following you, burning holes into your back. The dull knowing was all too correct, and the pain was suffocating. “Are you sure you don’t want someone to accompany you back to the Slytherin dorms, Miss Y/L/N?” The crease in Dumbledore’s brow deepened. Edging away from him, you tugged at your sleeve with a harsh force. “Yes.” The word came, sharp, from your mouth. Covering the name that was blaring in your mind, you supposed, but you cleared your throat to adjust your tone. “Yes, I’m fine, Professor. Thank you.” Dumbledore watched you for a second longer, and then offered you a slow nod. Legs shifting quicker than your mind, you shot out of the office before he could speak again. It didn’t take you ten strides away from the Headmasters office before you were interrupted. A hand wrapped around your arm, dragging you towards an empty classroom - but the jump of your heart was short lived. You’d almost anticipated it, grinding your teeth as the door swung and locked behind you. Yanking your arm back, you glared at the figure facing you. Draco stared back with a very serious expression. Features fixed and gloomy, you pushed away the guilty sense of elation at the sight of him. “What the fuck was that about?” He growled, not even missing a beat. AndMerlin, could you explode with the amount of emotions coursing through you. Terror. Rage. Desperation. Longing. “Nice to see you too.” Voice seething, you clenched your jaw, wrapping your arms around yourself. Uncharacteristic, panicked anger glinted in the greys of his eyes. “Merlin, Y/N, don’t make this personal.” It came with a play of a sneer on his lips, and whatever ounce of happiness you held that he was talking to you dissipated. A small scoff of disbelief left you before you could hide it, disguising the stab of hurt that hit you square in the chest. “You need to tell me what happened. Everything.” “I don’t need to tell you fuck all, Draco Malfoy.” Your tone raised, praying that the lump in your throat wasn’t evident in the roughness of your voice. His face remained so hard, so steely. It felt like you’d gone back to square one. “Fucking hell.” The words came as a frustrated groan, rumbling in the back of his throat. A hand resting on his hip, the other ran through his hair as he steadied his expression. “Can you, for once in your bloody life, not make things complicated?” Draco’s eyes were hot and angry and anxious on yours. In any other circumstance, in fact, it would have been concerning. But something in you snapped. Maybe the way he’d spoken, like everything was your fault. Maybe the standoffish position his body fallen into. “Fuck you!” Tears were undoubtedly welling in your eyes, even as you yelled. “Where have you been, Draco? Two weeks of you avoiding me like the bloody plague - after saying we’d talkabout things - and then you storm back into my life, demanding I tell you everything - and then you call mecomplicated?” A ragged breath pushed past your lips as you stared at him, looking bedraggled and most likely a little crazy. You’d taken a step towards him as you shouted, and Draco’s expression had withdrawn. Another second of tense silence. “You want to know what happened?” You raised an eyebrow harshly. “My parents are out.” Draco froze. “Shit - Y/N -” “Don’t you dare pretend you care.” Another low, painful growl. Draco stared at you, thrown off by your outburst. “This is it, now, for me. I’m fucked - I am so fucked - and you just left for me for two weeks-” And then, you broke into a sob. Draco shot forward, but you stumbled away. Something flicked across his features, swallowed by his vacancy before you could label it. You didn’t care, though. Because he’d moved forward again, cupped your cheek, and pressed his lips against yours. Hands curling into fists, your nails dug into your palms - only to drop them round his shoulders. It felt as though your chest was being crushed inwards with emotion as Draco shifted his jaw to meet yours. It only lasted a moment. You pushed him away again, hands still lingering at his shoulders. Taking in a long breath, you refused to look at him, heart throbbing in your chest. “Don’t do that again.” You mumbled, finally dropping your hands. Draco hesitated, eyes boring into you as his hands twitched at his side. “Why?” Faltering, you couldn’t help but send him a glance. Whatever you were expecting him to say - it wasn’t that. A determined look had spread across his features, and you clenched your jaw a little tighter. “Why do you think?” Your words came rough again. “Last time that happened you dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks.” A sour twinge flicked across his expression. Grey eyes glittering, he searched you, but you only balled your hands, arms tight across your waist. “I’ve been busy.” His voice was cold. Again. A scoff came from the last of your anger, still lingering in your chest. “Well, thanks, Draco. Glad to know how much I mean to you.” Muttering, you shifted back - as though to leave. “Fuck, Y/N-” Grabbing your arm, you froze to the spot, gaze flying back to him. Draco stared back with a murmur desperation, the uncertainty in his eyes unnerving. “Can we talk? Somewhere else.” You hesitated. Because you were still mortified, and pissed off - and now confused. Because knowing your parents were walking the streets was making you feel sick. Really, you just wanted to curl up and pretend you didn’t exist. Draco, however, had never looked so on edge. So nervous. And, admittedly, you needed to hear what he had to say. Sighing, you let out a defeated reply. “Fine.” It didn’t take you long to get to the usual classroom. You avoided Draco’s eyes as he opened the door and gestured you to go in first, locking it behind him. The school day had almost finished, sunlight filling the room, giving it an air of exposure. Everything felt so different to the last moments you’d spent there together that your chest clenched up. Hesitating in the middle of the room, you waited for him to face you before you spoke. “Go on, then.” Draco scowled, still reluctant. “I need you to understand.” Finally, he spoke, eyeing you up as he did. You waited for him to elaborate, but there was only silence, and your lips fell into a frown. “Understand? Which part? You acting like an emotional yo-yo or the fact you vanished for two weeks straight?” “Remember what I said about us arguing?” Draco growled, expression hard. “Look, I thought you’d understand why we haven’t been talking.” “Well, Draco, I didn’t.” You bit back another lingering comment, keeping your raising heartbeat quiet in your chest. “And I still don’t.” “I-” He paused, for a second, fingers running through his hair again. “I can’t make any promises to you.” Draco’s eyes were desperate, again. Begging you to understand what the hell he was trying to make out with his vague language and unstable attitude. You wished you could. It took a second for you to reply. “Draco…” Sighing, your gaze darted away from him as nervousness overtook you. “If you don’t - don’t feel that way about me then that’s fine-” “What?” “What?” You echoed him. Draco, looking almost comedically dumbstruck, stared at you. “You think I don’t feel for you?” It came as a bitter chuckle, shaking his head as he shifted towards you again. Glancing away, you turned a little, pushing him away before he could even touch you. His features flashed. “Why the fuck would you think that?” “I don’t know what else I was supposed to think.” You muttered. “Y/N,” Draco sighed, lifting his hands to your shoulders. The movement was careful, so that you didn’t shift away from him again, and they settled when you allowed him to. “I didn’t do it because I wanted to.” You remained silent, scanning his eyes with a tight chest. They searched yours equally, and when you didn’t reply, he spoke again. “I did it because I can’t help you.” You blinked. “What are you talking about?” Words only a breath, you nearly missed them, the noise of your heart pounding too loud. “I’m a Deatheater.” Draco’s brow furrowed a little, as though he was pointing out the obvious. “You even associating with me would make everything worse. With your parents, with the mark. I would make it inescapable.” He paused. “I can’t promise I can keep you safe.” A flush of emotion hit you as he finished, scalding, yet freezing, all at the same time. You quite possibly adored him. A shuddering breath passed by your lips. Etching his features into memory, you finally allowed yourself to feel the comfort Draco always offered you. You embraced his presence like an old friend. “I don’t care about any of that.” Mumbling, your hands slipped up to clutch onto his forearms. His expression had remained mostly clear, something that rarely happened. “I always knew things would turn out this way - with my parents. I never had a choice in that.” You paused. “But I do have a choice with you, and I’m choosing you.” The grey of Draco’s eyes darkened in the slightest, fingertips digging into your shoulders a little more. It was hard to keep your voice steady as you continued, heart clenched. “So let me.” There was that awful conflict glinting in his gaze again. Painful, and recognisable, and foreboding. It remained for a second, and then it was gone again, and you allowed yourself to ignore it had ever been there in the first place. “No promises?” It was selfish of him, really. Denouncing any mistakes before he could even make them. You didn’t care. You only let out another, terrified exhale. “No promises.” And then, Draco kissed you for the third time.
a/n: requested by my dearest hufflepuff, @fitzfiles i’m so soft for draco
You sat curled up in the Hufflepuff common room, your thick herbology book resting on your lap. Cedric was beside you on the couch in his golden quidditch sweater, smiling kindly at you.
“Do you see? In order to care for the mandrakes, you must bury them in the soil like this,” you showed Cedric your notes. Every Friday afternoon was spent tutoring Cedric in herbology after your shared class.
“Yes. You’re much better than Sprout at explaining it. You should become the new herbology professor when the bloke finally retires.” Cedric grinned at you.
“IlikeProfessor Sprout! That would be fun though!” You giggled.
“Oi, Y/N! Your boyfriend is griping to be let in here,” One of the Hufflepuff girls called to you as she entered the common room. You smiled at her apologetically, squeezing Cedric’s shoulder as you stood. You walked to the painting, letting it swing open to reveal Draco Malfoy.
“Hi,” you smiled at him, and he gazed at you softly with a loving smile. His usual arrogance and sharpness was gone from his expression as he looked at you with utter adoration.
“Hi, darling,” he stepped into the common room, kissing your forehead lightly.
“Cedric.” He nodded, greeting your best friend. Draco had been a bit prickly toward him when the two of you first began dating, but he warmed up when he realized that Cedric wasn’t a threat.
“We’re not quite finished. Do you mind?”
“I’ll wait. You can’t go in this anyways.” he said, nodding to your school uniform you hadn’t changed out of.
“I know, darling. It’s warm in here and I haven’t had the chance to change.”
You walked back over to the couch, and he sat on the floor on a golden cushion, his head resting against your thigh. You lightly ran your fingertips through his snowy white locks as you leaned over your herbology book, helping Cedric identify the differences between the plants for your O.W.L.S.
The other Hufflepuffs no longer stared at Draco, now used to having him in their common room. Draco was often hanging around, enjoying the warmth and coziness, and the way he was welcomed. He found that he much preferred it to the chilly, marble elegance of the Slytherin commons.
One of the second-year girls walked over, setting down a plate of pumpkin pastries.
“Y/N, Draco, Cedric, have some,” She said sweetly, smiling at the three of you and sitting down across from the Slytherin prince.
“Draco, would you maybe look at my potions paper? I swear Professor Snape hates me, and I’m nervous.” She asked shyly, and Draco sat up.
“Of course, let me see.” He took the paper from her hand, and she moved to sit beside him. You smiled down at your boyfriend, and the kind way he spoke to her.
“This is great, but you should add here that polyjuice potion takes a long time to make…” He fell into soft chatter with her, showing her where her paper could be stronger. Draco was gentle, careful to praise the younger student on what she did well. It warmed your heart, and you turned back to finish with Cedric.
“This is perfect. I’ll put in a good word for you too, with Snape. Please, I’m always happy to help you or tutor you if you need it, alright?” he asked her as she stood.
“Thanks, Draco.”
“Of course.”
“I love it when you’re sweet.” You said, leaning down over Draco and kissing the tip of his nose. He stood, helping you to your feet and taking your heavy textbook for you.
“I’m still mean!” He teasingly defended himself and you shook your head at him with a small smile.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Pansy that you’re secretly nice,” you teased back and he followed you to your dorm.
He set your textbook down on your desk, mindlessly folding the various clothing you had tossed over the back of your chair or top of the trunk at the end of your bed. He was extremely neat, always folding your clothes or putting things back in their places whenever he visited your dorm.
“Y/N, is this my quidditch sweater I’ve been looking for?” He asked as you pulled a yellow Hufflepuff jumper over your head, letting it fall over your black skinny jeans.
“Um, no, it belongs to my other boyfriend who plays on the Slytherin quidditch team,” you answered with a straight face.
“You’re dating Theo behind my back?” Draco asked, humor laced in his voice.
“No, sorry, the other one,” you bit back a giggle as he reached for you, tickling your sides and making you squeal.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m yours, Draco!” You squealed, trying to escape as your laughter interrupted your breathing.
“That’s right. You’re mine,”his voice dropped a few octaves, making you shudder with a small smile on your face.
“It doesn’t smell like you anymore. You can have it back.”
“Oh, I can have it back?” he smirked, pulling. you into a kiss.
“But I want another one in return.”
“Y/N, that jumper is mine too. And that one.” He pointed, and you rolled your eyes.
“You have plenty. You can share.”
“Come on, let’s get going.”
Draco wrapped a scarf around your neck and fastened the buttons on the coat like you were a child. You knew he was just doing it because he cared, and you let him, taking any affection you could get from Draco.
“Where are your gloves, honey?”
“I don’t know,” you admitted, and he frowned.
“It’s cold, you can’t keep losing them.”
“I know, let’s go now. I’ll find them later, for next time,” you begged.
“You can hold my hands so they don’t get cold, and my coat has pockets.”
“Alright, love, come on,” Draco wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you to him as you apparated to Diagon Alley.
You shivered as snowflakes gently dusted into your hair, the freezing air nipping at your skin. You squeezed Draco’s hand, and he led you through the bustling street, weaving through groups of people. Draco was right, it was cold, but you didn’t dare complain, not wanting a lecture from your boyfriend about how you should keep better track of your gloves and hat.
“Y/N, go ahead,” he gently pushed you in front of him as he opened the door to the Leaky Cauldron, helping the two of you escape the cold.
Draco kept a hand on the small of your back, leading you through the crowded pub. You squeezed through the crowded area, and ascended a flight of stairs to the second level. You smiled when you saw your favorite spot was open, a window bench with lots of pillows and a street view. You took a seat in the large round window, and Draco settled beside you.
“What can I get for you two?” A waitress asked.
“Butterbeer for us both, please.” You said politely, and Draco added vanilla cookies. She smiled and promised to have your order soon.
“Thanks for helping me escape school. I needed some “us time” away from it all,” you told Draco, who planted a kiss to your lips. He tasted like sage and vanilla, and his kiss was sweet and gentle.
“Of course, I love spending time with you,” Draco wrapped an arm around your waist, and you leaned into his side, your head resting on his shoulder. He turned and kissed the crown of your head, his fingers lightly tracing the embroidery on the sleeve of the coat you wore.
The waitress returned with your drinks, and you grinned, leaning forward and wrapping your hands around one of the glass mugs. Draco smiled at your excitement. He loved seeing you happy, even if it was over small things, like a warm drink on a cold day. You were so sweet.You were kind to everyone, especially him, and he loved you for it. You were the breath of fresh air and the gentleness he needed in his life, and he was profoundly in love with you. He adored you, and he was secretly happy when you stole his sweaters, because he loved to give them to you.
A tiny silver necklace with a moon charm always rested beneath your collar, matching the one he war. He’d given it to you as a gift on your birthday, three years ago when the two of you started dating, and you never took it off. It made him happy to see you wear it proudly. Sometimes, he would watch you from afar, seeing your fingers touch the pendant lightly whenever you missed him. He’d walk up to you then, and see your face light up with joy when you saw him.
“Draco, can I have one of your vanilla cookies?” you asked sweetly, looking up at your boyfriend expectantly.
He held out the plate to you, and you picked up the top one off the small pile with a smile. You bit into the soft cookie, smiling at him gratefully. He kissed your cheek, and you fed him a piece. He lightly nipped at your fingertip, making you squeal with delighted laughter.
“Don’t bite!” You giggled, pecking his lips, which now tasted like sugar and butterbeer.
“M’sorry, love,” Draco laughed, not sorry at all.
The two of you played chess on the tabletop with a small set the pub had while you drank the butterbeer and finished off the cookies. You watched the snow fall outside, and Draco tried to teach you chess strategies, though you were mostly lost.
“That’s alright. It’s getting late, anyway.” Draco said when the two of you got stuck in your match, the empty mugs long forgotten. You looked up, seeing that the sun had set, and the only light outside came from buzzing street lamps.
You held Draco’s hand tightly as you stepped out into the cold night, burying your face in his shoulder as the two of you walked back to a side street where you could apparate back to Hogwarts without being seen. You held your breath as Draco waved his wand, and you were suddenly back in your dormitory, disturbing your once-sleeping cat.
“Will you stay?” You asked Draco, and he nodded, a small smile pulling at his lips.
“Of course.” He kissed you, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you.
You hung up your coat and scarf, slipping your boots off and placing them in the bottom of the wardrobe. Draco draped his slacks, sweater, and undershirt over your chair, and pulled one of his jumpers you had stolen over his head. You stripped before pulling another over your head, his last name stitched on the chest. You turned to see Draco was pulling down your duvet, and you smiled at him softly.
You walked over, freeing your hair from your plait and picking up your brush from the dresser. Draco’s pale fingers wrapped around the brush, prying it from your grasp. You smiled up at him as he gently brushed the tangles from your hair, helping you get ready for bed. You sat on the sheets, knees pulled to your chest, and Draco softly dragging the brush through your hair. You were nearly asleep when he finished, yawning as you sat up.
“Get some sleep, love.” He slipped into bed behind you, pulling the duvet to cover you both. He murmured a spell to shut off the lights, darkness falling gently over the two of you.
He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your back against his chest, settling with you into his arms.
“Goodnight, Draco.” You whispered, and he kissed the back of your head.
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
Oh this is so soft!! I love seeing the soft side of Draco! He deserves all the love
