Your daily routine hadn’t changed much since your encounter with Draco Malfoy, well it hadn’t changed if you didn’t count all the times since then that you spent anywhere quite far away with that blond who made you shiver.
The rumour had already spread around the school, your Ravenclaw beau hadn’t wasted any time, but you were fine with the situation as long as people talked from afar and didn’t bother you.
But that day you had to face your friend’s interrogation, at least she deserved answers.
“How long have you been with Malfoy behind my back?” she asked without understanding how or when that had happened.
“Almost two weeks.” You answered with a face as red as a tomato and fiddling with the food on your plate. Feeling Draco’s eyes on you in the Great Hall, whenever you were apart, hadn’t helped you to hold normal conversations.
“So, the mark on your neck wasn’t a mosquito?” she glanced at you somewhere between amused and embarrassed.
“No…” you confessed, remembering the number of hickeys Malfoy had devoted himself to leaving on your neck, marking you as his own.
“I can’t believe it.” she laughed out loud. “Who made the first move?”
“He took the initiative and I did the rest.” you said proudly.
“Look at you… And I thought you only had eyes for the characters in those novels you read.” she mocked you.
It was true that the only person who had aroused your fascination was the famous Slytherin. You didn’t know why, but before you knew it, your gaze was already following him everywhere, trying to decipher what it was hiding behind those cold and lonely eyes.
The same seemed to have happened to him, or so he confessed to you on one of your nocturnal escapades. He didn’t understand how anyone could look at him with such indifference, and he promised himself that he would get some kind of reaction from the face he had fallen in love with.
You two still had a deal to keep, the Yule Ball was in less than three days. The Heads of Houses had already started to teach you the necessary rules, though you could only think about what Draco would look like in a suit.
Oh, hell! You hadn’t even considered what you were going to wear, your head had been occupied with far more amusing thoughts.
That evening your friend came along with you to Hogsmeade, your parents had sent you some money and you were hoping to find something decent at Gladrags amongst all those socks.
You wanted to dazzle Draco, to see his pupils dilate in your presence so that he could think of nothing but you. So you went to great lengths to find a dress to match the situation.
As you imagined, there was hardly anything worthwhile left on the hangers in that shop. You went round and round, searching every possible nook and cranny, but nothing. Just as you were about to give up, a piece of blue cloth, hanging on a nearby rack, caught your eye. You couldn’t even get your hands on it before a group of Slytherin girls who had been lurking around the shop got to it before you could.
“Did you want this?” one of them asked you mischievously. “Well you wouldn’t know how to wear it anyway, some people just aren’t cut out for classy clothes.”
You were caught unawares. It was the first time you had ever been the target of a Slytherin and you thought you knew why.
“Why don’t you mind your own business?” Your friend stood up for you.
“Give it up, it’s not worth it. Some people have too much time on their hands.” You stopped her before things got ugly.
It couldn’t bother you any less, that attempted sabotage only meant that they knew Draco was no longer on the market.
You left the shop disappointed that you hadn’t found a dress for the ball. Although the bad mood lasted as long as it took you to find Draco strolling around Hogsmeade with Crabbe and Goyle.
“Well, well, but who do we have here?” his expression turned from his typical frown to a warm, relaxed smile as you approached him.
You didn’t miss the surprised faces of Malfoy’s "friends” at his change of mood. You were more than pleased to know that this was a side of Draco that only you could experience.
“We had shopping to do.” you explained. “But, we were just on our way back to Hogwarts.”
“Empty-handed?” he wondered, giving you a suspicious look.
“You should tell him.” your friend whispered in your ear.
“Tell me what?” you noticed his brow furrowing. You didn’t want Draco to know what happened, you weren’t a little girl who needed his protection, but it was already too late.
“Could you at least buy me a butterbeer?” you sighed a little wearily at the number of events that had happened in such a short time.
Your friend took that proposal as a sign to get back on her way. She didn’t want to come between the lovebirds. As for Crabbe and Goyle, all it took was a “Disappear” from the blond and within seconds it was just the two of you.
“You should be nicer to them,” you smiled as you realised how childish Draco could be sometimes. He was so eager for you two to be alone that he didn’t even bother to hide it.
“They’re used to it.” he defended himself as he took you by the hand and led you in the direction of The Three Broomsticks. You intertwined your fingers with his and let yourself be swept away with an idiotic grin on your face.
For a few seconds you regretted your request. There, in those snowy streets, it was just you, Draco, and the feeling that the world belonged to you and the slytherin alone. You didn’t want it to end.
He sensed your body’s resistance and turned to you. He caught you in his arms, grabbing your chin and forced you to look at him. His cheeks were red with cold, his eyes tinged with worry and fear…
“Have you had enough of me?” he asked bitterly. You blinked in confusion, what the hell was he talking about? You cupped his cheeks with your hands, making him shiver with the warmth you radiated.
“As if that were possible… “ you whispered, looking him in the eyes, to make your message clear. You had never been aware of how lonely Draco felt until you started dating him, but what broke your heart the most was seeing how he was ready for you to leave him at any moment. “It is you, Draco Malfoy, who will not get rid of me so easily.” you threatened him.
Without you expecting it he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you as if his soul went into it. If you didn’t know how proud the Slytherin could be you would swear that for a second you saw a tear fall down his cheek, but trapped against his chest, you couldn’t see anything, only feel Draco’s heartbeat thundering against your whole body.
“If we stay here much longer we’ll freeze, and I don’t want you to blame me if you catch a cold.” He broke the embrace and without waiting for a response, he took you by the hand and led you to The Three Broomsticks. Someone had suddenly become shy and you couldn’t help but smile.
Once there, finally with a butterbeer in your hand, he forced you to tell him what had happened to you before you met. The Slytherin had too good a memory to forget the incident. You explained to him, somewhat embarrassed, how you had completely forgotten to buy a dress for the Yule Ball and how the only thing you could find in the shop had been taken from you by a group of Slytherins.
“y/n, tell me who they are and I swear they won’t dare show their faces in front of you ever again.” The knuckles of his hand turned white and his body language adopted his father’s gestures.
“Don’t even think about it.” you tried to calm him by taking his hand and interlacing your fingers. “But…” you put a finger to his lips to shut him up. “I want all your attention on me, I don’t want you to even think about them.” you interrupted him. Draco grinned slyly, every day he was more and more sure that he had found the right one.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, you’re already the only thing I think about all day long.” he confessed before kissing you, the taste of butterbeer intensified in your mouth accompanied by an overflowing warmth.
Summary: When Draco Malfoy starts replying to your heart filled words with snarky comments, you somehow end up tearing the whole room apart while white feathers flutter around in your faces.
Note: based on the song ‘Sometimes by Ariana Grande’ I RECOMMEND YOU LISTEN TO IT WHILE READING :)
“Lets be honest, this is so unusual,” i muttered as I sat between Draco’s legs, his hands weaving through my hair as I slumped deeper against his hard core. “What’s so unusual?” He questioned his fingers now playfully braiding my hair. Pausing for a quick second, i shuffle under him, flipping myself over as I sit opposite him, legs crossed while I gaze straight into his magnetic, alluring eyes.
“I mean- never in a thousand years did I ever think that allmy emotions would be all ‘cause of you,” I elaborated as a small smile curved from the corner of his lips cheekily. “Well your not wrong,”.
What was that supposed to mean?. “I mean there’s so many other clever, smart and beautiful girls out there and well- here I am sat with you,” his voice dripping with what seemed like Sarcasm but at the same time it sounded like he was taunting me. Grabbing at the pillow beside me, I wrapped my arms around it, slightly huffing under my breathe.
“I’m not tempted, even if their beautiful,” I blurted almost quick enough to cut him off from his sentence. I started to sound like I was filled with jealousy but apart of me felt like he was just messing with my head or purposely trying to get on my nerves. “No honestly Draco- I’ve never thought of letting go- I don’t know where I would be without you,” my voice more serious as my hand immediately flew to his wrist, my breathing hitching as I confessed something that had been eating me alive. I’d never seen a future with someone than this immensely gorgeous and loyal, platinum blonde haired boy and I don’t think I’d ever have wanted too either.
“You’d probably end up being very lonely,” he spluttered, making my heart twist as my body started to tense up. He was either being really straightforward or he was just being snarky. Classic Draco Malfoy. Pursing my lips into a fine line, my hand slowly withdrew from him, climbing out of his already made bed, avoiding any sort of eye contact. Desperately clutching onto his soft pillow, my eyes started to well up, my gaze now fixed on the shiny floor beneath me.
Rapidly blinking away my tears, I could hear Him breaking out into a giggle which soon
Distorted into a hysterical sort of laugh, his body falling backwards into a pile of pillows as he seemed to have kicked back and tried to relax. Another trailing whisper of his faint giggle escaped his lips while his eyes wrinkled up and a wide grin plastered his mouth.
A feeling of anger washed over me as i hurled my pillow directly into Malfoy’s direction, a look of frustration smothering my face as his grin drooped. “Are you taking the mickey Malfoy?” I spat as a tear drop slides down my cheek. Springing from the mattress of his bed almost instantly, he made his way around to me, clasping his hands around my body as he pulled me into his chest. “Y/n you know I was only kidding right? I didn’t mean any of that stuff that I said,” he explained, his words becoming muffled as he planted soft kisses onto the top of my head.
Grabbing at my hands, he pulled me down, making me sit on the soft sheets of his bed as his finger lifted my chin up so that I could look straight into his apologetic eyes. “Neither did I ever think that all of my emotions would be because of you.. and no.. your the only girl in Hogwarts who has both the beauty and the brains. I don’t think I’d ever seen a future with someone other than you,” he confessed as he wiped at my tears, a small smile tugging at my lips.
“Your such a baby,” he mumbled, his mouth breaking out into a smile as I narrowed my eyes. “In what way do you mean that?” I asked eagerly, a grin showing up at the surface of my mouth as his gaze fixated on my iridescent features. Ever so sneakily, my fingers slithered towards the pillow that I previously threw at him, fingertips barely away from it. Fisting at the pillow, I brought it up between the two of us as I playfully smacked him across the head.
“Aw! What was that for?” He mentioned as he pouted like a lost puppy. “Payback,” I giggled as one of his brows lifted and his head cocked to the side. “Oh your on!”
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Pillow fights normally end up with a shit ton of pearly, white feathers flying across the room while the bed was was rearranged in a messy manner, bed sheets hanging onto the mattress for dear life as we fell back onto the bed, our heads softly hitting the material while laughters of pure bliss escaped our throats, our hands intertwining as we looked at the ceiling above, panting breathlessly as we laid against one another just like two peas in a pod. “You know I’ve never thought of leaving you,” he whispered when his breathing returned back to normal. “Not even sometimes,”
Summary: Halloween with Draco <3 Friends into BOO’s (teehee)
Warnings: mild drinking nothing tooo crazy but not encouraging it !
Words: 5.2K
A/N: this is my first one shot in like a month and i ofc had to do something for halloween even tho im a tad late but its still a halloweekend KIND OF !!!!!!! </3 I HOPE ITS GOOOD
“No, it’s a stupid holiday.”
Draco crossed his arms in a stubborn child-like way, a scowl on his face as he stared forward towards the front of the class where Snape was giving a lecture on the small but vicious Erkling creatures.
“Come on, please,” you pleaded quietly. Your gaze kept flickering between your easily-irked professor and the pouting blond beside you, hoping that in a few short seconds you would get the answer you were hoping for that way you could get back into your notes instead of possibly getting a detention or losing house points.
In all the years you’ve been friends with the Prince of Slytherin, you learned that he loathed the holiday and any festivities that came with it. Every year, you beg him to go out to one of the many parties that are thrown ranging from small gatherings to full-on blowouts or just do something halloween related with you, but he always refuses. His reasoning, as he put it, was that he was simply ‘too mature to be dressing up as a foul creature.’
You knew he mostly spent the holiday either asleep in his dorm or walking around aimlessly with Crabbe and Goyle to target unsuspecting first-years after the big feast but this year, you finally had enough of his anti-halloween agenda. You wanted to spend the evening and hopefully night with him laughing by your side and showing him how fun everything could be, but most of all - you wanted to see him in a costume.
“Please, if you go I will never ask you for anything ever again,” you tried again once Snape had turned his back to the class.
Draco pursed his lips as though he was genuinely considering it, his eyes still locked on the back of the greasy-haired professor before he turned slightly to you with a deep sigh. “Fine, but don’t expect this to be an annual thing.”
You gave him a bright smile, holding yourself back from jumping around in your seat and completely pushing aside the desire to throw your arms around him in excitement.
“I promise you’ll have fun.”
He hid the small smile that grew on his face from seeing how happy his answer made you, turning his head down towards his parchment filled with notes that all of a sudden seemed interesting as he avoided your gaze. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was the smallest bit of excited at the thought of spending the holiday with you because he knew that wherever you went or whatever you did, he would be perfectly content with you by his side because for the first time in all your years as friends; he realized only a month ago that the weird fluttering feeling in the pit of his stomach when he was around you or the weird overwhelming warmth that spread throughout his entire body like an ocean of water breaking through a dam - was a crush. He hated it at first, noticing and begrudgingly acknowledging it. He thought it was cliche that he somehow fell for one of his closest friends and mostly, he thought that he was going to ruin the friendship entirely. He wanted to wreck it himself, trying to distance himself from you and being extra mean - but he couldn’t.
He adored your company too much and everything that came with you. He adores your laugh, your smile, your hugs when you greet him and how you somehow give him one each time he needs it the most. He adores the study-buddy system you guys have almost every other week before a quiz or an exam. He adores your bad jokes and clumsy accidents even though those qualities annoy him with anyone else. He adores the way you want him to join you in everything fun you and he especially adores the times when he overhears you talking about him as if he’s your favorite person in the world.
Bottom line, he’s all about you.
So when this season of spookiness came, he was expecting your pleading for him to spend the day with you. Only this time, it only took you a couple times before he ultimately agreed to give in to you.
You were ready to explode with thrill at the thought of what the night held in store for you and you didn’t hide it one bit. When the big Hogwarts Hallowe’en feast was over and every one began spilling out from the Great Hall and into the main foyer, you were searching restlessly for a clean mop of silver hair that almost always stuck out in the mass of students. You weren’t sure if you were able to spot him anywhere in under a few seconds because he was unimaginably important to you, or because his hair was so uniquely bright, or maybe it was how boisterous and loud Crabbe and Goyle always were when they were by him, especially if he was with other Slytherins - but you found him, every single time with ease.
After standing on your tippy-toes several times to overlook the stampede of everyone, you finally spotted Draco leaning across a pillar with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face while he stood in a circle of his House friends that included his two goons and his quidditch teammates. You watched him thoughtfully as you approached, taking slow steps towards the group to admire him from afar and also because they were all slightly intimidating. He looked lost in the conversation, laughs escaping from his upturned lips as he listened to whatever was being said, large pale hands running through his hair every so often when the front pieces of his hair would flop down to his forehead.
He looked ridiculously good and effortlessly at that.
You weren’t sure if you should interrupt, hesitating a few feet away from them to where they couldn’t sense your presence but you were close enough to see and hear them clearly.
“We’ll see you later tonight then, Malfoy?” One of the boys nodded towards Draco.
“I’ll show up for a bit, I suppose,” he shrugs.
You see him look around the circle of boys, eyes landing on you momentarily and then back to his friends before doing a double-take towards you again in surprise. You tried to ignore the butterflies erupting in your stomach when his smile widens slightly into a short-lived toothy grin while he said a quick goodbye to his friends causing them all to disband and him to start approaching you.
“Are you ready for the halloween of a lifetime?” You ask as he neared.
He rolled his eyes, laughing faintly. “Where am I meeting you, darling?”
The nick name he used so rarely for you made your knees feel weak, a warm blush rushing up your neck and inching onto your cheeks that you knew was going to be very apparent on your face in a few seconds.
“I’ll meet you right here in an hour,” you say quickly.
You didn’t give him time to answer before you turned quickly in the direction of your common room and began rushing away before he could see the effect he had on you that was so clearly appearing on your face.
You didn’t know what the night held for you and Draco or where it would lead you. Unknowing to you, you were both hoping something more could come out of the evening between the two of you. But he wasn’t one to express himself in that department of feelings and you weren’t feeling bold enough to say anything about yours. It was a gray area of hoping that fate could somehow intervene and throw the two of you into what you both wanted without either of you really saying anything - but it was impossible. There was no outcome or situation you had in mind that could lead you into that, so you were stuck desperately hoping that one day things might end up differently.
It was beginning to feel ironic how in your world full of real tangible magic, there wasn’t a magical solution to your problem. You were trapped feeling like a muggle who had to figure things out by themselves, no magic included. The thought of giving him a love potion did cross your mind as a joke, but it wasn’t a genuine or fair option but little did you know, you don’t need a potion for him to feel the same way - because he already did.
Walking into your dorm felt like an exuberant disaster of everyone running around and sitting in front of mirrors with their makeup or dressing into their costumes. It was noisy and filled with chatter and you were in shock from how much clutter everyone was able to make in such a short period of time from when the feast ended to now. A simple spell would clean everything up so you and everybody else didn’t really pay it any mind.
You maneuvered around the mess of your housemates and towards your bed where your costume was kept in the trunk underneath it, plopping down onto the floor to pull it from the underskirt of your House colored bedding.
“Did he finally say yes?” Your closest roomie friend jumped onto your bed, propping herself up on her elbows and resting her chin on her hands as she watched you dig through your bottomless trunk.
“Surprisingly, yes,” you answered, hiding the smile on your face.
She drawled out a teasing ‘ooh,’ poking your arm lightly with her index finger as you shied away and leaned deeper into your trunk. She was the only one who you willingly admitted your crush to as she was the only person you really trusted to not blather it off to someone.
“Will I be seeing you two in the Slytherin common room?” She wiggled her eyebrows. “The boys are throwing a party and I luckily got an invite, you know how they are. So picky with who shows up.”
“You mean they’re pretentious?” You laugh. “But I don’t know if we’ll be going to it. I know Draco obviously got invited but I was thinking we could do other things.”
“Like what?” She questions as if she knew it was going to be something dirty. “I know a few secret spots around the castle-”
“No, get your mind out of the gutter,” you smack her arm lightly. “I honestly have no clue what to do. I didn’t think he’d actually agree because he never does.”
She runs her hands over her face, stifling her laughs of disbelief before she sighed loudly. “I still suggest some broom closets, hidden out of sight.”
You sit up, pushing her from where she was lying while she laughed amusingly at your false horrified reaction that you put on to hide the fact from her that what she was suggestion really waswhat you wanted.
“I’ll leave you alone so you can get your costume on,” she smiles, jumping up from your bed and tossing one of your pillows at you as she walked away. You let out a huff, tossing it back onto your duvet before setting your costume down on the spot your friend was lying in.
You stared at it hesitantly, all of a sudden feeling nauseous at the thought of going out later with Draco as if it was some sort of date even though you knew it wasn’t. It was just two friends, hanging out, doing some spooky and fun Halloween activities together and nothing more; so why were you feeling so nervous? You weren’t sure if it was your instincts warning you of something major that was approaching or the fear that what you didn’t have planned was going to bite you in the arse when you continuously told Draco he was going to enjoy himself when you didn’t even know if that was going to be true. You didn’t want to disappoint him and mess it up for you in the future when the holiday came again and you didn’t want this to be the first and last time you experienced it with him.
The pressure was raining down on you like thick, hard pieces of hail with no end in sight.
As you were getting dressed and doing your makeup for your costume as you liked, (i’m trying to be vague for your own imagination teehee) all you could think about was what in the hell you were going to do once you met up with the Prince of Slytherin. Your train of thought was then derailed into wondering what he was going to be dressed up as or if he was going to be dressed up at all considering the way he is. He was the type to make fun of people who dressed up, that you knew when you ran into him last year as you were walking back to your common room with your friend, both of you in costume and victims of his gentle bullying. He obviously went easier on the two of you since you were there, telling you he was just messing around afterwards and saying he liked yours but once you were out of his sight but still in ear-shot, you heard him and his two minions berating a small group of people that unfortunately passed by them.
You gave yourself one last look in the floor mirror, letting out a long shaky exhale with your hands clasped together before you started towards the way out of your dorm, through the common room, and ultimately towards the foyer outside the Great Hall where Draco was most likely waiting for you. An hour had gone by since you last saw him, an hour of stress and panic that hadn’t slowed down or stopped.
Your shoes dragged against the stone floors, hugging yourself tightly as you walked nearer towards the spot where you were supposed to meet and as you lifted your gaze - you saw him there, staring right at you with a small grin and just like you expected, no costume.
“Nice costume,” he compliments when you reach him.
“Where’s yours?” You frown.
“I’m not dressing up. That’s embarrassing,” he shakes his head.
You scoff, crossing your arms. “You’re the only one not dressed up,that’sembarrassing.”
You don’t know why it was irritating to you that he wasn’t in costume, even if you knew he wasn’t. You figured it was because you were trying to overpower your nervousness with different more consuming feelings, and much to your and Draco’s dismay, it worked.
You weren’t nervous anymore, just irked.
“I’m staying like this, take it or leave it.”
You rolled your eyes, staring him down and hoping that he would change his mind but he wouldn’t. He was ridiculously stubborn.
In the heat of the moment of a fleeting thought, you decided that if he wasn’t going to be in costume, you would put him in one or at least a hint of one. You pulled your wand out, pointing it onto his striking white hair and with one easy spell, his hair was now a flaming vibrant red.
“Y/N!” He growled, running towards the closest thing that would show off his reflection where he let out a string of frantic curse words. “I look like a bloody Weasley.”
Your laughter caught him off guard, the sound ringing in his ears like music that spread warmth throughout him. You were clutching at your stomach with one hand and pointing at him with the other, giggling wildly at the sight of him with hair that did not suit him at all. He smiled to himself, your glee rubbing off on him abruptly that ate away quickly at his anger.
“You should’ve given me some ratty old hand-me-down robes and I’d look just like Ron,” he notes.
“That’s rude, Draco,” you say still laughing. He smirks, leaving the shiny statue of a knight in armor where he was checking his reflection and back over to you where you were still stuck in between doubling over in laughter and watching him.
“I’m glad this is funny to you,” he muses. He begins digging into the pocket of his dress pants, taking your vulnerability as a chance for him to tap his wand to the top of your head and before you could react, your whole hair had turned a deep green.
Your laughter immediately ended as you ran towards the suit of armor, your grimacing reflection staring back at you with deep Slytherin green hair and a distorted Draco behind you doubling over just like you were moments ago.
“This looks,” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, the scowl on your face saying enough for you as you turned bitterly towards Draco.
“Great?” He suggested, his guffawing subsiding into airy chuckles as you stood in front of him. Yours picked up again as you stared up at him, his striking bright red hair looking terribly unfamiliar on him. He was looking down at you, his heart jumping at the sight of you holding back your laughter. “You really do look dashing by the way.”
You swallowed thickly, thankful for the darkness that had settled around the castle and easily hid the scarlet brush appearing on your face. “But my hair is green.”
“Green is my favorite color.”
You opened your mouth to speak, your stomach and heart dropping simultaneously as your mind went completely blank. You pretended to not notice how he took a step closer to you to where he was almost fully against you and he pretended not to notice the way your lips were parted and how your chest was rising and falling a little too heavily as if you were nervous. It was game over for you when his gaze flickered down towards your lips and then back to your eyes, his head leaning down just the slightest like if he were waiting for you to meet him halfway. You were about to get closer to him, about to let your eyes close and give in to what you believed was him wanting to kiss you - but the world had other plans.
“Malfoy! There you are!” Someone boomed, clambering up the steps from the direction of the dungeons. You both jumped away from each other, your attention diverted to the Slytherin boy that interrupted the moment. “Malfoy come on, the party! And you can bring her too.”
You frowned when the boy came up to the two of you, clearly tipsy, dressed as a stereotypical vampire, and over-excited with the fact that Draco was out and willing to participate in Halloween festivities. It seemed like it bothered the now red-head when he looked to you and then back to the Slytherin boy with an apprehensive expression.
The boy, sensing the pause in the air, grabbed onto both you and Draco’s arms and started dragging the two of you towards the Slytherin common room where although the stone walls were thick, the sound of people celebrating inside were easily slipping past the stone slabs. He spoke the password out quickly and as soon as the entrance was open, you were both shoved inside into what looked like the largest party you had ever witnessed in all your years at Hogwarts. It was packed and filled with what looked like half of the school, or at least a huge majority of fifth-years and up. It was loud with music booming from a brand new wizarding-world radio in the middle of the room currently playing a song from the Weird Sisters. It smelled like a mixture of everyone’s perfumes and colognes and like firewhisky. The boy that pushed you two inside quickly passed you two cups of the very potent firewhisky before downing the third one he had in his hand and disappeared into the crowd while screaming for you to enjoy yourselves.
You both stood awkwardly away from the big and rowdy crowd, your drink clenched tightly in your hand against your chest and Draco swishing his around while it was still in the cup.
He wanted to up and run, thinking that someone was going to make a comment about his hair or about him being there, but no one seemed to pay attention to him or that he was there and in a way, he felt relieved by it and less tense by the second.
“How in the bloody hell did we end up here?” You yelled over the music, putting a hand over his arm that was holding his drink up. You didn’t mean to, but you were glad you did because he glanced down at the contact with a small smile before looking back up to you.
“We got dragged here, remember!” He yelled back.
“What?”
“We got dragged here!”
“I can’t hear you!”
He rolled his eyes, bending down towards your ear to repeat himself one last time before you finally heard him over the mayhem around you.
“This is crazy!” You looked around the room, the sight of all the bodies and recklessness being too much as they were all more than likely drunk and oblivious to how stuffy and suffocating the room was becoming.
You looked down at the golden brown liquid sloshing around in your cup, wondering whether or not you should take it, but with the nervousness you felt coming back, it didn’t take you much longer to decide to down your cup and allow the liquid courage to seep into your veins. Draco watched you with amusement, chuckling to himself when you scrunched up your face in disgust from the burn he knew it caused as it went down your throat. He shook his head, deciding to drink his too and it was only minutes that passed before the drink was quickly becoming apparent in your systems. There was something about Firewhisky that always made its mark promptly and it really was courage in a bottle that you were glad was available to you in that moment because you were sure that in just a few minutes you were close to fainting.
You were beginning to sway faintly to the music, the rhythm sounding more loud but distant and more invigorating. You didn’t care anymore if anyone was watching or that Draco was observing you curiously just as he was beginning to lose all sense of holding himself back. He was inching closer to you, his head moving slightly to beat of the song and pure joy etched onto his features when your eyes met his.
“I keep forgetting I turned your hair red!” You yelled up to him, laughing loudly when he ran his hand through it. In your moment of confidence, you reached up and lightly ran your fingers over one of the front pieces hanging over his forehead. He didn’t stop you, his heart hammering against his chest from the drink and his overwhelming crush that was clouding all his senses. “Your hair is so soft!”
He wanted to pin you up against the wall right then and there. You were peering up at him, just as you were before you were dragged inside by one of his Housemates and as soon as he was about to kiss you.
“Do you want to get out of here?” He knew to bend down this time for you to hear him to which you responded with a fervent nod. You took his hand in yours, pulling him towards the exit of the common room and he let you lead him into the coldness of the dungeons that bit at his cheeks. It was a stark difference from the warmth inside, the crisp October air being more chilled than what either of you were expecting. It felt nice against your flushed skin and easier to breathe, especially once after the common room closed again and you could hear was muffled talking and music.
Neither of you were drunk and were still aware of pretty much everything, mostly the feelings stirring inside you both that was begging either of you to make a move towards the other. You were just a tad tipsy, and so was he, but it was enough for you to still enjoy the night without the initial awkwardness that oddly settled in between you. It was weird, considering how open and talkative you usually were with each other but there was something about the evening that made it feel like if you didn’t know each other.
“What now?” He asked you with a raised brow, his hand slipping into his pocket.
You smiled, an idea coming to your head that you knew he would love and you didn’t mind doing in the name of Halloween. “Do you want to go mess with people?”
He stared at you with widened eyes, “bloody hell, I love you.”
There was nothing that could have prepared you for his response, your own eyes widening in shock as you stared at him. He felt his face get hot in embarrassment, Merlin, he felt so stupid. He was mentally smacking himself in the head, desperately wishing he could bury himself seven feet under the Earth and staying there until the end of time.
He was about to play off what he said in a joking way, but for the second time that night he was interrupted by a couple that stumbled out of the common room drunkenly snogging each other’s faces off and wholly oblivious to you and Draco standing there in lingering panic. You jumped back into his arms when the couple staggered past you, almost knocking you over in the process of their makeout session and it annoyed you beyond belief. It annoyed you that they were in your way, annoyed that they interrupted you, annoyed that it wasn’t you in their position with the one you wanted.
You dug your wand out of your pocket, flicking it their way as they rolled onto the wall, still in each other’s hold until the hex that flew from your wand hit the boy causing him to stagger back from the girl and holding his nose in pain. You heard Draco laugh from behind you when bats began to fly out from the boy’s nostrils while the girl screamed and ran away from one of the bats that swept down onto her head. The bats flew out of the dungeon and up the stairs with the boy struggling loudly the whole way up until his panicked screams were no longer heard.
“That was a perfect bat-bogey,” he looks at you proudly. “I feel bad for that poor bloke’s nose.”
“Thank you, thank you,” you bowed jokingly.
When the sound of the door opened again, you both ran to hide behind a long drape against the wall that didn’t hide your shoes very well and pressed up against your bodies that’s shapes were no doubt visible from the opposite side.
You heard footsteps trail haphazardly down the corridor, their back seemingly facing you and as you both peeked your heads out from behind the drape, Draco nodded towards the boy and pointed his wand towards him.
“Slugulus Eructo,” you heard him whisper and a stream of green light from his wand hit the back of the boy’s head and as he turned around in surprise while doubling over in pain, his hand clamped tightly over his mouth as slugs began to slip past the spaces between his fingers. When he stood up to run away, you noticed it was the same boy from earlier that stopped you two from the almost kiss and dragged you to the party. You let out a string of giggles as he ran away just like your last victims.
“This is so mean,” you chortle, leaning into him from behind the drape in an attempt to get closer to him. You were feeling bolder when he beamed down at you, feeling happy knowing that although the night was still young, he was having fun. “Thank you for coming with me tonight, I know you don’t like Halloween.” You say quietly.
“You finally convinced me, it’s not that bad,” he grins.
“Why’d you hate it in the first place?”
The question seemed to strike a nerve but the Firewhisky still flowing freely in his veins tore away easily at his defenses so instead of avoiding your question entirely like he usually would, he frowned and let his guard down.
“I don’t hate it,” he answers apprehensively. “My father never let me celebrate it. He never let me dress up. He told me respectable wizards don’t partake in holidays like these.”
His pout made your gut twist in sympathy, your hand instinctively going into his as you squeezed it reassuringly. “It’s never too late to start celebrating. Besides, I don’t see him here stopping you.”
He smiled for what felt like the hundredth time that night, his stained-red hair falling over his eyes as he looked down to his shoes.
“You have a point, darling.”
The door of the common room opened again and what you suspected to be another snogging couple to stumble out from the sound of heavy breathing and multiple shoes scuffling about was something completely different.
“Glad Malfoy stayed with someone else today.” It was Crabbe.
“Yeah, he never lets us go to these parties,” Goyle responds. “Go ahead and thank Y/L/N for freeing us, he fancies her like a fool.”
“Reckon we should go look for them?”
You figured Goyle nodded to him like the blathering idiot he was because in a few short seconds they were running away up the same steps everyone else had.
You peered up slowly at Draco who was already gaping at you like a deer in headlights. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The gears in your brain were spinning wildly with happiness, the gossip hopefully being proven true when he didn’t try to deny it. You didn’t realize how close his face was to yours, cheeks tinged with pink from both the firewhisky and sudden shyness and his warm cinnamon breath fanning your face as he looked down at you.
“I can explain,” he finally said.
He didn’t need to; you placed your hands gently on his cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer to you and pressing your lips against his, catching him completely by surprise. His eyes were wide at first, his body rigid and his lips unmoving, but once it finally clicked that this was real and no longer a fantasy that played like a broken record in his head, his lips moved fervently against yours with the rest of his body following. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers squeezing at the hem of your bottoms and his body pushing even further into yours.
Your bottom lip caught lightly in between his teeth as you reluctantly pulled away from him, the both of you breathing raggedly as you searched each other’s eyes.
“I feel the same,” you said softly. “Happy Halloween.”
He smashes his lips hungrily against yours again, his ego growing with each gasp of a delight that escapes your mouth as your hands roamed and tangled themselves into his magically colored strands.
“Very…happy…halloween,” he mutters against your lips in between kisses, a dazy smile adorning your face while he tightened his arms around you.
Summary: PART 10 ! of Draco accidentally falling in love with reader during his sixth year (HBP) and going into the start of the battle of Hogwarts hoping to have reader by his side at the end of it now that it’s all over.
“It’s in Carrow’s office?” He asked, his nose instinctively scrunching when he said his name as if it disgusted him to even mention the man. You nodded as a wordless response in fear that Draco would be able to hear the slight tremble in your voice after a lump at the back of your throat had begun growing at the thought of going back to that awful place. It clouded your mind with darkness and echoing screams of pain as Bellatrix sat over you with her nails piercing into your skin while she demanded answers from you that you refused to give her.
You were silent as you trailed behind him, eyes trained on the top of his muddy silver hair with him nearly pulling you by your hand from how sluggishly you were dragging your feet up the stairs to the floor where everything truly went up in flames. It was almost as if he could sense your distress when you finally reached the undesired floor because as soon as you stepped foot onto the gravel and dirt-filled stone, his arm was wrapping itself snugly around your waist as he leaned over you to press a soft kiss into your temple.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters quietly while his mouth was still beside your ear.
“For what?” You respond just as faintly.
“For what they did to you.” He stops you in the middle of the corridor, his eyes darting towards the end of it where the office was just around the corner. “If I knew, Merlin I’d-“
"You didn’t know,” you frown, interrupting him as soon as you noticed his brow starting to furrow. “And it’s done with now. Besides, I finished what he couldn’t.”
“Yes, you did.” He answers with a fleeting small smile, a hidden proudness behind his words even though he half-heartedly tried to hide it. “But that still doesn’t make it alright. Are you sure you’re okay being here?”
You let out a deep breath before nodding up at him, forcing on a brave face so that this would be over with and you’d be reunited with your wand and on to face the next challenge that was waiting for you on the main floor.
“I’m fine, let’s go,” you say quickly. You grab onto the sleeve of his dress shirt and continue down the hall with him, entirely oblivious to the large statue standing tall at the far end of the way, right outside the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room. Hanging upside down from the top of the statue by a thick piece of rope was Amycus, bloodied and bruised and very obviously frustrated. You didn’t see him, but Draco did, and before you could notice the presence of the man who has shaken your reality with desolation and agony, you were being moved hastily towards the door of the room where your wand was lost in.
“I’ll meet you inside, give me a second,” he urged as he opened the door for you and continued to gently try to shove you inside. You turned to give him a questioning look, wondering why he unexpectedly was becoming so antsy in getting you inside. He stared back at you with a feeble pout and his eyebrows creased, a clear sign that whatever he was up to; he didn’t want you to be around for it.
“Fine,” you mumbled, forcing yourself into the poorly lit room to begin your search.
It felt sickening and nauseating being in the room again. Images of the painful night passed by in your head like a nightmare that you were made to relive as soon as you walked in. You wanted to reach out for Draco again, looking back towards the doorway where you thought he would be standing but he wasn’t and the room felt emptier than it did before. You walked towards the door, holding on to the stone wall to keep you from collapsing and peeking out from behind it to see if you could spot the waves of silver hair nearby doing whatever it was that he was so adamant about keeping hidden from you.
You watched as he walked down the corridor briskly, wholly focused on something or rather someone as he moved like he was on a mission with his wand gripped tightly in his right hand.
Draco swore he was seeing red blind his vision, rage coursing through his veins as he came closer to the hanged man. He squatted down in front of him when he finally reached him, his forearms resting over his knees and twiddling around his wand in his hands with the utmost feeling of satisfaction from the sight in front of him.
The man who constantly berated and belittled him and his family, the man who made it his goal to make his life a living hell inside and out of Hogwarts, and worst of all, he was the same man who tortured and kidnapped his lover on multiple occasions now. The man who went out of his way to ruin people.
He was nothing but a fragment of what he was only hours ago, defeated and physically almost unrecognizable if it wasn’t for his murderous beady eyes and permanently scowling mouth.
“What? Are you going to kill me now, boy?” Amycus questioned sarcastically. “Everyone knows you’re too weak. Go ahead, prove them wrong.”
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He gave in to the itching to press his wand against Carrow’s throat, letting the hawthorn tip dig harshly into his artery. The killing curse was ready to roll off his tongue and put an infinite end to the destruction Amycus brought. He wanted it more than anything, to be the one who took him out, but as the idea became more realistic with each passing millisecond and with his hand starting to tremble, he knew he couldn’t do it. It didn’t matter how much he wanted to, how much he deserved it; he couldn’t.
“I knew you couldn’t,” Amycus croaked once Draco’s wand moved away from his throat.
“I’m not like you,” he mutters bitterly. “I’m not a murderer.”
Amycus’ words were a broken record to him, the same phrases being repeating over and over again like a never-ending torturous cycle of all his biggest insecurities enlaced within a few remarks. If it was a year ago, maybe even a few months ago, or weeks - he would have believed his insults. Just like he always did when they were fired at him, he doubted himself and his character, his strength and skills. But he was growing tired of giving in to his struggles, of giving in to false beliefs.
"Is blood traitor the only insult anyone’s got?” The classic sneer on Draco’s face was one he always used to wear, his blood boiling even further as he stared down at Amycus’ careless expression. Even if he was hung upside down, body battered and bruised, his evil spirits never left him.
“It’s the only one that matters,” he replied. “You think you got yourself all sorted out now? You think those people down there would welcome you with open arms knowing where your family’s loyalties lie? You’re looking for someone to blame for your troubles, blame that foul muggle-loving darling of yours. I was only ever trying to help you.”
“Help?” He let out a disbelieving scoff mixed with a short chuckle, “is that what you call threatening the lives of the people I love?”
As you watched from afar, gnawing at your bottom lip anxiously while grasping the doorway in fear that in any second the script could flip and it would be Draco who was in danger. You wanted to intervene, you could see Carrow’s eyes darting around the corridor, switching gazes between you and the blond raging over him and you were scared that evil would conquer and he’d somehow find a way to hurt the two of you without either of you expecting it.
“It doesn’t matter what I tell you anymore, you’re lost.”
It was Carrow’s sheer tone of confidence that pushed Draco over the edge he was teetering off of. He stood up from his kneeling position without wasting another breath. Amycus Carrow was purely wicked and there was no point in trying to make conversation with him.
The interaction just solidified Draco’s wrath, and though he refused to kill him, he wasn’t past causing him pain and he wasn’t above using the Death Eater’s body as a receiving end to his crucio. His time with the enemies did increase his power and his effectiveness. He didn’t even have to say the spell or force his will to do it, it just flowed from the tip of his wand and seeped itself deep within Carrow’s body. He made sure to wordlessly use the ‘oscausi’ spell before his torment as well, glad to see Amycus’ mouth disappearing and shutting him up before his agonizing screams met your ears, something he didn’t want you to hear no matter how much this monster deserved it.
He continued his torture until he was pleased; until he saw tears of blood escaping beady eyes and defeat completely wash over the man. Draco lowered his wand, letting out a breath of relief and eyeing the disaster in front of him again. Amycus thrashed around, his momentary defeat fading away as his swinging body attempted to break free but the younger Death Eater wasn’t finished either.
He lifted his knee, the Italian leather shoes he wore were the last thing Amycus saw that day before Draco slammed his foot down onto his face with a powerful kick, knocking him out cold and fast. He checked for a pulse, found a weak one, and nodded to himself with satisfaction.
That was enough for him.
When he turned back on his heels to rush down the hall, he wasn’t expecting to see you standing at the end of it where he purposefully hadn’t left you. He briefly stopped in his steps, watching you cautiously to see if what you caught had bothered you, but it didn’t. You briskly began walking towards him, his body still in a bubbling rise of fear until you were in front of him wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. You felt him relax in your touch, his hands smoothing over your lower back and encircling around your hips.
“I’m sorry you had to witness me like that,” he apologizes with pained eyes. “I just had to make him hurt.”
“I understand, Draco,” you sympathize with his revenge. Although you didn’t particularly enjoy seeing your lover so violent, Amycus was someone whose downfall had been long overdue.
Draco walked with you into the dingy office, the stone floor covered in hundreds and thousands of tiny gravel particles that shook from the ceilings with each hit the castle took from the outside. You heard a muttered 'Lumos’ coming from the blond, the majority of the room now all of a sudden glowing with a cold white light, flashes of your last moments in there flickering across your mind like a nightmare you couldn’t escape now that everything was becoming visible. You took a deep breath, moving forward hesitantly in short scuffles around the area you saw your wand discarded when it was taken from you.
It was hard to look around, the flood of emotions almost running completely through you as tears pooled in your eyes faster than you could try to blink them away. You were positive Draco couldn’t see you or hear the small sniffles you were trying to play off by talking about how dusty it was, but he was too observant and never dumb when it came to you.
He sighed to himself, his heart dropping to his stomach slightly when he saw how your gaze shifted around the room and the floor anxiously as though you were reliving whatever you had gone through in those moments when he couldn’t save you. He reached out for your hand, his cold fingertips brushing against your palm and snapping you out of the daze you were in with a small almost inaudible gasp. He gently tugged you behind him, lowering his wand towards the ground and kicking around some of the debris until he finally saw the familiar wand he loved to see in your hands.
“There,” he announces quietly, bending down to pick it up and dust it off on his dress shirt as if dirt had never bothered him in his life. “Back where it belongs.” He places it into your palm carefully, your hand encircling around the wand tightly and holding it against your chest lovingly as if it was alive. He smiled down at you, his hand reaching up to rest on the back of your hair while he gingerly pressed a kiss onto your forehead.
“Thank you.”
“Nothing to thank me for, darling,” he responds softly.
He took your hand again in the direction of the exit, hurrying you out of the room in quick strides until you were out into the corridor and around the corner leading you to the grand staircases.
He hesitated at the first step that would begin the descent to the first floor where the entirety of Hogwarts was gathered in the Great Hall all injured, dead, or alive. He was getting a sudden rush of fear, the same unease repeating in his head that you had already tried to hush away but it still stayed. He didn’t want to be turned away and he didn’t want to feel outcasted anywhere anymore.
“They’re never going to forgive me. They’ll probably cast me outside directly into the line of fire themselves.”
“Draco,” you say softly, placing a gentle palm on his cheek while your fingers brush away the wavy strands hanging over his red-tinged eyes. “In all honesty, it doesn’t matter what they think. They don’t know you or understand you, just what you’ve done and that’s all most of them will ever be able to see. But as long as you know and the people you love know who you are, that’s all that matters. Besides, you’re not alone anymore. You’re stuck with me.”
An amused airy sort of half-laugh escaped his lips, a small smile on his face as he eyed you, the sight in front of him allowing another exhale of relief from his worries.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You feel his fingers graze against your open hand, his pinky absentmindedly linking around yours like you were children making a silent promise to be 'best friends forever.’ “You’re clever, Y/L/N, I’ll give you that. Always knowing what to say to make me feel like I’m on top of the world.”
“It’s because I’ve bewitched you,” you smile stupidly while the blond rolled his eyes.
“So you admit it? Are you slipping me amortentia too?” He searched your playful features, the glint of amusement in your eyes he loved and missed to see that always left him feeling breathless.
“Definitely,” you answer sarcastically. “But enough stalling, let’s go.”
He let you lead him down the stairs, his hand held tightly in yours while his gaze stayed stuck on his feet shuffling slowly down the steps.
Your conversation was rattling around in his head for some reason, his heart a little lighter after the impromptu banter even if it wasn’t the most appropriate time to joke around. But your words brought him back to the times when you weren’t with him; when you were forced to separate. The days and the nights he’d be worried sick with his thoughts in a twist and his chest pounding with worry over your safety.
Sometimes through those thoughts, he would have a very odd and unworldly recurring one now and then that made him wish that really, you were just a smart witch who managed to slip him amortentia every day and that those concerns over you and your life weren’t real. He sometimes felt so deeply that it scared him, feelings so raw that he couldn’t possibly understand and that tore him apart if he wasn’t distracting himself with something else. He couldn’t help but seldom wonder if maybe the non-existent love potion you had on him faded away; so would his fears and feelings. But they never did, they only grew both more pitiful and meaningful in a whirlwind of others.
And though he often hated to admit just how deeply he felt and the vulnerability that came with it, he has no regrets about letting you in. Without you, his world would just be a dark storm of chaos and pain, but with you; there’s a light at the end of a tunnel. You’re the sun, the moon, and all the stars to him that light up his darkest days and help guide him and teach him in more ways than he could ever fathom.
Before he knew it, he was stepping over and maneuvering around debris from the battle, the hand holding yours feeling more clammy as you both witnessed for the first time the aftermath of what just happened in and outside the castle’s walls not too long ago.
The sky was a blackened gray, a thunderous cover still sitting over the night with lingering clouds of smoke that looked like they came from fireworks but had instead been hexes and curses streaming through the air with the build-up of dust from the destruction.
It was painful, seeing people searching around still and calling out for whoever they were looking for. Bodies of Death Eaters and Scattered wands and ends of them that seemed to be snapped in half and dumped randomly. Giant holes blasted in the middle of the walls and so high up towards the tall ceilings that it looked like half the room was gone. It was silent, but mournful cries were ringing throughout the air and groans of pain coming from those who were injured. Everyone you had seen so far looked just like you and Draco did; dirty, disheveled, anxious, and dazed in a numb state.
You felt him get closer to you when you walked towards the wide-open doors of the Great Hall that sounded busier as you approached. You could feel the turmoil inside, the grief and the pain. Emotions were running high and strongly enough so that anyone who entered the room would feel it.
Draco swallowed thickly as he looked around, his stomach churning with shame as if it were his fault why everything and everyone was in anguish.
You looked up at him almost knowingly, your thumb soothingly running back and forth over the back of his hand while you gently squeezed it. You knew him well enough that he would start blaming himself, just like he always did much to your dismay.
You continued to lead him through the masses, both of you ignoring the furious glances in your direction as you trailed through with the very prominent silver-haired Slytherin who everyone now knew was associated with the Dark Lord and his servants. You heard a couple of hateful mutters, but it was relatively quiet as you ignored those too and kept your search for Madam Pomfrey with trembling and careful steps. Draco kept his eyes downcast, some of the spots of blood on the ground made him feel dizzy but it was better than anything else in his surroundings that he refused to acknowledge any more than he already had.
Madam Pomfrey was scurrying around a back corner when you finally found her, sweat dripping down her face and her uniform stained with grime and scarlet marks. The second she saw you, her hands flew up in surprise on either side of her head, the motion being followed by her hands suddenly clamping over her mouth as a shocked and visibly grateful expression crossed her face.
“Y/N!” She wailed quietly, her hands bunching up at her skirt while she moved around the area to meet you halfway. You weren’t expecting her to pull you into a hug, her hand smoothing over the back of your hair as she pulled away and seemingly inspecting you for any injuries. “I’m so glad you’re okay, dear. I overheard someone saying they saw you and Professor Carrow on one of the top floors and they weren’t sure if you made it out alive before they left. I’ve been worried sick, I don’t know how much more loss I can take.”
You blinked hard, trying to register her impromptu vent and concern over you as if you were the most important person to her in the room. “You worried about me, Madam Pomfrey?”
“Why, of course!” She exclaimed as if it was the most obvious fact in the world. “I didn’t watch you grow up, mend your injuries, and help you learn the beauty of healing without growing a soft spot for you. I sometimes feel like you’re the daughter I never had.”
You gave her a warm smile, her random confession making your chest feel a little less heavy. You were sure she was riddled with feeling the need to speak her mind and telling people how she truly felt about them after seeing all the deceased, all the people who she didn’t get a chance to talk to, or whose loved ones didn’t get a chance to either.
“While I have you here, a lot of people need tending and it’s only a few others and myself, would you-”
“No need to ask,” you quickly agreed, it was a no-brainer. Your hands were itching with the need to help, it was the main reason why you chose to come down. “Where do you need me?”
“Anyone you see who needs it.”
She gave a curt nod to Draco who she may or may not have ignored just the slightest and gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before she rushed over to someone behind you who had been calling for help.
You turn slowly to scan the room, cot-ridden people some covered in bandages and some holding onto their wounds while they waited for Pomfrey or anyone. You decided to focus on those first, Draco trailing closely behind you as you began making a beeline towards the people who looked to be in the worst shape.
Your wand was now held tightly in your shaking hand, the stress of doing real Healer work being something more common than you could have imagined now being right in front of you. You were still learning, still strengthening your skills but they were still sufficient, a natural gift you carried with you.
The first person you helped was a sixth-year boy, one you remember seeing on the Gryffindor Quidditch team as soon as he was in his second year as one of their more skilled Chasers. You remember seeing him play, so determined and full of rough excitement especially when he would be in a match against Slytherin. But now he was here, bleeding out on a cot with his hands held tightly over a spot on his waist and the light gone from his eyes. He was barely alive, nearly defeated and it made you want to scream out of sadness and frustration.
“Draco, I need your help,” you said quickly as you observed the wound, pulling the boy’s hands away from his side. “I need you to lift him up while I check him from the back.”
“What?” He wished he heard you wrong, but he knew what you were asking him to do.
“I need you to lift him, please, hurry,” you say to him again and this time he hastily moved to lower himself to the ground beside you and timidly began trying to prop the boy up. When he finally was able to, he watched you carefully as you worked diligently. He watched your hands feel around for any more bodily harm, your eyebrows knitted together in deep thought and worry, your bottom lip stressfully caught in between your teeth. You were muttering hopeful remarks to the boy that he would be okay, and as you dragged your wand across the deep gashes with your magical contact and intense care; Draco had realized just how talented you were. You were in your prime, your element, in full force.
After you bandaged the boy up with a quick spell, you allowed Draco to set him back down and began moving to the next without missing a beat.
It was like that for a while, moving around like a robot with one job where nothing else mattered except the saving of a life. You helped every single person you were able to, all the while Draco was admiring your skills with deep respect even while you were ordering him around to help you.
Hours passed, it seemed like. The only indication that time had indeed passed was the brightening of the dull gray sky now welcoming dawn. You had been working relentlessly, so much so, that for a while you forgot where you were and what you were doing there. If it wasn’t for Draco pointing out the new change of day and what everyone was anxiously waiting for - you would have kept healing until you couldn’t.
A flurry of hushed whispers fell amongst the desolated crowd packed inside the Great Hall. People were beginning to stand up and look outwards towards the collapsed gaping hole in the wall that faced the main courtyard where an army of dark-cloaked figures was approaching from the castle’s bridge. Voldemort was returning, and you weren’t sure if it was going to be a fight or the surrender he had promised. You weren’t even sure if Harry went to him, you were clueless about everything and so was Draco.
A mob of students and adults had hesitantly but willfully moved outside through the large hole exposing the outside. They had an air of almost guardianship surrounding them, shoulders squared and hands gripping their wands tightly as they blocked off the opening. Those who wanted to see what was coming had also begun making their way outside, leaving only the injured and the terrified inside.
Draco looked at you expectantly, silently telling you that he needed to be outside too. You knew he’d want to search for his parents and there wasn’t any protest from you as you trailed behind him to the main yard. You stopped beside him on the steps where the majority of the people stood, allowing the two of you to blend in somewhat.
It was quiet but the sound of several footsteps, stopping suddenly with their leader where he wanted and then suddenly all that echoed throughout the courtyard was, “Harry Potter… is dead!”
You held your breath and at the same time felt Draco stiffen next to you. You saw his eyes land first on his parents, they were clear as day just as frightened as he was as they filled out into the courtyard. They stood at the front of the crowd with the rest of the inner circle they were no longer a part of, standing off to the side with sullen and exhausted expressions or terrified, you couldn’t quite tell.
You couldn’t process what vile words were being thrown out into the air by the creature and creator of evil himself, nor could you process the eerie silence that fell upon what seemed like the whole world. There was not a bird in the sky, not a shimmer of sunlight, no butterflies or pixies fluttering around. It was like the Earth was dying alongside everyone. The darkness was devouring the wizarding world, but it was also seeping into the muggle world.
You hadn’t even noticed what was going on, Voldemort’s unsettling speech fading in your ears until you felt Draco’s grip around your hand tighten almost painfully as if he was petrified by something. He felt statuesque beside you, his skin feeling cold and clammy and after a few seconds of a complete dead quietness, you understood why.
“Draco!” Lucius called out loudly in a quavering voice. Your head snapped in his direction, and then towards Draco, his eyes were shifting around him nervously at everyone who had turned to stare at him. He was analyzing them too, wondering if any of them would ask him to stay or to leave. His adam’s apple was bobbing up and down as if he wanted to cry, a trembling breath falling from his lips as his father called for him one more time to come to him.
Your heart was beating through your chest now, your body turning slightly towards his as you wrapped your free hand around his wrist softly. He was being tested and in the worst way possible with a whole expecting audience. The fight between wanting to be good or being with his family was visibly eating him alive; even if it meant betraying himself, he loved his parents and being with them even if it was in awful, wicked circumstances.
You started to feel more frantic when Narcissa stepped forward, her facial expression was like stone, but the emotion swimming behind her eyes was vivid. You saw the same appearance on her the last time you were at the Manor, strong on the outside but troubled on the inside - much like her son. A pale manicured hand was placed on her husband’s shoulder, her lips set in a thin line as she observed Draco and then you. You held your breath, knowing that if she called him to her, he would go. You felt like preparing yourself for the blow that was about to come, for the goodbye, for the letting go again, but nothing ever came.
She waited until Voldemort had his back to her, her eyes locking with yours suddenly and then over to Draco while she smiled ever so slightly, you almost missing it completely before she nodded just as faintly and mouthed, “it’s okay.”
The hold on your hand lessened almost immediately only for him to stiffen again when Voldemort looked back between him and then his parents. You sensed Draco about to lurch forward, but someone else did first.
Neville stepped forward, the attention falling on him now as Voldemort focused his unbelieving stare on him now. But what he thought was a new devoter was actually the complete opposite.
The speech he gave inspired the atmosphere again and gave strength to the people still willing to fight. You held onto Draco’s hand tightly, his head turning to face you with worry at the death-like grip and the tremors shooting down your arms. He was about to take you away, about to run somewhere far away with you in his arms and ready to fight for his life to escape the next fight about to take place. He didn’t want you to bear witness to any more pain and just as he opened his mouth to speak - everyone in the courtyard had audibly and roughly gasped in surprise.
He turned hastily, his gaze following everyone else’s to where Harry now stood, wand in his hand and shooting a spell at the Dark Lord’s snake companion. He saw Voldemort staring back in horror, throwing spells back at Harry’s retreating figure while some of the Death Eaters began to apparate into the air in their signature black mists. That is when Draco found his footing again, his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach as he damn near pulled you away with all his might.
You cried out in fear, the blasts being sent through the air and screams of spells like repeats of the night before were enough to have your courage muddled once again. This time, though, Draco was going to make it his mission to keep you out of harm’s way.
He ran inside the castle with you, sprinting down the corridors with your hand grasped tightly in his as you passed piles of rubble and the empty portraits that were once alive. He stopped at a random door, forgetting about his wand and rather following his primal instincts to kick at its wooden planks until it swung open to reveal a dark classroom. He kept your hand in his as he maneuvered around the desks with you in the dark, his destination being the small storage room at the very back of the class where it was hidden by some tall display shelves.
The storage closet was cramped and empty, a couple of unlabeled and old dusty bottles of who knows what was left on the shelves above. He moved you inside - but he didn’t follow this time.
“Draco,” you warn. “Where are you going?”
He opened his mouth to answer but he quickly shut it, his head turning around rapidly at the sound of someone running outside the class. That’s when you saw it, a dark mist unexpectedly showed up at the door, a harsh “Malfoy brat!” escaping his mouth as he started running towards Draco with his wand in his hand.
“I love you,” Draco hastily said before slamming the door shut in your face. A clicking sound rang in the little room, your hand reaching for the doorknob he just locked on you to try and rattle it open.
Struggling grunts, loud bangs, and finally a shattering window echoed in your ears despite you being locked in the storage room. You were paralyzed with fear, keeping deathly silent to try and hear if they were still in the room or if someone had been killed. You prayed it wasn’t the latter, increasingly growing angry with Draco for not allowing you to help him. Though you’d complained to him about him not letting you fight beside him, and saved him from being killed by the Death Eater the night before, you understood why he always flees to hide you.
It wasn’t because he thought you were weak, he told you time and time again it wasn’t your skills he was worried about - but his.
You fished out your wand with shaky hands and blurred vision, pointing towards the doorknob with a fervent 'alohomora.’ It slowly opened, your foot kicking it forward only slightly as you cautiously stepped back out into the open. There was no one and nothing there but stained glass window shards on the ground near the middle of the room where the fight between the two undoubtedly happened. You ran towards the mess, leaping up onto a ledge and looking outside the window where Draco was nowhere to be found.
A dry mouth accompanied your fears, a coldness enveloping you with an unwelcome hug as you stepped back onto the ground and made a beeline towards the door of the classroom. You rushed through the hallway, ducking and hiding from Death Eaters as you ran with all your might towards the Great Hall.
It was still packed with people, more injured people than there was the last time you were in there less than an hour ago. Everything moved so fast, your feet carrying you forward without another thought as you bolted through the Great Hall and towards the courtyard.
You almost made it to the opening, your eyes suddenly spotting three heads of bright platinum hair in the distance hiding behind a large fallen pillar before you were met with the cold stone beneath you.
Someone had grabbed your leg as you were running, your body colliding with the floor as you ripped yourself away almost instantly once you realized you had fallen. You looked back with your wand on defense as you prepared to face your attacker, but there was no one.
A pale and almost green-looking older man stared at you with wide fearful irises, pupils blown out and mouth hanging open and moaning in pain. He gestured weakly to his wounded body and the sight nearly made you want to collapse all over again.
You glanced back towards Draco and then again towards the man, the decision in your head already being made with the innate need to want to heal the man before you as you scurried over quickly to tend to him. You used your wand to try and heal some of his more major wounds but some of them wouldn’t close fast enough and you were left with the man falling deeper into pain as he lost more blood.
He started grabbing at your hands, forcefully pushing your wand hand towards his lacerations while you struggled to focus between him and the battlefield where Draco was standing with his parents.
“Please, heal me, please miss,” he begged, pulling your arm again. You were forced to turn away, worry eating away at you as you struggled to center your mind for the spell to close up his wounds. He finally stopped clawing at you, sitting back in defeat as you croaked out the bandaging spell with a shaky hand over the area, and finally saw most of his gashes closing up while you did.
Your momentary focus was cut short when a loud boom roared throughout the area, some of the windows breaking from the frequency of it and your eardrums suddenly pulsing with a high-pitched ringing. You fell back on your hands, your blood running cold as you hastily turned around to look outside. You couldn’t see anything, just a thick unpenetrable cloud of smoke and more chunks of the castle falling. You could feel the ground shake as they connected with the stone pavement, more dust flying up into the air as they did.
You felt like screaming, maybe you were, you couldn’t hear a thing besides the ringing and distant explosions. Hot tears were falling down your face as you pushed yourself up from the ground, stumbling over your feet from how fast you were moving yet feeling so heavy at the same time. You couldn’t stop yourself from trying to run blindly into the cloud of smoke, desperately trying to look for Draco all while praying that you didn’t and instead he moved out of the way.
Your hearing was slowly returning to you; the sound of nothing yet everything was unnerving. Cries and spell incantations and destruction - but also panicked dead silence. You could feel and faintly hear yourself screaming out for Draco, his name echoing brokenly in the darkened air.
It felt like everything was moving in slow-motion, a feeling you don’t think you’d ever get used to no matter how often it happened. It always ensued in the most unanticipated and painful moments, your adrenaline sky-rocketing and your mind moving rapidly, but everything else seemed to move like a stop-motion film.
People had started running out of the smoke and towards the opening in the wall to retreat into the Great Hall. They were coughing violently, some hobbling over and grabbing at themselves from wherever they were in pain. Some brushed past you, some bumped into you as if you weren’t there, some gripped onto your arms and pleaded for you to go inside either because they needed help or were just trying to protect you from moving out of a danger zone. You felt dumb still calling out for Draco, no answer, no speck of white dirtied hair, no one hearing or seeing a thing about him.
The sob stuck in your throat finally tore itself through, your heart dropping to your stomach as Madam Pomfrey appeared near the wall to call out for you to come inside to help again. You didn’t want to leave your spot in the sheer and blind hope that the love of your life would stumble through the area safe and okay. Even when the smoke cleared up and Harry Potter and Voldemort became clear in the courtyard again with their wands fighting against each other, you still didn’t see any sign of Draco.
“Y/N!” Madam Pomfrey called for you again desperately as she ushered people inside. You were sick to your stomach, your vision hazy and your legs weak. You couldn’t stop crying or shaking, all of your worst nightmares abruptly feeling too real for you to handle. Your name was called for again, your heart breaking even further as your feet unwillingly dragged you back inside only to be thrown back into healing people which was ironically the last thing you wanted to do at this moment.
Your tears didn’t stop when you were kneeled and tending to someone’s broken ankle, your whole body trembling still even as you tried to focus and still yourself enough to give them what they needed. All you could think about was Draco and how you might never see him alive again, never feel him, or experience life with him in the way you dreamed of. Every moment you spent with him felt like it was slowly going down the drain; everything you went through - all were just going to be agonizing memories. The recurring nightmarish flush of emotions that felt like they ran through you every other day when you thought Draco was dead was on the forefront now. You swore you were about to empty dry-heave over the person underneath you, forcing down the need to gag even if it was painfully bubbling in your throat.
It was panic all around you, and panic, and more panic - until there wasn’t. You hadn’t even noticed that all the rushing and commotion in the room stopped until you realized you were able to hear your faint weeping and then scattered shocked gasps and a disappearing howl of the wind.
You hastily stood up from your kneeled position over the person you were finished tending, your sight bouncing from every corner of the courtyard where the only visible person in your vision was Harry, his head following the movement of a long whirl of black ashes that were disappearing into the gray and polluted sky from the aftermath of the battle.
The realization hit you a million times over in the few seconds that you watched the ashes vanish into thin air.
Voldemort was gone.
The only thing on Earth that was standing between you and Draco from giving in to each other freely and thoughtlessly. It felt like all your fears had dissipated into the gray hub with the speckled ashes of the Dark Lord, no more worry for the future that no longer looked so bleak - but unknowing again. You couldn’t find Draco anywhere and just as fast as your dread had left you; it came rushing back with a nauseating flood of terror. You were never sure whether to trust your intuition that always sparkled with faith that tried to wash away your worries or your mind that was racing with doubts and pessimistic thoughts telling the rest of your being to relax and lose the blind hope.
You almost tripped over yourself trying to scurry out towards the gathering crowd near the exit, your heartbeat feeling hollow and legs weak and feeling like you were sinking into quicksand. You brought up your elbow to try and maneuver yourself through the growing group of people, but someone with a swift grasp around your arm had stopped you and spun you around directly into their embrace.
Draco was no stranger to you. There was nothing about him that you wouldn’t be able to recognize. You knew it was him the moment your nose brushed against the cool skin of his throat where it still smelled faintly of his cologne. You felt his disheveled hair tickle your cheeks and the soft thankful string of whispers that felt like a warm kiss going past your ear lobes. Your arms were tight around his neck, not caring about the possibility that you might be choking him but he was holding onto your waist just as hard and unknowingly spinning you both around in a slow and dazed way that felt like gravity was pulling you both together as he rocked you carefully back and forth in his hold. Your endless hot tears were falling onto his collarbones and soaking the neckline of his shirt, his physical presence almost being too much for you after you had accidentally convinced yourself of his death.
“I thought you died,” you mumble out muffledly into his chest. “I saw you and then there was a blast and-”
“You forget I can apparate, Y/L/N?” He whispers the question.
When you finally opened your eyes, you were still tightly held in Draco’s arms, propping your chin on his shoulder as you held your breath from the beauty that was unveiling itself right in front of you. You were facing the opening to the courtyard, the dense gray thunderous clouds in the orange and blue sky were quickly disappearing as if they were being magically blown away like they didn’t belong there.
The sun was beaming down on you, the rays kissing every inch of your face with a warmth that filled you with peace. You hadn’t seen the sun in so long, bright and shimmering in all its glory like it was the first day of summer. Birds and other small flying creatures were soaring through the air again, the chirps and songs of dawn that began the new day were beautifully loud as if they were alarms that were waking everyone up from a nightmare.
It felt like the morning of a day you were yearning so long for, a day that felt like the equivalent of events that you were just so thrilled for and couldn’t wait for, where you spent the night before wide-awake with adrenaline and couldn’t sleep because of how excited you were for what lied ahead; like the day before you began your first-year at Hogwarts. Otherworldly and full of awe and wondrous hope for a future that was now infinite.
You weren’t sure how long it took you to tear your stare away from the scene. You leaned back, his hands still resting on your hips to hold you in place as you gazed into his waiting eyes but it was enough to make you feel speechless again. You wanted to kiss him with every fiber in your being, feel his touch from head to toe.
You took a look around you and saw everyone in a mix of joyous tears, celebratory hugs, and kisses.
“Are you alright?” He asked you quietly, soft concern entangled between his words, eyebrows furrowed and eyes focused on yours attentively. “I’m sorry I left you in the storage closet. I was going to go in with you, I swear, but I heard someone coming and-”
“It’s okay, Draco,” you cut him off, releasing a huff of air, “I’m alright and I understand. Thank you.” You gave him a teary smile. He returned the grin half-heartedly, one of his hands coming up from behind your back and carefully moving a flyaway out of your face.
“Good.” He let out breathily. “Now let’s get out of here for a minute.”
His fingers interlocked with yours, his arm tugging you slightly in the direction he wanted to take you in as he turned on his heel and began towards the Great Hall’s main doors. It felt foreign now that it was riddled with every awful thing that just happened, stained and etched into the stone walls for the rest of Hogwarts history.
Everything was different now, it looked and felt like so in the clearest way.
You were walking through the large meadows blossoming throughout the outside of the school now that the sun was out and all its beings that came with its bright renewing light. Tall blades of grass brushed across your ankles, flowers, and weeds latching themselves onto your calves slightly as if they were hugging your lower limbs like they were old friends.
He was taking you towards your tree, its lively branches twirling around in the whistling gales flowing through it. It snowed white and pink wispy petals and bright green leaves, the pieces of nature flying excitedly in the air as they fell all around you or disappeared into the passing breeze.
There was a pause when you both stopped in your steps in front of the sentient’s trunk, right underneath all its shaking twigs. Your hands stayed in each other’s grasp, but no words were said yet. No reactions or outbursts, just blankness written on his perfect face if you ignored the wrinkle in his brow you were sure was permanent now as it was always there.
“How do you feel?” You ask almost hesitantly, the thickness in the air growing by the second from his silence.
“I don’t know.” He sounds far away. His head was in a million other places than where he was. “It’s odd, I thought I’d-” He stopped himself. You caught the disappointment that flashed across his icy eyes.
“What is it?” You waited. You hoped you didn’t sound too eager, however the innate need you felt now to ease away all his worries always had you ready at your feet to bring him some sort of peace.
“I thought it would feel happier,” he mumbles, looking up at you with vast watery eyes. “He’s gone, but he left me with nothing.”
You frown at his reveal. You could sense the uneasiness inside him as the adrenaline from watching the Dark Lord disappear into thin air had rapidly passed for him. He was realizing now that his problem was no longer Voldemort, but his life that got thrown off its track in the process.
“And the worst of it all,” he mutters bitterly, his tears now rushing angrily down his face in muddy streaks. You felt him roughly pull his left sleeve up, pitiful sniffles emitting from him as he struggled helplessly to fold the fabric up his arm.
You placed a careful hand over his trembling ones, stopping his wild movements as you tried your best to hush him into comfort. It seemed like the simplest things work for him when they come from you, centering all his anger and sadness so abruptly it almost feels like he gets brought back down to Earth after being launched into space. He was still livid and ashamed, but for your sake only, he kept himself from moving recklessly and calmed his haphazardness.
“It’s still there,” he let out defeatedly, dragging his fingers across the faded black ink on his skin. You could still make out the skull and the snake, its form still clear as day, just significantly less opaque on his arm.
Draco felt let down almost. He built up the excitement of thinking he would be able to get rid of that horrible mark one day if Voldemort ever got defeated, but the day was finally here and yet it still stained him as a reminder of the worst years of his life that he wanted to do everything in his power to forget.
“I seem to remember telling you the night you first showed it to me,” you trailed off as you replaced the hand over his mark with yours. “That, while I know you hate it and I know it hurts to see it. It’s not you. And one day, forth from today, it’s going to be so faint that it’ll just be a reminder of how you survived and got through the most difficult point of your life. I know you want to forget, but this won’t ever be something you can just ignore. It’s going to be with you forever and the only thing you can do is move forward and try towards the future you dreamed of when you thought it was impossible. I believe in your future, Draco. You can still be who you want to be.”
He would never be able to fully explain to you how appreciative he was for you; for your entire existence and your presence in his life. He couldn’t fathom how much the flurry of emotions that ran through his body affected him due to your reassuring words dripping from your lips like honey. Simple skin-to-skin contact from you, or even just a look - could send his mind into a hurricane like that. He doesn’t think he’ll get over it, ever.
The feeling of you.
Draco took a shuddering breath, allowing the unexpected warm air to fill his lungs and hopefully rid his body of its anxious random quivering. He didn’t want to cry anymore in front of you, nor did he want to sadden you on what was supposed to be a relieving day.
Unfortunately for him, you were able to read him instantly. You finally cracked the code of Draco Malfoy and what he looked like when he was withholding words or sentiments from you. When he was genuinely troubled with his thoughts. Or any other beautiful or haunting expression that settled itself onto his porcelain features. Your speech to him had touched the deepest depths in his heart and eased his worries tremendously, but he couldn’t shake the anxiety gnawing at him.
Right now, he was looking spooked and pained. His expression wasn’t as harsh as it had been for the last many months you’ve known him now, but it was still clear he was disturbed. You knew nothing you said or did for him would be able to completely erase the events that transpired and changed not only his world but the whole wizarding world - and yours. Everyone had overextended their body, minds, powers, and efforts for the sake of a bright future with the endless possibilities that no one would ever take for granted again.
All you were able to do for him right now was gently tug his arm to wordlessly ask him to sit in the grass with you, to which he complied, and you embraced him with every intention of never letting go. Something about the way you wrapped your whole self around him made him feel grateful all over again and most of all, safe. Your hands ran up and down his back soothingly, every once in a while one snaked up his neck and played with the hair on the back of his head, nails grazing soft circles onto his scalp. Your chest was flush against his and he couldn’t help moving you onto his lap to wrap his arms around you tighter and bring you impossibly closer.
This was the first time, he realized, that when he closed his eyes and saw the darkness surrounding his vision - it wasn’t bleak. It wasn’t hopeless as it had been just over an hour ago. It was like a huge iron weight had been lifted off his chest, the figurative anchor tugging him to the bottom of his despair was cut free and he felt himself slowly but surely coming back up to the surface. The drowning feeling in him wasn’t overwhelming anymore.
Draco was unsure of whether or not his steady breathing was because he had automatically begun matching his inhales and exhales to the rise and fall of your chest against him, or if it was because of the continuous realization that the Devil looming over his fate was gone, but he was grateful.
Merlin, he was so grateful.
He was fine for a second. But then something much worse came to mind.
The thoughts of what would happen after Voldemort’s death quickly changed from him wondering how can he move forward with his life and now tainted past, to realizing what he and his family did was a crime. An extremely unforgiving crime in his world and one punishable by an eternity of imprisonment in the worst place imaginable. A place that if he didn’t have the soul sucked out of him physically, he would lose it himself with time as he rotted away.
Draco felt his breathing switch from steady to ragged almost instantaneously again. His hands were suddenly on your hips, carefully sliding you off of him and scooting away from you so that he could gather himself. He couldn’t look at you right now, feeling insanely guilty for who he was and how you didn’t deserve to deal with his mess. You didn’t deserve to keep getting put through hell for him and he hated knowing that everything awful that had happened to you has been directly linked to him, caused by him indirectly.
"Draco,” you call out to him gently. You saw the panic in his eyes, his cheeks growing red with dread, and his fingers pulling at his white strands. You feared for him, his heart, and his mind. You wanted to cry with him, understanding that he wasn’t going to be okay for a while.
“I’m so pathetic, I’m sorry,” he expressed to you meekly.
“What’s wrong, love?” You try again. You crawled over to him, stopping in front of him where he was hugging his knees to his chest and sobbing into the fabric of his pants. His cries broke your heart like they did every time, the pain always evident in his wavering voice. “Maybe I can help?”
“No, Y/N,” he muttered weakly. “You can’t help me on this one.”
“How do you know that if you won’t tell me what it is.” You frown at his stubbornness. You noticed his attempt at trying to take a deep breath to answer you and the way his head slightly shook from side to side.
“Unless you can stop the ministry from banishing me to Azkaban,” he finally spits out with a
Summary: Now that you were as confused as ever, you decided to do something about it. And that something was absolutely nothing. Or was it? And would Draco notice?
A/N: Y’all I really can’t stop writing this because it’s so cute and it needs to get somewhere but those things take time and well welcome to pining and a change of heart. Please enjoy my semesters of Latin used in this series also. It’s quite fun to use what I know to create potions and spells. I love you all and the feedback I’ve gotten so far! It means the world to me! Stay safe and stay creative!
I spent almost all night trying to figure out what Draco meant in the hall but found nothing. Well, there was the hope that maybe he understood something deeper about happiness… but that couldn’t be possible. And if it was why would he tell me?
I wanted to talk to him, confront him, ask him what he meant.
I also wanted to know where this family feud started… there had to be a good reason that Lupines didn’t get along with Malfoys, other than the obvious I assumed.
But was it obvious?
“You’re going to stare a hole through the wall Y/n,” Hermione didn’t look up from her book as she noted my glaring.
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
Summary: Is Umbridge the worst thing you have to face? Is there a silver lining or something much darker lurking underneath?
A/n: Y’all are going to love me, then hate me. I’m serious. You guys love my fluff writing, but for those who have been with me for a while know I’m the goddess of angst writing. But it’s also +15k words so… Also this gets slightly PG-13 but nothing too risque. So, there’s that. Let me know what you think! I love seeing all the messages/comments from you guys!
Draco quickly found you in the halls, your silvery cloak setting you apart from the masses of black. If his aunt Bellatrix was out from Azkaban, so were a lot of other Death Eaters and he had gone about frantic the past few days not knowing if you were alright.
Paranoia wouldn’t leave him alone. Someone had to know what you meant to him. Maybe his father found out. Maybe someone told from the school. Maybe his aunt had seen you that day on winter holiday. There were too many variables.
But you were there smiling beside your friends waving at him. He pulled you into a quick hug and quickly slung his arm around your shoulders, his eyes darting around the halls as if he were expecting a Death Eater to jump out and take you away.
A/n: Hello my darlings! Welcome to the next part and honestly it took me a while to figure out where I wanted to take this, so please enjoy the angsty fluff of this chapter and I’m happy to introduce Susan! (you’ll understand later). I love you guys so much you have no idea, please don’t stop commenting, reblogging and liking, you have no idea how much it excites me and motivates me to keep writing. ALSO GUYS TOM FELTON IS GOING TO BE AT THE COMICON NEAR ME AND YOU BET YOUR GALLEONS THAT I AM DROPPING COLLEGE MONEY TO GO AND MEET THAT MAN
As I am writing for the Harry Potter fandom right now, I thought I’d explain something about how I feel and the “sorting” that occurs in the book/movies.
Firstly: I don’t like the idea of sorting at all. I have gone through deep depression and anxiety and have spent my whole life until recently being what someone told me to be because I was terrified to let someone down. And I think that anxiety is placed on every Hogwarts student when they’re sorted. Being put in one house or another allows the person to cling to what makes their house and forget parts of themselves that should be loved and nurtured too. I am allowed to be brave and ambitious and kind and intelligent all at the same time. One is not stronger than the other because I need them all. They are woven together in the tapestry that is me. Some threads are dark and some are bright and shining. I am not just one thing. I can’t. It’ll drive a person mad trying to focus on one part of their life and not others. All of you is important. Every part. Don’t be restricted by what a house says about you. If you want to be brave, take that first step. If you want to be kind and stand for fair play, well you’re just as brave and ambitious to me in today’s day. If you love books and certain topics and spend countless hours learning to be the best, well, you’re going to adore college because it’s what I get to do all year. Yet, I am still kind, I still value fair play, I am still bold and I still strive to be the best of me. And so can you. I am a Gryffindor, sure, for all intents and purposes but can’t I be more than that?
Secondly: JK Rowling has rigged the house system against everyone but a Gryffindor. She wrote an entire house to be the villains and I can’t stand beside that. I believe everyone deserves a chance and making anyone an “unredeemable slytherin” is an awful thing to do. Sure, it is from Harry’s perspective and he has the attention span of a goldfish, but she made that choice. As a writer I know what goes into writing and she lost respect very quickly from me the moment I met a slytherin character. It’s lazy writing, to just default a character to a villain and I won’t stand behind it. Before I even knew what Harry Potter was, all of my friends happen to be Slytherin, heck, my best friend who’s going to be my maid of honor is a slytherin. And not for a minute can you tell me that she is an villain. Not for a minute can you tell me that she wouldn’t fight back against someone like Voldemort. I will fight the first person who tried to tell me that. So I won’t feed into a system that is rigged against perfectly good people and I think it adds to what I said above, if a person is told definitively who they are, they’ll forget the rest of who they are and conform. And these kids are ELEVEN when they’re told who they must be, in and spend all of their developing years in a system that is detrimental to psychological growth.
I’m sure there’s more I’d like to say, but at the moment those are my two main thoughts about the matter. So now we come to why I’m explaining this:
My writing. Yes I’ve done Gryffindor and Hufflepuff and evening muggle Readz, but the truth is, I wrote it the way I normally would, as myself and what the story needs and put a label on the Readz. I put myself into these situations and work to redeem Draco—a boy who was never a villain, just forced into a detrimental destructive system and trapped there by an author who got lazy. It is SO important to me that he gets redemption, because it was the same redemption that I got in my life and I’ll be damned if I let someone else slip through the cracks. So I’ll be whoever the hell he needs me to be to save him. It’s not a house that will save him, or a muggle or wizard. It’s heart and love and courage and ambition and knowledge and kindness and fairness and stubbornness and forgiveness and that can’t be one house or one type of person. It will take every part of me and every part of you. Please don’t believe that you’re just a Ravenclaw or just a Hufflepuff, or just a Slytherin or just a Gryffindor. Grow up and learn to love all of you. Break free of the mold you’ve been set in, even though it’s a mold that looks appetizing and pretty and nice and loveable, but aren’t all the best traps?
I love you all and believe in you all and I want you to know that whatever House you’re in, I don’t care. You are a person, not a house, not a label. You are lovely and there is so much more to you. So when you read what I write, don’t pay mind to what house I write for— it will still be me, it will still be you, get lost in the words and find comfort in them. It’s why I write, to share my heart and my stories. Never would I limit myself to a certain set of rules, I’ve spent too long trying to do that. So read, fall in love, watch Draco be saved, and above all else remember there is more to you.
“What’s your favorite flower, darling? I’ll get you the seed”
I said “Dandelion, Dandelion, ” that one’s so pretty
She said, “Child, that one’s not a flower, that one’s just a weed”
Summary: Draco has always tormented you for anything and everything. One summer you cut your hair off and get a bit better at spells and Draco has no idea what to do with you now and you have no idea what to do with all this new attention.
A/N: Hello my darlings! This is a request from @darcypottah and now that it’s fleshed out a bit more, it will be a series, each part is going to be a school year (starting in the Goblet of Fire) or a summer between (the summer chapters will be shorter obviously) following the thread: A Hufflepuff!reader dating Draco and they get split up because Draco has to do something for Voldemort and doesn’t want the Hufflepuff!reader getting in the way. But eventually, they will get back together.Welcome to over 8,000 words because I have no self-control and this is the best thing ever not lying. It’s got everything and anything under the sun. Love you guys and as always let me know what you think!!
“Go ahead, run back to your friends,” He sneered. “I don’t seewhy they even let you into this school if you’re not going to do a spell,”
I hung my head, my long hair covering the hurt on my face as I rushed down the hall away from him.
Draco Malfoy. The most malicious kid in my year and a Slytherin no less. So, he thought it was acceptable for his taunts against me and my house. Not like I chose to be Hufflepuff. Not that I hated it either, I loved my house and my friends and everything we stood for… but why did it have to be me that he singled out?
Summary: Will you let Draco fix what happened? Will you listen long enough? Will you two finally confess your true feelings? What did you do that unfroze the winter ground?
A/N: Hello my lovelies! I’d like to formally apologize for the angst of the last chapter (though it needed to happen) and I now give you the resolve of that chapter as well as some new thrilling plot lines! I love you guys so so much. Please don’t be afraid to come talk to me or comment or reblog! Always keep fighting.
“Theground?” He repeated. “I didn’t do that, Y/n”
I flinched as he said my name, clenching my fists.
“Okay,look, I know what you saw,” He held his hands up in surrender, backing away slightly. “But please, listen.”
“Towhat? You… you kissed her Draco! You were… and God I trusted you!”
“My father—” He tried.
“Oh,I have a few choice words for you and your father!” I snapped standing up. “How could you!?”
“Y/n,please,”
“Say please one more time and I swear to Merlin I am going to punch you in the face.” I threatened.
Summary: Your world was perfect for a shining moment. Then that moment ended. You and Draco are tested against the true evils of the world and unforgivable curses.
A/N: To all of you who thought that last chapter was cute and fluffy had me cackling because I knew this was coming and I would say I’m sorry but that would be a lie. This is heavy angst and oh my goodness it feels good to write angst again. And this isn’t the entirety of the angst I have planned for these two. Anyway, I love you all so so much! This is also live on AO3! Also if you want a song to listen with this please enjoy Haunted by Taylor Swift
Warnings: Since this chapter is angsty I do want to warn against those of you who might trigger with depression or have self esteem battles. There is also sexual harassment but though it is terrible, it’s not the main focus. There will be resolve though, I promise. You battle is not over. Always keep fighting.
“You’re creating a draft dear,” Narcissa spoke softly, not looking up from The Daily Prophet.
“He hasn’t responded to my letter. And I still hear word that he is with this… this Lupine, the daughter of Jezebel herself!” Lucius sneered. “This is why I didn’t want to send him to that school. The fool Dumbledore doesn’t know how to run it properly.” Venom dripped from his words.
“Dumbledore has nothing to do with your son’s affair,” Narcissa noted.
“He’s making a fool of the family name Narcissa!” Lucius roared. “After everything that I have done for that boy!”
“Then why are you sitting here scolding me and not scolding at him?” She looked up from the newspaper with a stern cold glare.
“I’m going to put an end to this. This girl will rue the day she ever decided to talk to my son,” Lucius stormed upstairs, planning for the trip ahead.
“Just another Christmas,” She sighed and picked up the letter from Draco that she had received earlier and tucked it away before her husband could see it.
Hello my lovies! As promised I have uploaded my Draco series onto Archive of Our Own, for those of you who prefer to use that platform, or would rather read it without the qualms of Tumblr, or perhaps it’s easier to send to friends without looking like you spend all your time on Tumblr…. whatever the reason I have uploaded it!!
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I cannot express enough how much you all mean to me and all of your love an support, I know I haven’t been here long but it means the world that you all are still out there and willing to feed into my insanity. Please never stop being you and doing what you do. I love seeing all of your comments and reblogs. So thank you truly.
Summary: The Yule Ball is finally here and maybe just once you get to be the princess in a fairy tale.
A/N: Guys, guys, this chapter IS SO SWEET AND SOFT AND I’M ASDKJDADGAD anyway. Hello to those of you who are new! I love you all so much (and if anyone would like context or a visual for this chapter see Cinderella or ya know your favorite Disney princess dance sequence… there are so many) I love you all! Please let me know what you think! Also catch this on AO3 soon!!
Christmas Eve and it seemed like the week had passed faster than the week before. Between finding a last-minute present—and a letter to Mrs. Weasley to see if a miracle could really happen—and wrapping the ones I already had, I was exhausted come Christmas Eve, so I did what I did every year: I read a book.
“So, do you have a dress for the Ball?” Hermione asked as we lounged in the Common Room watching the boys play chess.
“Yeah, my mother sent me one, it was the parcel I got the other morning,” I noted, my eyes not leaving my book—A Christmas Carol.
It was the evening before the Ball as well, and we were enjoying the buzz of the common room as Christmas approaching in the morning had everyone in a stupor. I had seen Draco at dinner, but Hermione stole me back for the evening, well, she tried.
Summary: Now that winter break was upon you, you finally had time to look into what your mother told you about as well as confront the other parent in the situation, the one you dread to think about and the one Draco had to live with.
A/N: Hello my darling loves! We’re finally getting somewhere with plot! And lore! And Latin! ((Seriously, something is lost when you know Latin and can translate the spells on the top of your head… it’s less… magical. But funny because the spells mean exactly what they’re doing and I don’t know if that a cheap lazy move or brilliant.)) Let me know what you guys think! Also I’m toying with the idea of uploading this to AO3… would you guys want that? Love you guys, stay safe.
Snape eyed me as I smiled through my exam, on cloud none the entire way. I had gotten through my History of Magic exam no problem and now Snape wanted us to recreate our Bellum Amoris antidotes. Weeks of worrying and I was finished with the second fastest time.
Draco beat me by a few minutes—he was allowed to the ingredients first—and we walked out of the exam hand in hand, not caring much about anyone who decided to gawk at us.
I was in too good of a mood. The term was done for the winter, I had finished all of my exams, and I wouldn’t be alone for the holidays when I remained at Hogwarts this year as I had the years before.
Summary: Will Draco find the courage to ask you out? And what happens when you two have class or lunch together? How will your worlds collide?
A/N: More of a intermediate chapter but ya know it’s still cute and a bit saucy toward the end. I love you guys so so much! Please don’t stop with your comments likes and reblogs, they mean so much to me you have no idea. Also don’t be afraid to come and chat! I’m mostly always here. Love you guys. Stay safe and creative.
I was glad that Hermione was my partner in Herbology. I had forgotten to go over today’s lesson last night and I wasn’t ahead or prepared as I normally was.
“This is the only time I letting you slide on this.” Hermione warned. “Draco or not, you still need to keep up on your studies,”
I nodded and watched as she handled the flutterby bush, pruning it successfully. I followed her suit, mimicking exactly what she did and reaped the same results. Professor Sprout seemed pleased with both of us and awarded Gryffindor ten points for each of us.
I watched Harry and Ron struggle across from us, and giving in, I went over to help. Harry’s eyes met mine and something passed between us: a truce of sorts.
Summary: Now that you two had to face other people and interact, knowing what happened… can the two of you do it? And how will it work even if it does?
A/n: This part is SO CUTE and I love it. I hope you guys know that this is far from over… I was serious when I said that I would rewrite the entirety of the series. I hope you guys are staying safe and stay tuned I have big plans for our confused lovers. Let me know what you think! ((Also, guys, please sleep and do your school work–don’t make me mother you))
I woke the next morning, still by the window, a letter on my lap and Penelope nowhere in sight. There was a familiar green seal on the parchment.
A fresh layer of snow covered the grounds of Hogwarts, it was almost enchanting. Stretching, I took my blanket and the letter and sat on my bed. Hermione was absent from her bed. I could only assume that she had gone down to breakfast.
Opening the letter, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and blinked through reading it.
Summary: So maybe you and Draco figured out that you don’t have to hate each other… but that about the rest of the school?
A/N: Who is ReADy foR ThiS!? Because I promise you all, you’re not. It’s been one of my favorite parts so far but let me know what you think! I love you guys and your feedback so don’t be afraid to comment or reblog! (Also this is over 3k words because I have no self control anymore)
The weekend passed, and due to final exams, I was holed up in my room most of the time. That’s what was nice about rooming with Hermione, I could cook my own food—the Muggle way—and she wouldn’t tell on me. Ramen was a lifesaver as we studied.
I hadn’t heard form Draco at all. Part of me wondered if he figured it out. The letter he wrote to me was getting worn form the amount of times that I unfolded and refolded it each time I reread his words.
The boys did coax us both down to dinner Sunday night, however. They weren’t quite convinced that I was fine and were still at my defense despite my change in mood and constant protests. In fact, it seemed like every Gryffindor in our year and then some were ready at my defense.
Summary: The other shoe drops and you weren’t ready.
A/n: Look at me posting twice in one day. Who am I? I don’t know. I love you guys and hope you enjoy some angst and pining. Let me know what you think! Please it means the world to me!
Draco’s feeling towards you started to morph from hatred and disgust to curiosity. You were almost too cryptic for his liking… it was too Slytherin for a Gryffindor.
So, he started to watch you a bit closer, learning your schedule and what you did or didn’t do. Most of the time he was left alone because you were in the Gryffindor Tower. He only assumed that it was the location that you studied in because you were never in the library other than to check out books.
Each day he found out nothing more than circling answers and more questions. It frustrated him He was the best at everything except knowing how you worked. Potter was easy, Hermione and Ron even more so, but you were a force to be reckoned with and he hated it.
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.
Request: ‘ Hi! Hope you’re okay and am glad you’re back!!! I was wondering if I could request a Draco Malfoy x Potter!reader where they’ve been dating since first year and Y/N is very close with the Slytherins, best friends with Pansy and Blaise. At the Yule Ball, they dance to ‘All I Need’ by Within Temptation (the dance Damon and Elena do) and everyone can see the love between the two as they dance and figure out the two are dating. Harry doesn’t react well. Thank you!!! ❤️❤️❤️ ‘
Warnings: Nothing, except poorer writing from being out of practice :)
I originally posted this on the 2nd of January, but I am reposting it as my tags were not working at the time. I am reposting this for the forth time in hopes that it works.
Words: 1.9K
Disclaimer:This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine. This features the song ‘All I need’ by the Temptations, I have not mentioned the lyrics but feel free to listen to it as it is based on the scene from the Vampire Diaries, which I do not claim as my own, nor the dance.
A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.
Thank you.
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“(Y/n), you’re a -”
“No.” They immediately cut Ron off, not glancing up from their essay. The Yule Ball is barely a few days away, and unsurprisingly, Ron has left it to the last minute, as well as their brother. (Y/n) can’t help but laugh internally at their embarrassment.
“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.” Ron sighs, leaning on his elbow as he takes the seat beside them, leaning his weight on his arm and huffing beneath his breath. The two are currently in the Great Hall, meant to be studying, but no longer.
The edges of their lips curl up slightly, but they still do not look up, “I assume that Hermione said no.”
He chokes out a few breaths, making their smile widen ever so slightly, “I- I have no idea what you mean.”
(Y/n) sighs and places their quill down, clasping their hands together on the part of the parchment that is yet to be written on. “Your loss, Ronald.”
There’s a quick pause before Ron scoffs, shaking his head slightly, “it’s not my fault if Hermione wants to go to the Yule Ball alone.” He runs his hand through his hair, biting his lip as he pauses for a second to think everything over - what if she does have a date? He shakes his head again, deciding that the idea is completely wild. “And apparently so do you.”
“How do you know I do not have a date, Ronald?” They raise a brow at him, the ends of their lips curling up slightly. “Is the idea of someone fancying me so shocking?”
There’s a pause before Ron tilts his head side to side, considering the idea, “Yes.”
“Fuck off.”
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They take a deep breath and release their ringed hands. They look gorgeous, the dark tones of their attire matching the scenery around them whilst also highlighting their face and hair. They are stunning.
The gazes they were receiving made (Y/n) think otherwise, their shoulders beginning to tense once again as their hands fumbled for each other.
A sigh escapes them once they finally reach Blaise and Pansy by the entrance, both still waiting for their dates.
“You can unclench your teeth, you know,” Pansy states, trying not to laugh as she takes in her friend’s incredibly tense stature. Although there are many frills, Pansy still looks beautiful in her pale pink dress robes. Blaise looks quite handsome in his own dark dress robes, his face content but his knees shaking slightly.
“Sorry,” they let out a nervous laugh, their shoulders still stiff and their hands still curled. Pansy gives (Y/n) a look, which is returned with a weary smile. “Where is -”
“He’s on his way,” Blaise smiles reassuringly, his eyes lighting up slightly as his gaze suddenly shifts to someone behind them. “That’s my date, I-I will see you two later. Have fun.” He mumbles a goodbye before strolling over to the girl, a charismatic smile on his face.
“I swear, if our dates don’t look at us like that, I am done.” Pansy jokes, but (Y/n) can hear an underlying tone of honesty.
“Don’t be daft, Pansy, they will. You look a solid eleven out of -”
“Oi! (Y/n), what are you doing over there?” The familiar voice of Ronald makes them jump, turning swiftly on their heels to face him and their brother on the stairs - both wear looks of disapproval. Whilst Harry wears more modern clothing, Ron does not. The amount of frills and lace is shocking.
“Chatting to some friends.” They look him up and down, biting their lip as their shoulders begin to shake ever so slightly, the shaking worsening as they make a joke in their head, “when did you go grave robbing?”
(I take credit for that joke, 2 am and I am on fire!)
Ron’s frown falls further, whilst their brother has no shame in hiding his laughter.
Pansy scoffs behind them, and (Y/n) turns around to look at her, and this time she has her nose upturned and her mouth pressed in a thin line. However, a smile soon graces her face once they make eye contact, "have fun with Weaslebee and scar-head.”
“Are you sure?”
Pansy nods, taking another look at their brother and his friend, not suppressing her giggles, “I will see you later, have fun.”
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“She’s just my friend.” (Y/n) reminds them, reaching the two at the bottom of the stairs. Like the entrance, which they only had a glance, the entryway and stairs are decorated wonderfully; there is mistletoe hanging from the arches, tinsel wrapped around the staircase, and there are trees that litter the corners of this entryway.
“Can the inbred form complex relationships?” Harry jokes, glancing up to the ceiling in thought.
“I don’t know,” (Y/n) grins, “but Ron did.” Their hands are clasped behind their back as they lean back and forth on the balls of their feet.
“Yes, I did,” Ron continues, grinning at the two. “And I must say, you two look amazing… and I look like my great aunt Tessie.” Harry and (Y/n’s) dress robes are far more appropriate and pleasing to the eye’s than Ron’s, by at least a marathon. Ron’s is quite ghastly. Bless him, you can see where he tried to cut the lace.
“Can’t be helped, mate.”
“Shut up, Harry.”
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(This would be a good point to start the song if you want to.)
(Y/n) and their date agreed to meet inside the Great Hall, although they had hoped to catch him before, they must have just missed each other. They strain their neck as they weave around the students, trying to look around them. Biting their lip, their cheeks flush as they begin to wonder if everyone can see them looking about, dateless. (Y/n) has a date, he just can’t seem to be found.
They had already witnessed the champion’s dance, without him, and they would much prefer to spend the rest of the evening with him.
Stopping, they decide it would be best to go back to the entry and wait for him to come in, that does make far more sense than simply walking about and hoping to come across him. If only their brother was not so annoying, they could have met outside.
“(Y/n).” He quietly gasps behind them, taking their hand in his, gently spinning them around. Bowing, he presses a gentle kiss to the back of their hand, his eyes not breaking contact with their’s as their stomach begins to flutter.
Standing straight, he looks down to them, not dropping their hand as he smiles, his heart thumping. “You never fail to amaze me.”
“You look quite dashing yourself,” they turn their nose up, making him laugh.
“Can you hear that?” The melody of ‘All I need’ by temptation, a song (Y/n) has always wanted to dance to, begins to play.
“Of course, I can hear it, Draco. The music is quite loud.”
“I mean, do you want to dance, you nutter?” He shakes his head, his smile never dropping.
(Y/n) nods, their cheeks slightly flush. Grinning, he thanks them and begins to lead them to the centre of the dance floor.
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“ 'Arry, is that (Y/n)?” Ron sits up in his seat, nudging his friend in the side, making him hiss; the even Padma and her sister follow his gaze.
“No, that’s Malfoy.” Harry, of course, fails to realise that there is someone else in front of the bowing Draco.
“No, you imbecile, dancing with him.”
This time Harry catches the glimpse of the familiar (h/c) locks as the two take a step back from each other. “That’s not them.”
Ron shakes his head, and like Parvati and her sister, attempts to get a glance behind him. Unfortunately, despite being incredibly skinny, Malfoy remains to have broad shoulders.
The dancing pairs place the palm of their hands a few inches apart as they all begin to turn clockwise, revealing the familiar face of (Y/n).
Harry sits up in his seat, ignoring the audible sigh of awe from the two girls at their appearance, as he watches Malfoy and (Y/n’s) gaze never wavering. Ron’s jaw drops as he watches the two come to a stop before repeating the same actions but anti-clockwise.
Harry’s gaze hardens into a glare as he looks piercingly at the back of Draco, watching the two stop before placing both palms’ inches from their partner’s and turning the other way, again. He was going to kill Draco.
“There, they’ve stopped now,” Ron places his hand on his friend’s shoulder, gripping it for a second before letting it fall.
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(Y/n) cannot take their eyes off him, the few seconds they are apart, feel longer as the two gazes in anticipation. Taking a step forward, (Y/n) places their left hand behind his shoulder, the other clasping his own, whilst Draco’s right-hand goes to their waist, making their stomach flutter again.
The two begin to dance, their eyes vulnerable as they try not to smile. Stepping in the traditional box motion, Draco leads them, his breath caught in his throat.
Despite trying not to, the ends of (Y/n’s) lips begin to curl as the couple move together.
Their hands fit together perfectly, and the hand on their back is making (Y/n’s) skin burn.
Nothing could ruin this moment for them.
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Harry Potter continues to glare, but this time at his sibling, whose smile instantly falls.
He watches as their steps begin to hurry, replacing Malfoy as the lead as it is now Harry and (Y/n’s) gaze that does not break. The music slows down, and the pairs form a line again, taking a step away from each other. Harry watches them give Malfoy a bashful smile, the boy’s own lips curled but brows furrowed.
A couple, steps in front of (Y/n), Krum and Hermione as they break from the line, but he does not care - although Ron does. When they finally pass, his sibling and Malfoy are long gone.
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For the rest of the evening, Harry allows them to have their fun, which (Y/n) is relieved of. They dance with Draco formally, and wildly, the two clearly madly in love as it was not just Harry watching the pair all evening. Fred Weasley had a few things to say about them dancing with Potter, whereas George would have preferred not to confront them, but to inform Harry instead. It is clear Harry is aware as whenever he has a free moment, he is glaring at the spot the pair began dancing.
(Y/n) does not tell Draco why they began to lead, but it is clear it is still on their mind.
(Y/n) wishes he didn’t have to leave, but they both do.
At the end of the evening, Draco leads them outside the hall, and they decline his offer of walking back to the common room. They may be dating but they are not going to give away the location of their common room to someone, not in their house.
Bidding them farewell, with a bow and a kiss on the back of their hand. In his eyes, the night had been perfect.
Although the two have been dating since First year, it has been private since, and quite downlow, with no public affection and only informing their closest friends.
“You cannot date him,” Harry states, coming behind them. “He is bad news, if he could, he’d be a Deatheater.”
summary: to cast a patronus charm, you must recall the happiest moment of your life. for reader, the memory is something unexpected.
a/n:this is my first time writing in a while so i hope you guys like it !!! highkey inspired by the song “what about us” by p!nk so i recommend listening to the slowed version of that song on repeat. yes the slowed version bc it hits different :d
When [Y/N] first says the words Expecto Patronum, nothing quite happens.
When she raises her wand, closes her eyes, and blocks everything else out, just like Harry had instructed her when he gingerly put one hand over her own and the other on her waist, guiding her stance—nothing happens.
When she searches through her memories for—what was it Harry had said?—the happiest moment of her life, her wand doesn’t even let out the faintest tendril of white smoke.
When she decides to think of when Harry had first told her that he fancied her, and all of their other moments, of their first kiss under the mistletoe, of how he always rushes to her after winning a Quidditch match with the biggest grin on his face, of his cheeky grins and his lame jokes..
When she thinks of Harry, her boyfriend of one year now—
Nothing happens.
Maybe she isn’t focusing hard enough.
Maybe she needs to think of something a little more profound, like the first time Harry had ever told her he loved her. Shy and hesitant but true, as they sat by the Black Lake, their hands shyly resting an inch or two apart.
Maybe she’s just not cut out for this kind of magic.
”It’s not—“ she huffs out, dropping her wand back at her side, evidently frustrated at herself as she turns to meet Harry’s gaze. “It’s not working.”
Harry gives her a half-amused, half-sympathetic smile. “It’s not going to happen right away,” he tells her, eyes silently surveying the rest of the Room of Requirement, watching as the other members of Dumbledore’s Army flick and jab their wands at the air helplessly, some able to produce tiny bursts of wispy white smoke and others having achieved absolutely no progress at all—just like [Y/N].
Turning his gaze back to [Y/N], Harry suggests sheepishly, “Sure you’ve got a happy enough memory?” His lips quirk up into a toothy grin. “It better not be eating pancakes—you need something far stronger than that.”
[Y/N] rolls her eyes, smiling despite herself. “I realize that, Harry, thanks.” She scrunches her nose at him, and revels in the way his eyes shine with fondness. Grin falling slightly, she looks down at her wand as she twirls it in her hand. “I thought it was a pretty strong memory. I thought of..“
She trails off, letting the rest of her words die down somewhere in her throat.
For some reason, [Y/N] lies. “My seventh birthday,” she continues, wondering if Harry had heard the waver in her voice. And then she wonders why it had wavered in the first place.
Or maybe she already knows why—wouldn’t it be slightly worrying for Harry to know that her memories with him weren’t enough to conjure a Patronus?
“Something stronger, maybe?” Harry suggests, pursing his lips, eyebrows raised. And then he wiggles his brows playfully, playing it off as casual, but [Y/N] hears the slight twinge of hopefulness in his voice when he suggests, “D’you wanna try thinking of your boyfriend, maybe?”
[Y/N] feels something akin to guilt pang at her chest. Despite it, she smiles at Harry—and lies. Again. “Maybe I should,” she says softly, not quite holding his eyes all the way, instead turning away to raise her wand in front of her once more.
Maybe she just needs to try harder. She raises her arm again, taking a deep breath through her nose.
The happiest one you can think of.
[Y/N] closes her eyes. She can feel Harry watching her, ready to sweep her into his arms the moment the wispy white tendrils coming from her wand starts to take even the vaguest of forms.
I can do this.
She blocks everything out: the echoed incantations of “Expecto Patronum” all around her, the delighted shrieks, the awed gasps, and even Harry, until all that she can sense is her and the memory inside her head that she knowsis there—she can feel it. All she has to do is concentrate.
Another deep breath, and she’s closer. And in her mind she sees it as a blinding glimmer of white light, and her fingers are outstretched..
And then it comes.
A memory.
But not of Harry.
The first thing she sees is a flash of platinum blond hair.
And then grey eyes. A mischievous smirk. Pale skin. The sound of laughter.
“Draco!”
She is eight years old, chasing a boy down a garden, watching as he disappears with a loud laugh behind a tall statue of his great great grandfather. [Y/N] can see his elbow poking out. a moment later—his eyes.
Grey. Glimmering with happiness.
“You’ll never catch me!” yells Draco, hopping out from behind the statue. He picks a stick up from the ground and brandishes it towards her, shouting, “Stupideus Maximus!”
[Y/N] feels a flare of challenge rear up inside her. She tries for a threatening scowl, but the grin tugging on her lips can’t be helped. “That’s not even a real spell, you dunderhead!” she yells, looking wildly around her for a stray branch. Once she’s managed to locate one a foot away, she hurriedly grabs it, and much like Draco, holds it aloft like a wand and points it towards him. “Ugleus Draconeus!” she barely gets the words out through her giggles. “Oh, wait, that won’t work, you’re already ugly!”
“Hey!” outraged, Draco drops his makeshift wand. In what seems like a half-second, he’s tackling her to the ground, sending the two of them crashing into the grass, a rolling, laughing mess of tangled limbs and delighted shrieks.
“Geroffme!” [Y/N] yelps, flailing about on the ground. “Your stench is killing me—”
“That’s rich, I know for a fact you haven’t showered in two days—”
“Hey!”
“Ow!”
And then everything is melting away, like paint dripping on canvas, like ice held over a flame, colors condensing into each other, moving up and down, sideways, breaking apart, morphing into something else, and suddenly the sound of childish laughter is replaced by the sound of someone humming, and beyond that, a fire crackling in a hearth.
There is a boy resting his head on her lap. His hair is platinum blond.
She is raking her fingers through his strands almost absentmindedly. Like this is nothing more than habit, this ridiculously comfortable dynamic; [Y/N] humming under her breath, Draco with his eyes half-closed, her playing with his hair, the rest of the Slytherins far too used to the sight to question why there’s a Gryffindor sitting in their common room.
The tune she’s humming is a familiar one. It doesn’t belong to a song; just a random bunch of notes, over and over again, the same one they have hummed to each other over the years.
She pauses to ask: “Are you staying here for Christmas?”
Draco makes a sound in the back of his throat. “I don’t know.” He shifts slightly, eyes still mostly closed. “Are you?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Bloody great. I’m going to have to put up with you singing carols all week at the manor again.” But [Y/N] sees the smile on the corners of his lips. He’s pleased.
Her hand remains carding gently through Draco’s hair. Like she’s already calming him down, even before she’s broken the news to him.
“Actually..” she begins softly, looking down at him, waiting for his eyes to blink open with disbelief. “The Weasleys..”
She feels him go just the slightest bit rigid, but she keeps going, huffing slightly at the shift in Draco’s mood. She’d been expecting this, but that doesn’t mean she has to like it. “They’ve asked me to spend Christmas with them,” she says quietly, hating the guilt that pinches at her. She has to remind herself, momentarily, that she has nothing to feel guilty about.
Draco keeps his eyes closed. [Y/N] sees the tight set of his lips.
“And you said yes,” he doesn’t phrase it like a question.
Another pinch of guilt. She hates this one even more. “I did.”
Her hand has stopped carding through his hair. Draco shifts on where he’s laying on the couch, and for a moment [Y/N] thinks he’s going to get up and leave.
But instead he nods and stays, and for some reason that is even worse.
“Okay.”
[Y/N] lets out a sigh. “I know you don’t like them, but—”
“Will Potter be there?”
She closes her eyes briefly. When she opens them again, Draco’s are open, too, but he is staring into the fireplace. “Does it matter?”
[Y/N] reads the answer in his tense jaw, in his stiff shoulders, in his eyes:
Yes.
But Draco is proud, and he would never admit it: that he feels like Harry is stealing her from him again, the same way he’s been doing for the past few years. He remembers all their cancelled Hogsmeade trips this year so that she could go with Harry and the Weasleys instead. All the times she told him she was busy, that she had somewhere else to be, somewhere with Harry.
Always with Harry, ever since she’d been sorted into Gryffindor. Draco knows both he and [Y/N] have been trying to keep whatever they have between each other alive, but it doesn’t help that she’s in a different house. All she has left with him are these moments: sneaking into the Slytherin common room so they can spend a few hours together, only to exchange the briefest of “hi"s the next day.
Draco can’t tell her how disappointed he feels. He’s far too proud for that. So instead he says, "No. It doesn’t,” even though both of them know otherwise.
[Y/N] grimaces, ignoring the twang in her chest as she moves her hand to poke his cheek. “You sure?”
She thinks Draco could have smiled. It certainly looked like he was close to it, despite everything.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?” Another tentative poke.
Draco bites his lip like he’s trying to stay serious, but he ends up laughing anyway. Smiling in an almost resigned way, he rolls his eyes, reaching up to grab her wrist and pry her finger away from his cheek. “Yes, woman. I said yes.”
[Y/N] grins, at ease now that she knows the tension has faded. “You sure?”
“Bloody—”
She knows as soon as Draco starts to sit up that he plans on tickling her, so she shoves him off instantly and makes a break for a random door in the corner of the common room.
Which, as it turns out, is the seventh year boys’ dorm.
When she dashes back out, blushing furiously, Draco is clutching his stomach in the spot where she’d left him, tears of laughter leaking out of his eyes.
[Y/N] blinks, and she is in the Malfoy manor.
She is rushing up the marble steps with her hand clutched in Draco’s. He’s tugging her along, through familiar hallways, through a familiar doorway, and stopping in front of a familiar window.
“I haven’t been up here in ages,” Draco says, sounding almost exhilarated. He’s rolling up his dress shirt sleeves, reaching up to unlock the window and let through a cold breeze.
[Y/N] smirks. “Too scared to go up without me?”
Draco makes a face at her.
They can still hear the party downstairs; the orchestra and its repetitive clash of instruments, the clinking of wine glasses, rich pureblooded families talking over one another, fake laughter, her parents complimenting Draco’s for hosting such a fabulous party..
Draco and [Y/N] have always hated these parties, and they still do. And so now here they are—away from everything and everyone else but each other, because they can’t seem to stand anyone else.
[Y/N] pulls off her heels, setting them on the floor for when she and Draco come back later. With practiced movements, she hoists herself up onto the windowsill, barely even registering the feeling of Draco’s hands on her waist as he guides her out of the window.
“You alright?”
Gripping the frame of the window for support, she steps into the cold night air.
“Yeah,” she exhales.
She knows her way up now, so there’s not as much panicking as there was the first time she and Draco had pulled this stunt. Instead, she hoists herself up to the roof with little to no hassle, Draco behind her all the way. What feels like mere moments later the two of them are seated next to each other on the edge of the roof, nothing but the vast expanse of sky above them.
It may be summer, but the night is still cold and brings with it a bitingly cold breeze. A few seconds is all it takes for [Y/N] to start regretting not having brought a coat up with her.
“Blimey, I’ve missed this,” Draco is saying, looking down at the grounds below them. It’s dark and they can’t see much, but that makes the sight all the more magical. The garden is dimly lit by floating orbs, which waft around like faeries, casting an ethereal glow over the tall hedges. “I’ve been here a couple times, but it’s a lot lonelier when I’m just by myself, you know?”
“Really?” [Y/N] glances over at him, grinning despite the cold. She rubs her palms over her arms. “You mope here by yourself, Draco Malfoy?”
Draco rolls his eyes. “It’s a nice place to think. Are you cold?”
“Nice to know my purposely exaggerated shivering has finally caught your attention.”
He throws his head back in a laugh. “If you wanted my jacket, you could have just said.”
[Y/N] flicks her eyebrows up at him. “And give up my pride?”
“Pride or hypothermia? Up to you.” Draco has shrugged off his suit jacket, but he’s holding it out in front of her, lips quirked into a teasing smirk.
“Oh, give me that,” [Y/N] mutters, snatching it off his hands to drape it across her shoulders. Grinning, Draco leans over to help her fit it over her form. “Thanks. I suppose chivalry might not be dead, after all.”
“It’ll be alive as long as I am.” Draco settles back down next to her, propping his elbows on his raised knees.
An amused scoff. [Y/N] jabs him on the side.
They fall quiet after that, until all that is left between them is silence—except it doesn’t feel quite as comfortable as it should.
That, [Y/N] supposes, is what happens when you leave too many things unsaid.
But it’s not like she has a choice, because what would Draco say if she lets loose everything that she has been holding back, knowing that he won’t take kindly to them?
What would Draco say if she tells him about how, after four years, she doesn’t regret being sorted into Gryffindor anymore?
What would he say if she tells him about how the “blood-traitor” Weasleys make her happy in a way that her own family has never done?
What would he say if she tells him that she is happy, even if they’re no longer spending as much time together as they used to?
What would Draco say if she tells him that Harry confessed to fancying her?
”Why are you looking at me like that?”
[Y/N] blinks herself out of her reverie. She’d been staring at Draco.
She only realizes this now, and swallows, shaking her head. “Nothing.”
Draco fixes her with his gaze, something unreadable dancing just behind his eyes. [Y/N], who had been busying herself with the lapels of his suit jacket, glances at him out of the corner of her eye.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she mutters.
”Like what?”
“Like you want to kiss me or something, I don’t bloody know. It’s weird.“
Draco lets out a quick breath of laughter, but it only takes a second or two before it’s replaced by that same sort of taut silence, where the only sound between them is that of tree leaves rustling in the distance and the music from the hall below.
And then—“Would it really be that weird?”
[Y/N] waits for a lone, floating orb to disappear behind a garden hedge before she turns her head to look at Draco. “Would what be weird?” It’s dark and she can’t quite see him properly, only the side of his face that’s illuminated by the faintest traces of moonlight. She can make out his eyes, though, but they are as unreadable as ever.
Draco shifts on where he sits. His eyes move down and away from hers, almost hesitant, and then back up. [Y/N] blinks at him, waiting, oddly feeling like she’s edging closer and closer to the edge of a cliff with no idea what’s waiting for her down below.
When he speaks again, his voice is quiet. “If I kissed you.”
[Y/N] wonders how she may have looked at that moment. Her eyes would have widened by just the tiniest bit, lips falling open slightly in mild surprise.
Something about her expression must have jarred Draco, because he lets out another one of his quick laughs—more of a ragged exhale than a laugh, really—and shakes his head, quickly looking away. “Of course it would be weird,” he breathes out. “Forget I said that.”
Around Draco, she usually always knows what to say. Conversation with him flows easily, words bouncing back and forth without a hitch in their seemingly effortless rhythm. It’s been that way for as long as she can remember. But now [Y/N] finds herself struggling, mouth open but unable to say anything at all. All she can do is stare, watching as the forced smile on Draco’s face fades and his fingers curl in on themselves.
“I mean..” She mulls the question over and over in her head, but there is only one answer that she can think of.
[Y/N] lets out a huff-like breath through her nose. “Not really.”
Draco freezes.
If it were daytime, he would see the suddenly pink hue of her cheeks, but the midnight sky saves her from the humiliation.
She swallows, ignoring the almost constricting sensation in her chest that feels like several hundred butterflies have come to life and are now fluttering around inside of her ribcage. “We’ve done weirder things together, haven’t we?” she mutters, face turned to him but not able to look at him straight in the eye, either. “Like that one time we danced the hokey pokey with one of your house-elves when we were—what, like, six? And that other time w—”
Draco moves, an infinitesimal shift, and suddenly his lips are pressed against hers, and [Y/N] feels her limbs seize up with surprise. She can feel him, taste him, the soft swell of his mouth and the faint hint of dessert left behind on his lips. And then, along with it, something warm flaring up inside of her chest, leaving her leaning in, relaxing into him, wanting more and more and more, as much of him as she could possibly get.
The strength and suddenness of her desire is what startles her back to herself. She flinches and pulls back, eyes blinking open. Draco’s face is mere inches away from hers. She has a split-second, only a split-second, to see his face framed in the moonlight: his tousled blond hair and the swell of his lips, which are still half-forming a kiss.
Draco recoils, looking just as surprised at his own actions as [Y/N] is. “I—” he begins, the very same moment [Y/N] opens her mouth and tries to say, “Do—”
They pause. Stare at each other, as though properly drinking the events of the past few seconds in.
[Y/N] isn’t sure which one of them starts laughing first, but before she knows it their shoulders are shaking, lips breaking out into wide grins, their laughter filling the night air, echoing across the garden. It isn’t hysterical laughter—not the kind two people share after a particularly funny joke—instead it’s the kind of quiet, exhilarated laughter that comes after doing something particularly daring, the kind that sounds like I cannot believe I just did that.
The good kind.
The happiest moments of [Y/N]’s life.
At the end of her wand bursts the blinding, dazzling figure of a silvery-white animal. A magnificent eagle, soaring over the heads of the members of Dumbledore’s Army, its wings spread wide in free flight as it glides elegantly around the Room of Requirement.
Harry has swept her into his arms, grinning. He’s saying something—words of praise; “You did it, I knew you could do it"—and [Y/N] is smiling back, nodding, but there is an ache in her chest that wasn’t there before, and memories lingering in her head that she thought she’d set aside for the better. But now that they’ve been let back loose, it seems there is no getting rid of them.
Of platinum blond hair and grey eyes and laughter on quiet rooftops. Of stolen kisses amidst parties that neither of them enjoy. Of Draco Malfoy, a boy she once adored.
There are tears in her eyes, she realizes, but she plays them off as tears of happiness even though they are anything but. Harry laughs at her apparent mawkishness.
[Y/N] is quiet during dinner that night. She can’t bring herself to eat much, nor to join in on the conversation at the Gryffindor table. Harry has caught on to her change in mood, and he keeps squeezing her hand underneath the table to make sure she’s okay, but [Y/N] can’t offer him much beyond a halfhearted smile of reassurance.
She can’t stop thinking about earlier. About how her memories with Harry weren’t happy enough, whereas Draco’s..
[Y/N] hates to admit it, but she isn’t as surprised at this as she should be. Part of her, she realizes, has always known that Draco brought her a kind of happiness nothing and no one ever could.
Not even her bloody boyfriend.
But there’s a reason why she and Draco have been distant this year. His hatred for her friends, his jealousy for Harry, his refusal to understand that they’re good people, Draco, why should blood status matter?
There’s a reason why their first kiss had been their last.
There’s a reason why [Y/N] chose Harry over him.
She senses someone’s gaze on her, but she knows who it belongs to even before she looks up.
When she raises her head, their eyes meet from all the way across the Great Hall, reaching across the hundreds of students between them, across the distance that feels so much larger than it really is.
There was a reason, Draco, [Y/N] thinks.
His grey eyes are unreadable. She wonders if he can see the silent apology in her own.
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Once my Mother’s relationship with Damon was revealed, she seemed happier. Damon made an effort to get to know me and he was actually really kind. He treated me as if I was his own Daughter and that made me happy. I still missed the Father I never got to know dearly, but Damon was as close to a Father figure as I was going to get. I really liked him and having him around made everything feel more like home.
Currently my Mother was out shopping and Damon offered to watch me instead of her hiring a babysitter. I was so excited to spend another day with him and he seemed just as happy. We were sitting in the living room together, watching some random show that was on. Neither one of us were that invested in what was going on, but we were still enjoying it.
“Y/N? There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.” Damon suddenly said and I felt my heart skip a beat. This was it. My perfect little world was about to blow up in my face. Damon was about to tell me how he doesn’t love my Mother anymore and he found another girl…
“O-Okay…” I stuttered as I turned to face him. He gave me a kind smile and muted the show.
“It’s nothing to be worried about.” He said and I took a deep breath. He took a second to compose his thoughts and then took a deep breath himself.
“Y/N, as you know me and your Mother have been seeing each other for a long time now.” He started and I nodded, my anxiety still not leaving me completely.
“Well, I love your Mother very much and I love you as well. I think of you as my own Daughter. I wanted to make sure this was alright with you first before I asked your Mother, because I know you’re her whole world and she wouldn’t do anything without making sure you’re okay with it first.” He said and I looked at him confused.
“I want to ask your Mother to marry me, but only if you’re alright with me being part of your family.” He said and I nodded with the biggest smile ever, but then I thought about how my Father left us for another woman and frowned.
“You won’t leave us… right?” I asked and he pulled me onto his lap.
“Y/N, I promise you, I will never leave you or your Mother.” He said and held out his pinky to me. I smiled and wrapped my much smaller one around his. He smiled down at me as we pulled our fingers apart.
“I’d like to make it clear that I am in no way trying to replace your Father. I know how much you care about him and how you wish you got to know him, but I’d hope you can see me as your Father in some way, someday. I would never want to replace him, because he’s part of the reason you’re an amazing girl and part of the reason you’re in the world today.” He said and I smiled even bigger, with tears in my eyes.
“You’re already my Daddy, and I know you’re not replacing my Father.” I said and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him.
“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” He said and I pulled back with a smile.
“Y/N? Damon? I’m home!” My Mother called. She walked into the room a few moments later and I hopped off the couch, running right up to her. I gave her a huge hug and she laughed. She lifted me up and kissed my cheek.
“Now what was that for?” She asked with a smile.
“Mum! Damon has something to ask you!” I said, excitedly.
“What?” She asked confused as she set me down. I pulled her over to Damon and he chuckled at my reaction.
“This isn’t exactly what I had planned, but I can’t really blame Y/N for being excited.” He said, which only made my Mother more confused.
“What’s going on you two?” She asked. Damon took my Mother’s hand and smiled up at her as he sunk down to one knee.
“Anabella Renaud, I have loved you long before we started dating and I will love you until the day I die. I knew you wouldn’t even think about accepting my proposal until you asked Y/N, which is why I went ahead and got her blessing before I ask. Anabella, will you make me the happiest man in the world and become my wife?” He asked and pulled out a huge ring with a square yellow diamond, surrounded by white diamonds all around it! I gasped as did my Mother.
“I-I… Y/N, are you sure you’re alright with this?” She asked, kneeling down to my level.
“Yes! Damon is already like my Daddy, and he pinky promised he wouldn’t leave!” I said, bouncing on my heels. She giggled at me and looked back at Damon.
“In that case, I would love to marry you, Damon.” She said. He placed the ring on her finger and pulled her in for a loving kiss.
“Yay! I’m going to have a Daddy!” I cheered and they both chuckled at me. They pulled me in for a group hug and each kissed the side of my head.
“I have to tell Draco! We’re going to have a wedding!” I said and ran up to my room as they laughed.
*1990*
Damon had moved in not long after he proposed to my Mother. We were finally a family and I was so happy. My Mother was actually excited about the wedding and even let me help plan it! Draco was my date and he would be walking me down the aisle. I had picked out a goldish-yellowish dress, white flats, a blue and white flower crown, and of course the necklace Draco got me for my seventh birthday.
I was in the room with my Mother, helping her and her real bride’s maid get her ready. She looked like a real life Princess! Her dress was big and sparkly, her shoes were really nice and expensive, but you couldn’t see them because of how big her dress was. Her makeup was very simple, but she looked amazing! Finally her bouquet was a mix of white and blue flowers, just like my crown!
“You look so amazing, Mum!” I gushed and she smiled down at me.
“Thank you my little fawn, you do as well. I’m sure Draco will be amazed when he sees you.” She said and I blushed slightly.
“I hope so.” I said and she smiled.
“Bella, darling?” Grandfather knocked on the door and peeked his head in.
“Grandfather!” I shouted and ran up to him. He smiled and lifted me up, kissing the side of my head.
“Hello my Princess, you look wonderful.” He said and I smiled.
“Not as good as Mum, she looks just like a Princess!” I said and he finally looked her over.
“Oh my sweet girl…” He said and put me down. He walked over to my Mother and gave her a spin.
“You look amazing.” He said and she smiled brightly.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She said.
“You look so happy.” He smiled fondly at her.
“I am.” She replied.
“Well then, let’s get you married… again.” He said and my Mother giggled.
“Y/N, Draco is waiting for you just down the hall.” Grandfather said and I nodded. I walked out of the room and down the hall. Draco had his back turned to me and I ran up, hugging him from behind.
“What the-” He started and turned around as I let go of him.
“Hello, love.” He smiled. I felt my heart flutter slightly at the nickname he had recently started calling me, since he turned ten.
“Hello, Dray.” I said, giving him a little curtsy. He chuckled and gently took my hand. He kissed the back of it and pulled me closer to him. That’s when I noticed his tie.
“Did you wear this just to match me?” I giggled as he blushed.
“Mother may have informed me of your dress color, and I may have taken it into consideration.” He said and I giggled again.
“You’re adorable!” I said and kissed his cheek.
“Y/N! Draco! It’s time, get into place!” My Mother’s bridesmaid said. We both quickly got into place and I clung to my small bouquet as my hand rested against Draco’s arm. We soon heard the music start and everyone began walking down the aisle. I smiled as I saw Damon dressed in his all black suit, different to Draco’s, his blue tie that matched the flowers my Mother had chosen, and his matching black shoes.
Draco and I went our separate ways, he stood next to Damon and I stood on my Mother’s side. My Grandfather and Mother were walking down the aisle and everyone’s eyes were on them. When my Mother made it to the end my Grandfather kissed her cheek and went to take his seat in the front row. Everything kind of dragged on after that, until my Mother and now Step-Father kissed. Everyone cheered and clapped. I ran up to them and Damon lifted me up, kissing my cheek. They both hugged me tightly and Damon started carrying me back down the aisle.
“Hey! That’s my date!” Draco called as he chased after us. My parents chuckled and placed me down. Draco wrapped his arm around mine and slightly glared at Damon.
“Sorry, Draco. I wouldn’t dare take Y/N away from you.” He said. Draco huffed and nodded. I giggled at my best friend and kissed his cheek.
The party after the wedding was just as perfect as the reception was. Draco and I danced together a lot. We were currently sitting at our table having a drink while we talked when the band tried to gain everyone’s attention.
“Sorry to bother everyone, but the groom ‘ere has requested a special dance with his new daughter!” The lead singer said and my eyes widened. Damon walked up to us and kneeled down on one knee in front of Draco.
“Mind if I borrow your date?” He asked and Draco looked at me. I gave him a smile and he sighed.
“I suppose so…” He said and I giggled. He’s always been insanely protective over me and never liked when someone else gave me attention. He was always worried someone would hurt me, but Damon was now my Father and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Damon stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and hopped off my chair. Damon led me to the middle of the dance floor and the music began. He led me as we danced and eventually I ended up standing on his feet. It was an amazing experience that I never expected to have in my life. Damon wasn’t replacing my Father, but he was most definitely my Dad.
Once the dance was finished everyone clapped and Damon led me back to Draco. I took my seat and Damon kneeled down to Draco’s height again.
“Draco, I know you and Y/N are best friends and I just want you to know that I would never hurt her. It’s obvious that you care about you and want to protect her and I appreciate that. I’m glad Y/N has you as her best friend and I want you to know that I will do my best to take care of her as well.” He said and I smiled. Draco stuck his head up slightly, but a small smile was on his lips.
“I will always be Y/N’s number one.” He said and I giggled. Damon chuckled and nodded.
“I know you will.” He said and Draco smirked. Damon held out his hand and Draco looked at it for a moment before shaking it. I smiled as Damon walked off to my Mother and looked back to Draco who was already smiling at me.
“He’s good to me, Draco. He’s like the Dad I always wanted.” I said and his smile grew.
“I’m happy for you, love.” He said and gently held my hand. This was the best day of my life. I finally got a Dad. I finally have a complete family.
Warnings: Mentions of James Potter’s death, crying, panic attack, should be it!
Y/N: Your Name
Y/N/N: Your Nickname
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I ended up spending the rest of my birthday locked in my room. I couldn’t believe my Father was dead! He should have never left! He should have been right here with me and my Mother! Then I wouldn’t be spending my birthday in my room crying and staring at the only picture I have of him… I spent the next morning locked in my room, refusing to come out. I just wanted my Father…
“Y/N?” My Mother called as she knocked on my door. I didn’t answer, just stared at the picture of my Father.
“Y/N darling?” She asked as she opened my door. I heard her sigh and close the door. Her quiet footsteps made their way to my bed and she gently sat next to me.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N…” She said. I peeled my eyes away from the picture and looked at my Mother who was frowning at me.
“I should have told you sooner, I’m so sorry.” She said.
“It’s not your fault…” I said quietly.
“It is. I was the one who came up with the deal, if I didn’t offer Lily to him he would have been here with us.” She said. I sat up and wrapped my arms around my Mother, hugging her tightly.
“I don’t blame you, Mum.” I said and she held me closely to her.
“I love you so much, Y/N. I should have-”
“I love you too, Mum.” I cut off whatever she was going to blame on herself again. We sat in silence for a bit, just hugging each other. I pulled away first and reached to grab the picture of my Father. I stared down at him with a sad smile.
“Do you still want to go to the party tonight?” She asked and I nodded.
“Are you sure? I’m sure the Malfoys will understand if you don’t.” She said.
“I wanna see Draco.” I said and she smiled.
“Alright, then we better get ready.” She said and I smiled brightly.
My Mother helped me get dressed in a red puffy dress, gold shoes, a birthday crown that my Grandfather got me, and a diamond bracelet that my Mother got me. She smiled down at me and kissed my head. She went to get ready and then we were off to the party!
When my Mother and I arrived at the Malfoy’s Manor, Draco’s parents were in the foyer to greet each guest.
“Arabella! Y/N! We’re so happy you made it!” Narcissa said as she hugged and kissed my Mother’s cheek.
“Narcissa, Lucius, thank you so much for doing this.” My Mother said.
“Of course! Y/N is practically like our own daughter.” Lucius said.
“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.” I greeted and they each smiled at me.
“Happy birthday, Y/N.” Narcissa said.
“Thank you!” I said.
“Dobby! Go fetch Draco, tell him Y/N has arrived.” Lucius ordered the house elf.
“Yes Master!” The timid elf said and rushed to find the Malfoy heir.
“Draco’s been so excited to see you again, he hasn’t stopped talking about your party since last night.” Narcissa said.
“Y/N’s been very excited to see Draco again.” My Mother said. It wasn’t long until Draco entered the room with a smile on his face.
“Y/N! Happy Birthday!” He excitedly said as he made his way towards me.
“Thank you!” I said as I gave him a huge hug.
“Bella, there’s someone here that I know would love to see you.” Narcissa said with a smirk on her face.
“Oh, well I don’t know, Issa…” My Mother said and looked down at me.
“Draco, why don’t you accompany Y/N during the party?” Narcissa asked her son and he nodded with a smile. He offered me his arm and I gladly took it.
“It’s okay Mum, I’ll be with Draco!” I said happily.
“Are you sure, my little fawn? With everything that happened last night I don’t want to upset you more…” She said, crouching down.
“I’m sure, Mum.” I smiled. My Mother deserved to be happy tonight too.
“Come on, Y/N/N, I wanna show you the decorations!” Draco happily said as he tugged on my arm gently. I giggled and followed him into the ballroom. It was absolutely perfect! There were green and gold decorations littering the ballroom, there were white flowers all around as well. Everything was so perfect I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.
“Do you like it?” He asked and I nodded in awe.
“It’s amazing, Draco!” I exclaimed.
“I picked it all out just for you! I knew you would love it!” He said excitedly. I giggled and gave him a big hug.
“I don’t want to pry, but do you mind telling me what happened last night?” He asked and I sighed.
“I had an awful birthday, Draco… My Mother had told me that my Father died just a year after I was born and then she gave me a letter he wrote me. He was explaining how he and my Mother made a deal to have me and then they could be with that Muggle-born girl Lily. He talked about how he wanted to meet me one day and how I have a Brother. I cried so hard and my Mother tried to comfort me, but I was so hurt. She mentioned how my Father wanted me to meet my Brother, Harry, but I don’t want to! He’s literally the reason My Father left us!” I huffed.
“I’m sorry, Y/N/N, finding out your Father was killed by the Dark Lord on your birthday must be the worst.” He said with a frown and I furrowed my brow.
“What?” I asked and he looked at me confused.
“My Father was killed by You-Know-Who?” I asked and his eyes widened.
“Y-You didn’t know?” He asked and I shook my head. Tears began to blur my vision and it felt like my throat was closing up. Draco’s eyes widened further and he grabbed my hand.
“How about we go outside for a bit?” He asked and all I could do was nod. Draco led me out to his back porch and gently sat me in the garden chair. Luckily we were the only two out here so I could have peace. I felt my hands start shaking and my head felt like it was slightly spinning. I grabbed my head as I started hyperventilating. Draco stood in front of me and gently grabbed my hands.
“You need to breath, Y/N. In and out.” He gently said. I shook my head as the tears fell harder.
“C-Can’t…” I whispered.
“Just like this… In… Out…” He said, guiding me through breathing normally again. I tried my best to follow his instructions, but it was so hard. Draco kept gently whispering to me about how I should breath as he gently brushed his thumb on the back of my hands. It took a bit for my tears to finally stop and my breathing to return to normal. I looked up at Draco and he was looking down at me worriedly.
“I’m alright…” I said, quietly.
“I’m really sorry, Y/N/N, I thought you knew.” He said and I took a deep breath. I shook my head and smiled at him.
“Thank you for telling me, Dray.” I said and squeezed his hands.
“Let me make it up to you, come with me!” He said and pulled me along with him. The two of us rushed through the ballroom and over to a large table that held all the gifts for me. Draco looked over them and picked up a small, very expensive looking box.
“Here, this one’s mine!” He said, practically bouncing up and down. I giggled and smiled at the small box that was wrapped in dark green with gold polka dots and a silver bow keeping it all together.
“Draco Lucius, Malfoy! What do you think you’re doing?” Narcissa scolded as she walked up to us, along with my Mother and a man I’ve never seen.
“I-I made Y/N upset because I told her what happened to James Potter and I didn’t know that she didn’t know… I just wanted to make her feel better!” Draco said, nervously looking up at his Mother.
“That wasn’t your information to tell!” Narcissa hissed and Draco bowed his head.
“Don’t be so hard on him, Issa, I should have told her…” My Mother said and I looked up at her with wide eyes.
“You knew?” I asked, feeling tears prick my vision again.
“Oh my little fawn…” She kneeled down and gently grabbed my arm.
“I did know, but I didn’t know how to tell you. How was I supposed to tell you that your Father was murdered by…” She trailed off and I bit my lip.
“What else are you keeping from me?” I whispered and her eyes widened slightly.
“Nothing, Y/N, I promise you. There is nothing else to tell you regarding your Father and your Brother.” She said and I took a deep breath. I held up my pinky and gave her a small smile.
“Promise?” I asked and she smiled. She wrapped her pinky around my smaller one and held it tightly.
“I promise.” She said and pulled me in for a hug.
“Y/N, happy birthday!” The man said, also crouching down to my level.
“T-Thank you.” I smiled, feeling slightly nervous around him.
“Y/N, this is Damon Horn.” My Mother introduced the man.
“Hello.” I smiled and he returned it. He pulled out a red box with a silver bow wrapped around it and held it out to me.
“I got you something. Your Mother told me you’d like it.” He said and I smiled and took the box from him.
“Thank you!” I said.
“Y/N… I thought you were going to open my gift first?” Draco said and I turned to find him frowning at me.
“Draco! Don’t be rude.” Narcissa said. Draco’s frown deepened and his arms fell to his sides, still holding the little box. I frowned slightly and turned back to the man.
“Sorry, sir, Draco and I always open each other’s gifts first.” I said and my Mother smiled. She took the box from my arms and I smiled.
“Go on my little fawn.” She said and I turned to face Draco who had a smug smirk on my face. He handed me the box and I took it with a grateful smile on my face.
“It’s so lovely, Draco.” I said and gently undid the bow then ripped the paper off. I opened it to find a black velvet box. I opened it and inside was a silver necklace with a little black stone in the middle of a sun.
“Draco, this is amazing!” I said taking the necklace out of the box.
“I have the matching one!” He said and pulled out a little silver moon with the same black stone in the middle. I smiled and held up the necklace to him.
“Will you put it on for me?” I asked. He smiled and took the necklace from me and I turned around, moving my hair out of the way for him. He placed the necklace around me and locked it into place. I smiled down at the little pendant and turned back to face Draco.
“It’s enchanted too! When you hold it up to your eye and look into the stone you can see the stars!” He said and I smiled.
“It’s amazing! I love it so much! Thank you!” I said and hugged him tightly.
“You’re welcome, I knew you would love it!” He said and I giggled.
“I do, it’s amazing!” I said. I turned back to my Mother and held up the little sun to show her.
“Isn’t it amazing, Mum?” I asked and she smiled.
“It’s so amazing.” She said and I beamed and looked back down at the sun.
“Why don’t you open Damon’s gift now?” She asked and offered me the box.
“It won’t be as good as mine.” Draco grumbled.
“Draco!” Narcissa scolded.
“It’s alright, Narcissa. He’s probably right.” Damon laughed and Draco narrowed his eyes at him slightly. He came closer and stood next to me. I took the gift from my Mother and gently opened the box. I took the lid off the box and found two stuffed deer inside. I gasped and took them out. One was a stag and the other was a doe, they were my favorite animals of all time. It was one of the few facts I had learned about my Father of the years and I clung to it. They were forever going to be my favorite animals.
“I love them! Draco look!” I said and held them out for him to see. He smiled at me and nodded.
“They’re very cute.” He said and I turned to my Mother.
“Mummy! Look! Look!” I said and she laughed.
“I see them, my little fawn. They’re amazing.” She said and I hugged them closely. My Mother and Damon stood up and he placed his hand on my Mother’s waist.
“Thank you, Mr. Horn!” I said and he smiled down at me.
“You’re welcome, sweetie.” He said and gently pulled my Mother closer to him. I looked at them for a moment and smiled slightly.
“You like my Mother!” I said and her eyes widened.
“Y/N!” She said and I looked at her confused.
“I do like your Mother, quite a lot.” He answered and I smiled.
“Do you like him, Mum?” I asked and she bit her lip.
“Y/N, darling…” She trailed off.
“You do!” I said and held the stuffed deer closer to me.
“Y/N, it’s… complicated…” She said.
“Y/N, your Mother and I have been seeing each other for a little while now and she was worried about how you would feel about this.” Damon said and my Mother’s eyes widened.
“Are you happy, Mummy?” I asked and she looked down at me then back at Damon.
“I am.” She said and I smiled brighter.
“Yay! I’m happy for you Mum.” I said and she smiled down at me.
“Thank you, my little fawn.” She said.
“Draco, why don’t you take Y/N to see your friends?” Narcissa suggested.
“Okay!” Draco said with a smile. I held up the stuffed deer to my Mother, who took them with a smile.
“Come on, Y/N/N!” Draco said and pulled me along with him.
For the rest of the party, Draco and I spent it with our friends. We danced, ate some snacks, drank a few drinks, and played some games. When dinner came we were all together at one table while the adults were at all the other tables. It was all so perfect and soon it was time for cake. The house elves brought out a large three tiered cake. The first layer was green with black and gold paint like stripes around them. The second one was also green, but with nothing on it, and the last layer was plain white. They had white flowers and a white chocolate ring resting on the bottom layer. It was so amazing! They had also brought out green and white rose cupcakes with gold leaves on them. It was all so perfect! They set the cake in front of me and I smiled so wide that my cheeks hurt.
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Y/N, happy birthday to you!” Everyone sang and I pulled Draco closer to me.
“One, two, three!” I said and the two of us blew out the candles together. Everyone clapped and some had taken pictures. They took the cake away and returned not long with a large piece that Draco and I shared. Yesterday may have been the worst birthday I had, and today wasn’t as perfect as it could be, but Draco always knew how to make me feel better. He made this birthday party amazing, just like he always did.
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My Mother was the absolute best Mother in the world, except when it comes to my Father. All I know about him was that he left us before I was born for another woman… My Mother said it was part of a deal they had made, but it still upset me that he would do that to my Mother. I wanted so badly to meet him, but something told me that I never would… It was my 7th birthday today and I was excited since my Mother said she had a surprise for me.
“Y/N! Please come down here!” My Mother called and I smiled.
“Coming!” I called back and rushed down the stairs. I walked into the den and smiled at my Mother.
“Happy birthday, my little fawn.” She said with a large smile. My smile grew at the mention of my nickname. She had always called me her little fawn, said it had something to do with my Father. She would never explain further than that.
“Thank you, Mother.” I said. She motioned me to sit on her lap and I did. She held me close and kissed the top of my head.
“Here, this is a letter from your Father, he wrote it after you were recently born and I wanted to wait until you were old enough to understand…” She said with a sigh. My eyes widened at the mention of my Father and I couldn’t help the smile that crept its way onto my face. I went to reach for the letter, but she pulled it out of my reach.
“I need you to know something before you read this.” She said and I nodded, unable to peel my eyes away from the letter.
“Your Father, James Potter, he died a year after you were born… I didn’t know how to tell you, so I didn’t… I’m so sorry…” She said and I snapped my head to look at her.
“My Dad is… dead?” I asked, feeling tears prick my eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N, but this letter will explain everything.” She said and finally handed me the letter. I hopped off her lap and sat on the floor. I took a deep breath and opened the letter.
To my beautiful daughter,
Y/N I know you’re probably angry with me, since I’m sure your Mother told you of our deal, but know it had nothing to do with you. Your Mother and I were being forced to marry each other and neither of us enjoyed that. Your Mother is actually the one who came up with the deal, but back then I never knew how hard it would be to leave my child… I alway knew it was coming since my heart belonged to Lily, but I never thought about how it would affect you. The day I left your Mother she told me that I couldn’t see you and it broke my heart. I thought about you everyday and when your Mother sent me a picture of you, my heart broke even more. You are so beautiful and perfect and I never get to know who you’ll become. I thought having a child with Lily would help me cope with the fact I’d never see you, but nothing could ever help that feeling. As much as I love Lily and our son, Harry, you are still my daughter and I hope one day we’ll get to meet. I love you so much, and please don’t hate your Mother or me for this. We were simply doing what we had to. Just know that I love you and I always will.
Your Father, James.
I felt tears rolling down my face and I looked up at my Mother who also had a single tear fall from her eye. I dropped the letter and ran into her arms. She held me tightly and rubbed my back as I cried.
“Who’s Lily and why did he leave us for her?” I asked once I was calm enough.
“Lily was a girl we went to school with, James was obsessed with her and his family didn’t like that. She wasn’t a Pure-blood which is why we were married by our parents.” She answered and I scrunched up my nose.
“He left us for a mudblood!” I said, annoyed.
“Y/N! We do not use that word.” My Mother scolded.
“Sorry…” I said, hanging my head. Draco had always told me that’s what we call people that weren’t pure.
“Sometimes I hate you being around those Malfoys…” My Mother sighed.
“But Draco’s my best friend!” I said and she smiled slightly.
“I know my little fawn, I know.” She said.
“Dad had another kid…” I said and my Mother sighed again.
“I know, Harry.” She said and my head shot up.
“You knew!?” I asked with wide eyes.
“Yes, I read the letter when it came and James had sent me a picture of his son. He wanted you to know you have a brother, but I can’t just take you to meet him.” She answered.
“I don’t want to meet him! He might as well be the reason he left! Him and that Lily girl! Dad could have been happier with us and he would have been alive!” I shouted, shocking my Mother. I ran off to my room and cried my eyes out. This is the worst birthday ever!
the battle of hogwarts, except draco malfoy stands up to voldemort in the courtyard scene. (draco x reader) beware: big angst
trigger warning: violence, gore, major character death
‘And now is the time to declare yourself. Come forward and join us.’
A pause. Two words, spat out with venom into the cold morning air.
‘Or die.’
Draco fixes his gaze on the rubble before him as Voldemort’s serpent eyes pan the crowd. His body swims with the exhaustion of sleepless nights, while his mind is forced to stay alert to the danger that he is once again in. He doesn’t want to fight anymore.
‘Draco.’ His father’s rasp breaks the heavy silence. Heads turn to stare accusingly at him, and Draco feels a small flutter of hope that is replaced by a heavy weight in his chest as he realises the head he most longs to see is not there.
What if you’re dead?
He doesn’t want to think about it.
He would never forgive himself.
‘Draco.’ His father, again, this time more desperate. More heads turn to look, none of them yours.
Draco finally dares look up, his sight travelling past the cloaked figure that has haunted him for the past few years and landing on his father. Lucius Malfoy, with his bloodshot eyes, dishevelled robes and straggly blonde hair, is a sad imitation of his former self.
Draco hates him.
He hates Voldemort too, and his stupid movement. He doesn’t want to go.
But he is terrified, afraid of what he knows Voldemort is capable of, afraid of what he has seen in those long grisly days at Malfoy Manor. He sees the green light hitting Professor Snape’s colleague square in the chest and her falling with a sullen thud onto the wood. He sees the snake sliding up the table too, past his trembling hands, and opening its fanged mouth and devouring her whole, blood and bones and guts covering where he used to eat his dinners as a child. He sees his aunt’s blade opening up Hermione Granger’s arm.
When his mother - his mother, who he still loves, even after everything - speaks his name, softly like she had done when he was younger and less scarred, Draco’s resolve disappears. Everything else blurs until all he can see is her platinum blonde head, and he lifts one foot and takes a step onto the rubble in front of him, and then another, until a hand reaches out from behind him and grabs him by the wrist.
And there you are, weak from the night’s fighting, tears staining your cheeks, but with eyes as bright as stars because you are alive, wonderously, gloriously alive.
‘Draco.’
For the third time, someone speaks his name, and Draco takes in the sight of you, who he’s loved since fourth year, who he’s continued to love despite your ending it due to his involvement with Voldemort. Evidently you must still have some feeling left towards him, otherwise you wouldn’t be doing this.
He’d looked for you in the battle, before and after the fire in the Room of Requirement, heart leaping when he caught sight of people who could’ve been you, but weren’t. This went on for the rest of night, and in the heat and terror and waves of dead bodies that were too many to count, Draco had slowly given up hope.
'I thought you were dead.’
'Draco, don’t do this.’
Your hand continues to grip his wrist tightly, nails digging into soft skin. People are staring, and Narcissa Malfoy calls once again for her son, the sharp edge of fear creeping into her tone.
'I don’t want to,’ he chokes.
'Then don’t,’ you whisper. 'You’re better than this.’ You indicate with a shaking hand towards Voldemort and his followers. 'You’re better than him, than them -’
'I’m not.’
'You are. And - and you wanna know why?’
Draco stands still. The only part of him that moves are his grey eyes, stormy with turmoil and guilt. Then he begins to turn his head to look back at his parents. You reach out and place a trembling hand on his cheek, and gently guide his eyes to stare back into yours.
'Because they’ve made their choices,’ you say. 'They chose, some longer ago than others, to hurt people because of who they were. They chose to inflict pain. They chose to ruin lives. They’ve already chosen the path they want to take, and have covered a lot already. Most of them even seem to enjoy it.’
Grey eyes, stormy eyes, eyes beginning to fill with tears -
'I don’t think you would enjoy it.’
'Draco!’ Narcissa and Lucius, together this time.
'My parents,’ he whimpers, sounding like a little boy again.
You keep your hand pressed to his cheek. You can feel his blood pumping under his skin: warm, hot, pureblood, blood which isn’t at all different from anyone else’s.
'This is your choice. Your parents cannot make it for you.’
A grey sky above a grey castle covered in grey rubble, Harry lying dead in Hagrid’s arms -
'They made theirs a long time ago. Don’t suffer for them anymore. God knows you’ve suffered enough.’
You take your palm off his cheek; you’ve said all you can say. Draco is free now.
'Draco.’ A fourth speaker sounds his name in a soft snarl, and this time it is Voldemort himself. He is growing impatient - he is not making a request. It is a command, for Draco to decide. For Draco to choose.
He pulls his eyes away from yours. You don’t know what he is going to do. You have never been able to read him, not really, not even when you look into his soul through grey windows.
’Draco…’
A final warning. A sharp intake of breath from the crowd, and strangled screams are ripped from both Lucius and Narcissa’s throats.
The man turns around, and looks deep into Lord Voldemort’s snake eyes.
Draco Malfoy is shaking with terror, but he somehow manages to keep his voice steady.
'No.’
A gasp from the crowd, an angry hiss from Voldemort, and Lucius Malfoy begins to plead.
'My lord, he is just a boy - he does not understand what he is saying - the gravity of his words -’
Voldemort ignores him. He continues to stare at Draco, who stands his ground despite wanting the earth to give out underneath him. He imagines the flash of green light again, the dull thud, the snake -
’What did you say?’
The Slytherin common room, the thrill of Quidditch matches, Butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks, laughter with you -
’No.’
Narcissa Malfoy speaks, her soft voice brave in the cold air. 'My lord - please.’
Voldemort raises the Elder Wand -
'My lord, please!’
I’m so sorry, mother. I had to do this. I had to do it
You grab Draco’s sweaty hand and quickly lace your fingers with his, because if he is going to die, surely you will too, and you want to go with him. You want to go with the man who made the right choice, if only at the very end.
Voldemort begins to say the spell and you grip Draco’s hand tighter, but just as you’ve prepared to die something in the Dark Lord’s face changes and he whips around.
The bolt of green light hits Narcissa Malfoy square in the chest, and she falls with a sullen thud onto the cold stone floor.
Someone screams. Draco lets go of your hand and runs to his mother, Voldemort’s inhuman laugh echoing in both your ears -
This will hurt him far more than him dying ever could.
You want to run to Draco but your legs have turned to jelly and you can’t breathe. All you can comprehend is the sound of him howling, and you’ve never heard anything like it in your life. You shove your hands over your ears to no avail. Raw, ragged, animal screams of pain sound out in the courtyard of Hogwarts.
Guilt and heartbreak descend upon you, and they’re heavy, so heavy that it hurts. You sink down under the gazes of the onlookers, the vision of three blonde heads, one of them lolling lifelessly on the stone - oh god - blocked from your view. Not even Harry jumping from Hagrid’s arms and the chaos that ensues cause you to rise from your sitting position.
Eventually you feel strong grips under your arms and Neville Longbottom pulls you into the Great Hall, putting the grey courtyard out of your sight.
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word count: 4590
warnings: major character death, lots of blood, anxiousness, mentions of vomiting, sad sad stuff dude, also literally loss of a limb (there’s a warning before it begins, please don’t read if you can’t stomach it)
summary: the truth about the Y/L/N’s is to be revealed soon when Y/N is facing the dangers within the maze of the third task.
News about the sudden death of Barty Crouch spread throughout the student body quickly.
Y/N was growing anxious, more than she ever was for any other task. The spots from the grindylows had faded to a lighter color, similar to the two gashes on her back.
But now here she was, waking through a doorway to face the entire Hogwarts student body along with families and the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students clad in a black and yellow outfit to represent Hufflepuff.
The three Hogwarts champions stood by their entrance to the maze. Cheers could be heard from every angle at which they stood, a lively march being played by the band.
Many students had homemade banners with the champions’ last names written all over. Y/N smiled at the sight of Draco holding a large banner with a silly drawing of her and Y/L/N written in big, bold, sparkly letters. She gave him a funny face and a thumbs up, and he blew a kiss right back mouthing “good luck.”
“Sonorus!” Dumbledore casted the amplifying charm, and the sounds of cheers and music died out. Students clambered to sit down, eager to hear about the task.
“Earlier today, Professor Moody placed the Triwizard Cup deep within the maze. Only he knows it’s exact position. Now, as Mr. Diggory…” cheers erupted at the sound of Cedric’s name, and Amos held his son’s hand high in recognition, “…Miss Y/L/N and Mr. Potter…” cheers grew louder and students stood, yelling for Harry and Y/N, including Ron, Hermione, and Draco, “…are tied for first position, they will be the first to enter the maze, followed by Mr. Krum…” more cheers, “…and Miss Delacour.”
“The first person to touch the cup will be the winner. I’ve instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter. Should, at any point, a contestant wish to withdrawal from the task, he or she need only send up red sparks with their wands. Contestants! Gather around. Quickly!”
Y/N rushed up, following Cedric to where Dumbledore stood. Her heart was pounding.
The five champions huddled up, and Dumbledore placed his arms around Y/N’s and Krum’s shoulders.
“In the maze, you’ll find no dragons or creatures of the deep. Instead you’ll face something even more challenging. You see, people change in the maze. Oh, find the cup if you can. But be very wary. You could just lose yourselves along the way.” The ominous undertone to his voice gave Y/N goosebumps.
Draco watched intently, trying to listen to what Dumbledore was saying to the five teens, but had no luck. His heart was pounding just as hard as Y/N’s was.
“Champions, prepare yourselves!” Dumbledore instructed, and the crowd cheered again.
Without thinking, Y/N turned around and bolted to the stands, stopping right in front of where Draco was.
“Wish me luck!” She said, jumping up to wrap her around a around his neck and pulled him close. He sat up to lean over the railing blocking the two of them, hugging her so tightly. “Awes” and “oohs” circled around the two of them.
“Good luck.” Draco whispered in Y/N’s ear, pulling back just enough to press his lips on hers in a rushed and anxious kiss.
She pulled away quickly, touching her feet to the ground and smiling warmly at him, before rushing back to her designated entrance to the maze, unknowing of what she should find inside.
Y/N looked into it, her heart hammering. It was too foggy to see any clearer than maybe 6 feet in front of her, and the hedges were impossibly tall.
Her thoughts began to bite at her. What if I don’t make it through in time? What if something in there kills me? What if I get lost and nobody can see the red sparks?
She wished she had the support of a representative like the other champions did. Y/N looked over to see Amos giving Cedric a tight hug, whispering something in his ear.
Just as quickly as he had hugged his son, he made his way over to the young girl and gave her a big hug too. “You’ll do amazing, Y/N. I wish both you and Cedric the best of luck.” He said into her ear.
“Thank you, Amos.” She smiled at him, allowing him to step back over to his son.
Cedric smiled at her, but it was wobbly. He could tell she was just as nervous as he was, and tried his best to comfort her with the distance between them.
“On the count of three. One-“ Dumbledore’s voice was cut off by the canon exploding early. Y/N couldn’t breathe as she watched Harry take the first step into the maze. Cedric followed right after, and the lively music from before flooded through the small arena.
The second Y/N stepped at least two feet into the maze, the entrance sealed off. It was deafening, how silent it had suddenly become.
Draco watched closely, as his girlfriend was suddenly separated from the eyes of the spectators. He knew her parents were watching somewhere in the crowd, feeling just as nervous as he was.
The only thing Y/N could hear was her own staggered breathing and the snaps of twigs beneath her feet. The passage was narrow, and she kept her want tightly in her hand.
The maze seemed to change every passing second, passages forming quickly. She was running now, trying to make sure she wouldn’t get crushed.
The first scream caught Y/N’s attention. It was loud, and bone chilling, and echoed throughout the entire maze. She was so sure the other champions must’ve heard it.
She was frozen. The scream must’ve come from Fleur, she had decided, and was silently praying the girl wasn’t hurt.
It was when an explosion over head, red sparks from only a passage over, had broken Y/N from her trance.
From outside the maze, everyone was silent at the first sight of surrender. Draco was repeating a mantra in his head.
Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N.
A glimmer caught her eye. She had barely moved from the entrance, not nearly putting in as much effort as she thought she would.
Y/N walked slowly towards it, whipping around and keeping her eyes open for any threat. A twig cracked behind her, and she screamed when something tackled her to the ground.
Draco heard the second scream. He knew it was Y/N after Fleur was removed from the maze. It took all of his control not to jump from the stands and force his way into the maze to find her himself.
“Y/N? Oh, Merlin I’m so sorry!” Cedric pulled himself off of her. “I thought you were Krum! He’s gone insane!” He helped her up.
Y/N’s eyes were blown wide and her breath was short. “You- you scared me! Don’t do that!”
Cedric must’ve seen the glimmer too, a glowing object in the distance.
“Together?” He asked her, not taking his eyes off the prize.
“Together.” She spokes quietly, taking the first step towards the cup.
Indistinct shouting not very far from the two Hufflepuffs made both of them jump. Krum, who’s eyes seemed to be incredibly cloudy from what Y/N remembered they actually looked like, was shooting hexes at Harry.
Harry’s defenses were down. “Get down!” Cedric yelled, jumping in front of Y/N and dodging the hex that had missed Harry. Y/N shrunk into the hedge to the left of her, covering her face with her hands.
“Get down!” Cedric yelled once more, Krum yelling another indistinguishable hex at Harry who was now on the ground.
“Expelliarmus!” Y/N gained the courage to jump up, hitting Krum square in the chest. He was thrown further away from the three of them, and seemingly unconscious.
Cedric ran over to him, kicking his wand from his hand. Y/N and Harry both realized he was about to cast another spell on him, Godric knows which one.
“No! Stop!” Harry yelled, holding him back. “He’s bewitched, Cedric!”
“Get off me!” He shoved Harry harshly.
“He’s bewitched!” Harry repeated.
“Cedric! Stop! Listen to him!” Y/N yelled, holding him back as well. Cedric shoved her to the ground so hard, her wrist snapped in half from the angle at which she hit the hard dirt. She cried out and it echoed, using her elbow to sit up and her feet to push away from the two boys. She had already caught a look at the ungodly angle her hand was suddenly bent at, and it made her want to vomit.
Cedric realized what he had done at the sound of his best friend’s scream. He was about to hold his wand up to send sparks for both Y/N and Krum, but Y/N jumped up before he could.
“Stop! We’ve already made it too far.” Her voice trembled. She was shaking violently, keeping distance between her and the two boys.
It was silent for a moment, the deafening sound taking over between the three teenagers just as when they first entered the maze.
“Together?” Cedric asked quietly, repeating what he said earlier, and looking at both of them.
“Together.” Harry and Y/N said at the same time.
Just as Y/N took a step towards them, a violent gust of wind hit her back and loud cracking echoed.
“Go!” Cedric yelled, grabbing Y/N’s good hand and running towards the cup. Harry ran after them, as quick as he could.
They made it to the center of the maze, and there stood the magnificent Triwizard Cup.
“Go on! Take it!” Cedric yelled.
“Together!” Harry yelled back, looking at Y/N who still had tears streaming down her face.
“One, two, three!” The three students jumped forward in the nick of time, grabbing ahold of the cup. A bright white light filled Y/N’s vision, and she was suddenly dizzy.
The three of them dropped onto the ground. She could sense their location had changed before she opened her eyes.
Harry and Cedric were on the ground near each other, gasping for breath. Y/N was thrown on the ground along with the cup, just a few feet away from them. The shock was beginning to wear off, and the pain was almost unbearable in her wrist.
“Come on, Y/N. Get up.” Cedric spoke quietly, the stillness of their new location scaring him. “You okay?” He asked both of them.
“Yeah.” Harry stood, looking around. Y/N allowed Cedric to help her stand, and she could finally see where they were. He held her broken wrist loosely in his hand, putting a protective arm around her shoulder.
A graveyard. The cup was a portkey. The sky was dark and cloudy, fog covering the rolling hills. Y’all tombstones towered over the three of them.
“Where are we?” She whispered.
“I’ve been here before.” Harry spoke suddenly.
“It’s a portkey. Harry, the cup is a portkey.” Cedric smiled mischievously down at the glowing cup.
“I’ve been here before.” Harry repeated. “In a dream.”
“Cedric! We have to get back to the cup. Now!” Harry’s voice was filled with fear and realization.
“Harry, what’s wrong?” Y/N asked, her eyes filling with tears again, thinking the worst that could possibly happen. Were they set up?
“What are you talking about?” Cedric pulled Y/N closer, trying to keep her safe from whatever Harry had realized.
A door creaked open loudly in front of them. It made Y/N jump, and the first tear rolled down her cheek.
Harry began shouting when a figure walked from the doorway. A scruffy man turned as he collapsed on the ground, and a fire was lit from under a large cauldron in front of the doorway. Cedric released Y/N from his hold, rushing over to Harry.
“Harry! What is it?” He spoke, his voice cracking from fear.
“Get back to the cup!” Harry yelled out of pain again, sounding rather irritated.
Cedric put distance between him and Harry as the figure stepped out from the doorway. Y/N immediately recognized him as Peter Pettigrew, a good friend of her parents before he betrayed them all for Voldemort. Her eyes were wide when she realized what he was holding in his arms.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Cedric spoke, holding his wand up as a threat.
“Cedric, back down now!” Y/N yelled pulling his shoulder back. He shrugged her off.
“Kill the spare. Keep the girl alive.” A raspy voice spoke.
“Avada Kedavra!”
“No! Cedric!” Harry yelled, attempting to stand but was too late.
A bright green light temporarily blinded her. She watched the unforgivable curse hit Cedric and throw him over her head and behind her. The second his corpse hit the ground, a loud sob escaped her mouth.
Peter rushed over to Harry, using his wand to force him to stand. He backed him up into a statue that locked him in place.
“Do it! Now!” The raspy voice spoke again.
Peter hesitated for a moment. He walked over to the cauldron, keeping a hold of the blanket in his hands but dropped whatever was holding it into the boiling substance.
“Bone of the father unwillingly given.” A disgusting bone was levitated from the ground, caught on fire and into the cauldron.
Y/N’s breathing was too short when the realization of a dead body behind her set in.
“Flesh of the servant…” he turned suddenly, rushing to Y/N and forcing her towards the cauldron.
“Stop! What are you doing to me!” She yelled, trying to release herself from his grip, but it was too strong.
“Willingly sacrificed.” A large knife was pulled from his sleeve. He forced her broken wrist above the steaming substance as she thrashed against him.
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With no hesitation, he dug the sharp knife into her wrist, cutting through the bone and severing her hand into the liquid below. She screamed, louder than she ever thought she could. Blood spurt from her hand, staining the grass by her feet. Peter threw her on the ground, away from him and Harry.
She made quick work, ripping part of her shirt to wrap around her wrist, trying not to pass out from the loss of blood and the sight of her bone. Y/N had been taught what to do in this situation, just not to herself. She could barely even register what was happening as her fight or flight took over.
“And blood of the enemy…” he used the same knife to cut part of Harry’s sleeve. “Forcibly taken.” Peter dug the knife into his wrist, blood rushing down Harry’s arm and dripping from his elbow. He cried in pain, and it made Y/N wince.
Peter tapped the hilt of the knife over the cauldron, letting a few dropped of Harry’s blood sizzle into the liquid.
“The Dark Lord shall rise… again.” He spoke, breathing loudly.
Harry’s screams broke Y/N from her daze due to the blood loss. The entire cauldron caught on fire, melting away to reveal none other than the slimey, naked, disgusting body of Lord Voldemort.
Black smoke surrounded him before his pale feet touched the ground, forming into a cloak of some sort.
Y/N could hear him inhale deeply, running his hands along the pale, veiny skin on his head. She could tell this was the first time in a while he had taken his human form.
Peter stepped forward, his face full of awe and adoration.
Voldemort walked forward to Peter, looking down and laughing quietly but maniacally and the form he had taken.
“My wand, Wormtail.” Voldemort spoke harshly toward his follower, holding out his hand. Peter brandished the wand, bowing deeply and holding it out to Voldemort.
“Y/N, hey, look at me! You’re going to be okay. We are going to make it out of this. Stay close to the portkey.” Harry whispered, turning his head to see Y/N in her awful state. She looked petrified, seemingly wishing this was some sort of nightmare.
They watched as Voldemort took the wand from Peter, inhaling deeply.
“Hold out your arm.” He commanded Peter.
“Master…” Peter started to cry. “Thank you, master.” He began to hold out one of his arms.
“The other arm, Wormtail.” Voldemort spat. Peter’s eyes went wide as he held his other arm, allowing Voldemort to take a grip on it.
He shoved the tip of his wand onto the bare skin of Peter’s wrist, and the dull ink that once was there grew darker, revealing the Dark Mark in its true form.
Thunder rumbled throughout the graveyard. Y/N jumped, trying to stay as quiet as she could.
Voldemort looked up into the clouds. Y/N followed his gaze, and right before her eyes a dark skull formed. The skull opened its mouth, and a thick trail of smoke bellowed out of it, heading right towards where they were. The smoke broke off into different paths, becoming darker.
The second the smoke touched the ground, a person appeared. There were too many for her to count. Dressed in dark cloaks, skull masks and pointing hats, she couldn’t identify any of them.
“Welcome, my friends. Thirteen years, it’s been, and yet… here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself… disappointed.” Voldemort spat again, his voice echoing through the graveyard.
“Not one of you tried to find me. Crabbe!” Voldemort yelled, rushing up to one of the figures and ripping the skull mask off. Dark smoke followed.
With just a flick of his hand, Voldemort was now revealing the figures.
“Macnair! Goyle!” Y/N recognized the names. Crabbe and Goyle, two of Draco’s closest minions. She was silently praying there wasn’t a Malfoy among them.
“Not even you, Lucius.” Voldemort walked up to the last standing figure, ripping of the mask. A crow flew away violently from behind them.
Y/N was trying to stop the bleed of her wrist, but it soaked through the fabric she had wrapped on it. She was fighting off the black spots of her vision.
“My lord,” Lucius was brought to his knees. “Had I detected any sign, a whisper of your whereabouts-“
“There were signs, my slippery friend. And more than whispers.” Voldemort interrupted him.
“I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways.” Lucius removed the hat from his head, revealing a familiar platinum blonde. Y/N let out an involuntary sob as she realized, but soon quieted down.
“The face I have been obliged to present each day since your… absence… that is my true mask.” Lucius continued as the other Deatheaters around them stood.
“I returned.” Peter spoke shakily, raising a hand for recognition. He gasped and doubled over when Voldemort rushed over to him, the cloak bellowing behind him.
“Out of fear, not loyalty. Still, you have proved yourself useful these past few months, Wormtail.” Voldemort’s voice softened just the slightest bit.
Y/N didn’t have time to realize when he was walking over to where she sat on the ground, over by Cedric’s body.
“Oh…” he spoke, pushing his face around with his foot. Y/N winced as he tutted loudly. “Such a handsome boy.”
“Don’t touch him!” Harry yelled, shrinking back when Y/N flinched and Voldemort glared at him.
“And who might this be, Wormtail? I see you used her for the spell.” Voldemort sneered, looking down at Y/N.
“Y/N Y/L/N, my Lord.” Wormtail spoke up. From behind Voldemort, Y/N saw Lucius whip around with an unrecognizable look on his face.
“Y/L/N?” Voldemort repeated, and Peter nodded. “Stand, girl, now.” He demanded.
Y/N stood slowly and shakily, keeping her composure in front of the Dark Lord himself.
Voldemort’s hand whipped out to grab her wrist, taking a look at the damage that was done. She inhaled sharply, letting out another sob from the grip he had.
“Well done. You have served me well, Y/N.” Voldemort said, dropping his grip and letting her arm fall limp. She kept a hard face despite the tears running down her cheeks.
Her eyes flickered to Harry. He had an expression that said “back down.” Voldemort followed her line of sight to look at the boy he hated so very much.
“Harry. Oh, I’d almost forgotten you were here. Standing on the bones of my father. I’d introduce you, but word has it you’re almost as famous as me these days.” Voldemort paused, maintaining eye contact for a second more.
He turned suddenly to his followers. “The boy who lived. How lies have fed your legend, Harry. Shall I reveal what really happened that night 13 years ago?”
“Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? Yes, shall I?” Hs muttered to himself, walking away from Harry.
“It was love. You see, when dear, sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son, she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him. It was old magic. Something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter. Things have changed.” Voldemort ended his monologue, rushing up to Harry and raising a hand as if to strike him.
“I can touch you… now.” He brought his pointer finger to touch Harry’s scar.
The screams that filled Y/N’s ears were agonizing. She shrunk into herself, wincing away from the noises. When Voldemort screamed along with Harry, ripping his hand away from his face, the screams stopped.
“Astonishing what a few drops of your blood with do, eh, Harry? Pick up your wand, Potter!” Voldemort released the statues grip on Harry, letting him drop to the ground.
“I said, pick it up! Get up! Get up! You’ve been taught how to duel, I presume, yes? First, we bow to each other. Come on, now, Harry. The niceties must be observed. Dumbledore wouldn’t want you to forget your manners, would he? I said, bow.” He was speaking so quickly, almost going crazy at the thought of fighting Harry once and for all. With a wave of his wand, Harry was forced into a bow.
“That’s better. And now!” Voldemort growled, running towards Harry and throwing him onto the ground. Y/N watched, using her feet to shove her back farther from the scene. When she hit something, she turned around quickly to see Cedric.
“No, no, no, no.” She kept repeating, grabbing his face in her hands. It was as though she finally realized what had happened. She had lost her best friend. Sobs were heard from where she sat on the ground. Her tears dripped down her chin and onto Cedric’s cold face as the dual behind her continued. She winced at every hex that was sent to either of them.
“I’m so sorry, Ced. Please. Please.” She begged him, grasping at his shirt, still sobbing violently.
Y/N never took her eyes off of Cedric, even when Voldemort and Harry cast such strong spells that they collided, created a blinding light from behind her. It was went Harry’s Expelliarmus spell finally hit the tip of Voldemort’s wand when she turned around to see an abonormallt large spark erupt.
It took the form of Cedric, alive and smiling at the two of them. Another old man, presumably a muggle, took place on the other side of them. Two more sparks formed to be a woman and a man. The man was speaking quickly to Harry.
“Harry! When the connection is broken you must get to the portkey! We can linger for a moment to give you some time, but only a moment. Do you understand?” Harry nodded.
“Harry, Y/N,” Cedric spoke from above. Y/N’s tears began to start again at the sound of his voice. “Take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my father.”
“Let go.” The woman’s voice was heard. “Sweetheart, you’re ready. Let go. Let go!” All four spirits rushed forward when the connection was broken.
Harry ran quickly over to Y/N and Cedric.
“Hold onto him! Accio!” Harry pointed his wand at the portkey, grabbing Y/N’s hand as she wrapped her arm around Cedric’s. The portkey took them right back to the arena.
The three of them landed hard on the ground. Cedric’s body was sprawled, and cheering erupted. The lively music started once more, nobody noticing what had happened. Harry was crying now.
“Harry, let go of him. Let go of him!” Y/N sat up, pulling Harry off of Cedric’s body.
He knocked her off, the exhaustion finally hitting her as she collapsed on the ground. Fleur rushed forward, and Y/N had never been so glad to see her.
She screamed loudly, looking around and covering her mouth with her hands in terror.
“Harry!” Dumbledore yelled, rushing from his spot in the stands. Hagrid hesitated to continue clapping when he realized what was happening. The music finally died down with the sounds of a trumpet flailing.
“For God’s same, Dumbledore, what’s happened?” The minister rushed to the ground by Harry and Cedric. Two Beauxbatons girls were helping Y/N up, her head lolling as she finally began to lose consciousness.
“Help! We need help here!” One of the girls called, her accent thick. Draco rushed up so quick, breathing heavy. “I’ll take her.” He spoke to the girls.
Y/N looked up quick at his voice. “Don’t touch me! Don’t let him take me! Get away from me!” She screamed, thrashing away from his hands.
He seemed so hurt and confused, putting his hands up in surrender. Y/N could tell he looked scared, more than she was at the mere sight of him.
Madame Promfrey was quick to rush up to Y/N, Taking her from the girls and putting her on a stretcher. “She’s coming with me alone.” She spoke harshly to every student surrounded it Y/N. Gasps were heard as the stretcher was levitated and everyone could see the damage.
“That’s my boy!” The faint cry of Amos filled Y/N’s ears. She used all her strength to lull her head to the side, watching her best friend’s dad collapse next to his son’s corpse. Her face scrunched up as hot tears escaped her eyes, dripping from the bridge of her nose onto the fabric of the stretcher.
Y/N eventually succumbed to the darkness, not caring who could see how hurt she was. Every student saw the blood soaking her shirt, how dirty she was, and her missing hand. It was an awful sight, and some people had to turn away so they wouldn’t lose their dinner.
Pomfrey was quick to take her to the Hospital Wing, fixing her up and cleaning her off so she could rest comfortably.
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Students would linger in over the next few days, checking up on Y/N to see how she was doing. She was always the same every time; asleep, but alive.
There wasn’t much Pomfrey could do about her hand. Tragic, it really was. Y/N would have never been considered as a follower to Voldemort, much less a loyal servant to him.
Dumbledore helped shield her from the press and the students that were begging to know what had happened in the maze. He made sure Y/N wouldn’t wake up to threats or feel incredibly unsafe somewhere she called home.
Professors were now worried about how to tell the students about the death of the golden boy, and how to not let it slip that Voldemort is back, alive, and rapidly gaining power.
But that was an issue for when Y/N woke up, and the truth about her family would finally be revealed.
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a/n: wow! Sorry about this one! I decided to leave on a cliff hanger, lol my bad. I’m done using the movie as a reference so the last chapter is coming straight from the noggin onto my cellular device. Merry Christmas tho, hope y’all got everything you wanted! Happy holidays and happy Hanukkah, Kwanza, or whatever you celebrate during this time! Love you all so much
How are you all? Here is a little bit of Draco. As always, feedback is appreciated :)
Warnings: implied smut
Draco Malfoy x female reader
MINORS DNI
The kettle whistled loudly and y/n moved to pour the boiling water into the two mugs on the counter. She was in a world of her own when two strong muscular arms wrapped around her waist.
“Morning angel” Draco mumbled as he rested his head into the crook of her neck.
“Morning Dray” her hand moved to stir the drink. Draco’s hands caressed over her thighs and ran up to her stomach, lifting her (his) shirt over her little white panties in the process.
Summary: Your parents have arranged for you to marry a man you don’t love. So you try to forget your past and Draco Malfoy along with it - but he won’t stop fighting for you.
A/N: I had this in my drafts for weeks now but for some reason never posted it. So here you go! The lovely @ladylizzieofdarbyshire was my beta reader for this fic! Thank you again, love xx
Words:3.7k Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader Warnings: angst, arranged marriage (not with Draco though), mentions of cheating, jealousy
The moon was shining down brightly; its silver light reflected by the soft ocean waves. The trees swayed heavily in the wind, creaking with every bow they made. Small fires had been lit all over the small estate, causing the guests to gather around them like moths attracted by lanterns. A string quartet played softly on the terrace and with a little magic, the music could be heard all over the gardens, a gentle background noise to accompany the so important talks about politics and money.
All in all – a lovely night to be outside.
You stood next to the pool with your fiancé, Marcus Flint, greeting the guests that had just arrived. They were here to celebrate his promotion in the Ministry of Magic.
“Only a few more years,” one of them laughed while he shook your fiancés hand firmly, “and then we’ll be looking at our new Minister of Magic.”
You answered with a smile – the same smile that had been frozen in place on your face for the past hour or so. However, it seemed to please him.
Marcus enjoyed those parties – especially when they were honouring him. He loved the spotlight and feasted on their attention. He was a vain man – something you realised too late. Did you enjoy those parties? Not so much. Did he care? Not at all. It was your job to host them and to invite the guests, to look pretty and poised, and smile when they complimented your dress, your home, your life. You were the woman behind his achievements, and you had to act accordingly. At least that’s what your mother would say.
“… and what a beautiful wife you have.”
You looked up, figuring they were talking about you. The man who held out his hand towards you seemed familiar. Maybe you’d seen him before in a newspaper or at a Christmas party – after a while, their faces all blurred together.
Shaking his hand, you didn’t say anything. The same smile everyone had received before him must suffice.
“Sadly, I still have to wait a few months before I get to call her my wife,” your fiancé stepped in to end the uncomfortable silence. He put his hand on your back and you suppressed the urge to flinch.
“Thank you so much for coming,” you finally said, lacking any emotion in your voice.
“Thank you for having us,” the man nodded before he went on to go look for a glass of champagne.
“What’s wrong with you?”, Marcus whispered, tightening the grip on your hips.
You sighed softly. “I’m sorry. Headache.”
His response was cold but not surprising to you: “Then ask the house elves for something or at least act happy for me.”
Just when you opened your mouth to say something else, someone stepped through the living room door onto the terrace. Your heart stopped.
White-blond hair, grey eyes, a black suit that looked more expensive than anything you had ever owned, and a smirk that already weakened the knees of girls back in Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy.
What was he doing here? How dare he come here?
By his side was Astoria Greengrass. The heiress had not changed a bit since the last time you saw her. No, she simply looked stunning in her long black evening gown as she walked gracefully towards the two of you.Yet, you were irritated that he brought her here. After all you knew, they had broken up a few weeks ago.
“Draco, who is this I see on your arm?”
Marcus didn’t notice how your breath got caught in your throat. He didn’t see how your eyes widened and your hand began to tremble. Then again, he didn’t see a lot of things.
Your fiancé pulled Astoria into a hug. “What a lovely surprise, you look beautiful!”
“Well, he can’t live with me and he can’t live without me,” Astoria replied with a teasing smile on her dark red lips.
Your fiancé laughed, obviously smitten by her. “And let me tell you, that’s the secret to a good relationship!”
Draco didn’t acknowledge him. He was fixated on you, his gaze so shamelessly and slowly wandering down your body that you shifted nervously from one foot to another. He made a step forwards, putting his left hand on your waist and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheeks. “Hello, beautiful,” he murmured, his lips brushing over your skin. You swallowed hard and closed your eyes, when you took a deep breath and let his all too familiar cologne wash over you.
What was he doing here?
He backed away and your eyes fluttered open again. “Thank you for having us,” his voice changed but his smirk didn’t. He turned his attention towards your fiancé.
“Thank you for coming,” Marcus replied cheerfully. “It’s been too long, Draco. You have to stop working so much!”
“Well, becoming a healer actually requires me to work. I know that’s a rather foreign concept to you politicians,” Draco joked.
Your fiancé laughed. “That’s why I don’t understand your desire to be one.”
“You have a beautiful home, Y/N,” the melody of Astoria’s sweet voice forced you to turn away from the two men. She smiled at you.
“Thank you.” Although you made an attempt to conceal it, there was no denying that you sounded distraught. Even though you had invited him for the sake of being polite, you never expected him to show up. Not after …
You cleared your throat. “It used to be my parents beach house. They gave it to us as an early present for the wedding.”
Astoria sighed in awe. “Well, it’s stunning. I am thinking about –”
“Does the small shed down by the water still exist?”, Draco interrupted her rudely. He looked directly into your eyes, a hint of mischief sparkling in them.
You nodded.
“I have good memories of it,” he chuckled and leaned towards Astoria, adding with a low voice: “Secret make out spot. Our parents never found us down there.”
“Draco!”, Astoria laughed, and your fiancé couldn’t take his eyes off her. A part of you was and always had been jealous of how effortless she wrapped men around her little finger.
“They probably didn’t want to look,” you rolled your eyes.
Marcus’ eyes shot back and forth between Draco and you, before a light finally went on in his head. “I always forget you used to date back in Hogwarts,” he shook his head.
“Me too!”, Astoria agreed and gently touched his arm. “It was only eight years ago and yet it still feels like a lifetime!”
Oh, how right she was.
“Even longer for me, darling,” Marcus sighed. “Standing next to you three makes me feel old.” He looked back at Draco. “So, Draco, do I have to worry about the two of you or not?”
The question made you snap your head in your fiancés direction, your heart skipping a beat. Too late did you realize, it had been just a joke. Astoria frowned at your sudden reaction.
Draco didn’t even flinch. He had one hand in the pocket of his pants, looking completely unbothered. “Always,” he winked at you. “Always.”
***
Objectively speaking, the party was a full success. Alcohol flowing, music playing, people laughing and slowly getting drunk. A lot of your old friends had shown up, giving you the chance to catch up and reminisce about old memories of Hogwarts, Quidditch games and petty school drama. You had graduated over six years ago but you still missed it from time to time.
Marcus was busy talking to colleagues and journalists, trying to impress them with … well, you weren’t completely sure with what. You had tuned them out; it hadn’t taken long before you had gotten bored with his show. Your eyes wandered about the garden, observing the party, and it happened almost naturally – your gaze landed on Draco and Astoria.
Draco looked breath-taking. It was a sight for the gods, seeing him in this environment. He did it all so effortlessly – flirting with the women, laughing about their husband’s jokes, talking about politics and changes in the Ministry without even working there. Of course, with parents like Narcissa and Lucius, he was born for this. The war didn’t change that. He had needed a while to get back on his feet, but still managed to do so flawlessly. A true Slytherin.
As if he sensed your stare, he looked up in that exact moment and spotted you in the crowd of people. When his eyes landed on you, a shiver ran down your spine.
No, you scolded yourself and quickly averted your eyes. No, this can’t happen. Not again.
***
It only took thirty more minutes before it became too much. The noise, the people, the senseless small talk – you needed a break. Rushing inside, you noticed that it was worse in here. People sitting on the couches, standing in the kitchen. Letting out a frustrated groan that made a house-elf look at you with worry, you headed down the hall and into the small study.
Closing the door behind you, a weight was lifted from your shoulders. You let out a deep breath and raised your hand to your neck. You managed to soften your stiffened muscles but you couldn’t calm down your mind.
Why was he here?
You opened your eyes. The study was only dimly lit by a few candles on your fiancés desk. It was pleasantly cool in here. The dark interior and tall bookshelves, filled with all your favourites, usually comforted you. But not tonight.
Why did he come?
The question didn’t leave your mind. Thoughts ran wild as you tried to come up with a possible explanation. But deep down, you knew there was only one answer – and you hated him for it. If it was true, he was endangering everything.
Knock.
The soft sound on the door startled you. You almost stumbled when you backed away from the door.
Knock knock.
It was him. You didn’t need the gift of foresight to know. “Don’t come in,” you wanted to shout but your voice was nothing more than a desperate whisper.
The door opened.
***
“What are you doing here?” You were scared he didn’t hear you.
He did. The smirk was wiped away from his face when he stepped in and softly closed the door behind him.
“I could ask you the same.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
He raised his eyebrows. “You’re still with him?”
Who did he think he was? You swallowed at his question. “We’re engaged.”
Draco didn’t reply. He looked at you, one hand in the pocket of his pants again. He stood completely still, only a few feet away from you. The smell of his cologne tickled in your nose and you tried your hardest to fight off the memories it brought along. The silence around you grew heavier.
“Why did you come here tonight?”, you asked when it became too much.
“You invited me,” he said matter-of-factly.
“I was being polite.”
For the first time since he stepped inside, the corners of his mouth twitched. Yet, it didn’t turn into a full smile. Draco started walking towards you. You held your breath but he passed you and took a look at the bookshelf behind you. “Considering who usually attends these events, it’s good for my career to make an appearance. Lots of potential business partners are here.”
You scoffed as he let his fingers run over the binding of the books.
“Not the answer you were hoping for?”
“Shut up!” You felt the heat rising to your cheeks and were thankful for the fact that it was so dark in here.
He chuckled, tilting his head to read the title of another book.
“I need you to leave,” you said, almost softly.
“This room or the party?”
“Both,” you took a deep breath, “Just go, Draco.”
Finally, he turned away from the bookshelf. “You’re sure?” His eyes met yours and there it was again – that traitorous shiver that ran down your spine. You hated him for having this effect on you.
Your voice only quivered a little when you spoke. “He’ll lose his temper when he catches you in here. He’s jealous enough already.”
It was Draco’s turn to scoff. “Jealous of me?”
You rolled your eyes in an attempt to hide your nervousness. “Don’t make yourself seem more important than you are. He’s jealous of every man that breathes in my direction.”
“I’d be too if I looked like him,” Draco gave a half shrug and leaned against the desk behind him.
“That’s classy, Malfoy.”
He smirked. Finally,you thought. “He didn’t seem jealous when we talked.”
“Have you forgotten how all of us were raised?”, you asked him. Jealousy meant he was intimated by Draco. And it meant others could notice. Never in his life would Marcus be caught publicly acting anything but polite and friendly. Your mother wouldn’t have picked him if she couldn’t be sure of such basic things. “Besides, he’s a politician.”
Draco nodded. “True.” He let his eyes wander over the desk and stopped at the picture of you and Marcus. It had been taken the day of your engagement. Marcus pulled you into a hug, looking at you fondly. You smiled brightly into the camera. Yet, another close look at your face told everyone the truth. On this day, you were everything but happy.
“You can be happy, he didn’t notice!”
“Notice what?”, Draco asked innocently, pulling away from the picture.
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t play dumb.”
Draco scoffed. “Oh come on, he was way too busy staring at Astoria’s breasts.”
True. However, it hurt your ego being confronted with your fiancé’s infidelity like that. It wasn’t the first time someone had pointed it out. A concerned cousin who whispered it to you after a family event, a loving friend who experienced his advances first-hand and sent him back to you with a mark of her hand on his cheek, your mother who told you to pull yourself together and that there were worse things than an unfaithful husband. You wondered if she spoke from experience. You still agreed with her though. Being forced to marry a man you detested was worse.
Draco’s expression softened when you didn’t reply. His words stayed just as sharp. “You know it’s true. He’s an asshole.”
“Oh, and you aren’t?” You raised a hand to your forehead and tried to massage the stabbing pain away.
“I’m not cheating on my fiancée.”
He wasn’t? The look you sent him spoke volumes.
“I’m not engaged to Astoria.” He bit down on his lip.
There was another pause between the two of you. Draco kept his gaze on you, trying to read your thoughts. There had been a time when he was quite good at it. Where he could tell what you wanted just by the quiver of your lips. That time was long gone.
“What are you doing here?”, your voice was barely a whisper.
“You didn’t reply to my letters.”
The letters. Half a dozen handwritten letters longing for something you couldn’t give him. You read them all more than once. Upstairs, in the attic, between old furniture and boxes, where you stored them. You read them over and over and over until you were able to recite every last word of them.
He started sending them to you after it happened. ‘It’or ‘the night where you almost ruined everything’. It’d be a lie to say you hadn’t replayed it in your mind very day since. You remembered it all: the London Skyline in the background, the honking of the muggle cars down on the street, the smell of mint and wine in the bedroom, his hands on your body, his lips moaning your name … Even now, a shiver ran down your spine.
“For good reason,” you replied and sat down on the armchair behind you. “We’re … this … it was a mistake.”
“You don’t believe that.” He was right. Again.
“It doesn’t matter,” you mumbled weakly. “We’re over.”
With three long steps he crossed the room and kneeled down in front of you. Too close, you thought as he gently took your hands, I can’t think when he’s so close to me. “We don’t have to be,” he whispered.
“Draco …” Just saying his name felt so good, so familiar. You leaned forward. When you tried again, your eyes were closed: “Draco, yes, we have to be.”
“No,” he objected. “Times are changing. You don’t have to marry him.”
You chuckled sadly. “You know my mother, don’t you?”
“I bet my mother could talk to yours.”
“What?” You snorted and opened your eyes, thinking he was joking. He wasn’t. Draco stared at you with a dead serious expression.
“She doesn’t force me to marry,” he explained.
You furrowed your brows. “Only because your father is still in Azkaban.”
“True. But –”
“No,” you interrupted him and shook your head. “No, Draco.” You squeezed his hands and inched closer again. It happened unconsciously; you couldn’t control your body in that moment. Or you didn’t want to. All you knew was that you craved to be closer to him.
“Birdie …”
Tears shot to your eyes at that long forgotten nickname. You tried to blink them away but it was too late. A single tear ran down your cheek. Draco raised his hand and wiped it away with his thumb. He didn’t pull his hand back though. You leaned into his touch.
“Birdie …”, he whispered a second time. You hadn’t noticed how close his face was to yours. Mere inches away. He was focused on you, his grey eyes searching for something. When he tilted his head slightly, you knew what he was searching for. Permission. And you decided to give it to him.
Your heart stopped when your lips collided. The kiss was dark, and longing, and you held onto him so tightly you were scared that your fingernails would leave bruises on the skin of his arms. You gasped as your tongues entwined, your whole body feeling electric. He tasted like your fiancé’s favourite firewhiskey mixed with mint and to you, it was the sweetest combination.
Draco groaned when you bit down on his lip and pulled you from the chair in one swift motion while letting himself drop back. You landed on his lap on the ground, your dress riding up your thighs. A chuckle escaped your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He began kissing down your jawline to your neck while you pressed himself closer against him, hands burying in his hair. A moan dropped from his lips.
That was the moment, you woke up.
Your whole body tensed up, eyes fluttering open. You slipped down from his lap clumsily and scrambled away until you felt the chair behind you. “We have to stop!”
Draco stared at you, out of breath and with red puffy lips. You couldn’t stand to look at him like that and turned your head away.
“You don’t mean that,” Draco insisted. He moved closer to you, trapping you between the chair and himself. “I won’t touch you without permission,” he quickly added and said, much softer: “I just want you to be honest with me. Do you want me to stop or do you think we should stop because of Flint?”
“Draco …”, you blinked away more tears.
“I can get you out of this engagement, Birdie,” Draco said. You believed him which made it hurt even more. “I can get you out of here, away from that douchebag and –”
You shut him up with another kiss. He was taken by surprise but quickly recovered from it and put his hands behind your neck as he moved his lips slowly against yours.
When you pulled back, you finally looked him in the eyes again. “Please, Draco, please go …”
He sighed softly and let his head drop down. “You keep saying my name.”
“To remind me of who you are,” you smiled sadly.
“And who am I?”
“Someone who doesn’t want me.”
When he heard this, his head snapped back up. Confusion and pain equally visible on his pretty face. “How can you still think that?”
“You want what you can’t have,” you explained. You weren’t sure who you wanted to convince here. It didn’t matter – you needed to tell yourself that. How else would you ever get over him? “Once you have me, once I give up everything for you –”
“What will you give up?,” he asked bluntly. “A man who doesn’t love you?”
“Once I give up everything for you, you will leave me.” It hurt. It hurt so much. “You did it before.”
He shook his head. “That’s not true.”
“It is and you know it.”
Draco let out a short and bitter laugh. “I left you in the summer before our sixth year, Birdie.”
“So?”, you still asked as if his statement wasn’t explanation enough. “You should go back to Astoria.”
“I –”
“Go!”, you repeated yourself, louder this time.
Draco closed his mouth. His hands hovered over yours as ife fought with himself to just reach for them. You felt your heart beating heavily in your chest. A part of you didn’t want this – to kick him out, to reject him, to know that he’d forever be the one that got away. But you needed to want this.
“Right,” he sighed, defeated, and when you looked down on the carpet, he finally stood up. He walked away hesitantly, waiting for you to give in and call him back. It took all your remaining strength to resist. The door opened and you heard music and laughter flowing in the room from outside.
“I loved you.”
You flinched when he spoke.
“And I don’t think I ever stopped loving you. Not completely.”
“Please go … Draco.”
The door fell shut and he left you, kneeling on the carpet, tears quietly running down your face.
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