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Obliviate | Part Two | Draco Malfoy x Reader

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Author’s Note : Imagine posting a part two that has been in your drafts for four years... After Part One came out five years ago... Hope it was worth the wait...

Summary : After Draco believes he’s spared you by making you forget him... could Amortenia ruin his plans?

Word Count : 2,109

"You did what?" Hermione whisper yells.

"Don't make me repeat it," Draco pleads. "You're her best friend, I just need you to stay by her side and make sure no one ever brings me up. I can't let her start to question her memories."

"Draco, you two have been together for a long time," she states. "That's a lot of missing memories, don't you think she'll figure out she's forgotten nearly everything since fourth year?"

"That's why you'll be there to make sure-"

"Whoa, are you two having a civil discussion?" Draco hears your voice fill the narrow corridor between compartments. He freezes, knowing not to look at you because he'll just burst into tears again.

He thinks quickly, knowing he needs to go back to how he treated Hermione before you and him started dating. Before you made sure he was never mean to her again. "That's why you'll be there," he makes it sound as though he's mocking her. "To make sure poor little Potter's the one to save the day again," he sneers.

"You're horrible I hope you know that," Hermione plays along.

Draco's throat closes up as he knows he has to utter the word he has not spoken in years. Hermione knows too and discreetly gives him a reassuring look. She knows he doesn't mean it, this time it won't be able to hurt her.

"At least I'm not a horrible mudblood," he scoffs before brushing past her, uttering a short apology only she can hear.

Hermione turns her attention back to you, trying to look as though his words hurt. They would've at the time you remember last, but Hermione being the horrible actress she is barely manages to sure any believable pain.

"He's such a git," you say, trying to cheer her up. "I can't even stand the sight of him."

Hermione swallows hard, she hasn't heard you talk poorly of Draco since third year. It's extremely odd to hear you talk of him like this, especially now that you're older. Last time you spoke so ill about him you were a high-pitched thirteen year-old going through your awkward phase. Now here you are, a young women trashing the boy you loved nearly minutes ago. Hermione doesn't like this situation one bit, she wishes she could go back and stop Draco from erasing himself from your memory. It wasn't until now she longed for her Time-Turner again.

"Let's get back to Harry and Ron," you say to her before moving down the corridor.

Hermione stands there for a minute, wide-eyed. She's still bewildered at how you saw Draco and didn't run up and hug or kiss him. How you stood there after he left and spoke so poorly about him rather than go with him or even stay back to gush over him. She's shocked at how you treated his presence as nothing, as he was nothing. Then she remembers, right now you don't know a time where you haven't felt this way about him. You don't know about the time when you loved him. You won't be able to understand her shock at how you're acting because this is now all you've ever known.

                                                          ~

"I'm telling you, it's just not fair," you huff while walking down the corridor with Hermione. "Why should I lose points for Gryffindor for talking in class and that prat Malfoy gets to do whatever he pleases. Snape's out to get me I tell you."

"Mhm," Hermione mumbles, not wanting to divulge in a conversation about Draco.

You look at her funny, wondering why she's not making a remark about the unfairness either. In fact, you've noticed she's been acting strange for the past few weeks and you don't have the tiniest inkling as to why. "You know, you've been acting rather strange lately." You say.

"What?" She quickly says. "No, I haven't." Except her breathy voice shows she is hiding something, but you know better than to press on the subject.

"Okay, sure," you laugh. Just then you crash into someone causing the books in your hands to slam onto the ground. You quickly kneel down and pick them up before standing to apologize to whoever you just ran into. "I'm so sor-" You stop midsentence when you see who it is. Malfoy. You scoff, "Sorry."

He stands there, looking at you with a shocked expression. His mouth hangs agape and his mind doesn't register the hatred in your voice. This is the first time he's come face to face with you since... And he doesn't know how to react. Having to fight off his nature response to pull you into his arms and place his lips on yours causes him to stand there stiff as a board.

"I'd appreciate it if you stepped out of my way," you remark. "I have a class to get too." You brush past him, intentionally hitting his shoulder.

Hermione lingers back for a moment. "I'm sorry," she quietly says to Draco. "I know this is hard for you," she says before walking off to join you.

The two of you get to your next class, Potions, only to find you are to be working on the same assignment as nearly the past two weeks. Creating Amortenia. You haven't been able to successfully make it yet, but you have a good feeling about it today. You spent all of last night studying how to make it and are feeling more than prepared.

It is halfway through class when your hear someone set down their cauldron at the workplace across and facing yours. You look up to see Malfoy and you scoff while rolling your eyes.

"I haven't even said anything," he... whines? Taken aback that he doesn't say it as a snide remark it takes you a moment to respond.

"You didn't have too," you state.

"Y/N," Hermione says from the workplace next to you. "He's not worth it."

You look back at him and just roll your eyes before adding the last ingredient to your potion. A spiraling steam is emitted and you smell the most pleasant aroma you've ever smelt.

"Oh my gosh, I think I did it!" You say excitedly.

"Great!" Hermione cheers. "What do you smell?" You don't notice but just then Draco looks up at you and begins listening very intently.

"Hmmm, I smell the sea. Yes, the sea just how it smells at home at my house on the shore." You take another whiff. "Fresh bread, the same scent from walking into my family's bakery in the morning." You smell a third scent, but have no idea what it is. "There's something else," you say puzzled. "Something I can't quite put my finger on. The scent is extremely familiar, it's like I've smelt it all the time. It's as if I've just forgotten what it is."

Hermione and Draco exchange worried glances. They both know what that forgotten scent is. It's Draco, and with him standing right across from you it is extremely likely you'll catch a whiff of him and be exceptionally confused as to why you smell him in you Amortentia. Which will leave a lot of explanations needed to be done.

"Um, Professor Slughorn," Draco speaks up catching Slughorn's attention. "I'm not feeling too well," he says, gripping his stomach before casting Hermione a look and she knows he is just trying to leave before you can catch a whiff of him. "May I go to the hospital wing?"

"Yes," Slughorn answers. "Miss Y/L/N why don't you escort Mister Malfoy there as you've completed the assignment," he suggests.

"Oh, no that's not necessary," Draco says.

"Yeah, that's not necessary," you find yourself agreeing with Malfoy for once.

"Someone should make sure he gets there," Slughorn insists. "I mean he looks quite ill, he may not manage. Just look at how pale he is."

"He's always pale!" You retort.

"Just go before it's too late."

"Ugh," you scoff before walking over to Draco, gripping his arm and pulling him from the classroom. "You don't even seem ill, you were fine two seconds ago. You probably just want to get out of class." You mutter under your breath.

"Well, all the blood I'm losing from your nails digging into my arm is going to make me ill," he remarks.

"Whatever," you say while removing your hand from his arm. "Why did you even want to leave class? And don't try to convince me you're actually sick."

"Why do you care so much? You really seem to hate me, wouldn't you want me to leave class."

"I just don't think it's fair that you can do whatever you want and not face the consequences," you huff.

"Really?" He raises an eyebrow. "You're friends with Potter and think I'm the one avoiding the consequences for my actions."

"I guess your right," you mumble under your breath. You deeply inhale, "I guess I do just really hate you."

You two walk in silence and then you smell it, the third scent you couldn't identify in your Amortentia. You look around, what on Earth could you be smelling. The only thing around you that could have that distinct of a scent is Draco. You know for certain it cannot be Draco. That is until you open the door to the hospital wing and he brushes past you and you get a clear whiff of him. Indeed, he is your third scent.

"How is this even possible," you mumble, confused, to yourself. "I despise him."

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Hermione walks into the dorm room after dinner to see your bed's curtains shut tightly. She walks over and quickly pulls them open and sees you scramble around to move the books and papers you have sprawled all over your bed. You hide something under a book and to your luck Hermione doesn't notice.

"Why didn't you come to dinner?" She asks you.

"Just catching up on some reading," you shrug.

Hermione looks onto the page on one of the many books on your bed. She sees your reading up on Amortenia. She looks at another book and sees your looking at memory charms. She takes in a sharp breath, what if you've put it together? What if you know that Draco obliviated you.

"Odd combination," is all she can say.

"I know right," you laugh. "I know it's stupid, but I just don't understand my third scent. Mainly why I've forgotten it. I know it's a long shot but what if a memory charm was used on me? I mean how else could I forget something that is as near to me as home and my family?"

"I don't know, but I doubt it's a memory charm," she tries to play off. "Maybe you just aren't aware you hold this thing dear and it's just your subconscious telling you that you do; and since you don't know it's important you don't recognize the smell." She just makes up anything that could sound remotely correct, but it all just sounds like nonsense.

"You're probably right," you shrug. "I mean who would have the motivation to use a memory charm on me."

"Yeah," Hermione trails off.

                                                         ~

The next day Draco is sitting in a tucked away corner of the library finishing up homework when someone throws a rather full envelope onto his work. He looks up to see you with a very stern look on your face.

"Can I help you?" He tries to sound disgusted but ultimately sounds desperate to talk to you.

You gesture him to look inside the envelope. He does so and pulls out a pile of photos of the two of you, it being obvious you two were a couple. He looks up at you and swallows hard, not knowing what to say. You then toss a tattered leather-back journal onto the desk as well. He knows it must be your old diary, which you wrote in everyday.

"I can explain," he quickly says, knowing very well he can't.

"Next time tell Hermione she needs to find a better hiding spot for my things," you say, expressionless, before snatching up the photos and journal and storming off.

Draco runs a hand through his disheveled hair. He wants to go after you and make everything right. Except he doesn't even know what to say because he doesn't even know what he would want out of it. Does he want you two to be a couple again or does he still want to protect you from Voldemort and the Death Eaters. He wants both, but he can't have both. He knows he has to chose between the two.

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Blind Date | Draco Malfoy X Reader

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Summary: Your best friend sets you up on a blind date and at the sight of who it is you’re very uneasy about going through with it.

Author’s note: this is an extremely short imagine for me lol

Word count: 836

Warning(s): Fluff might suffocate you

Disclaimer: not my gif credit to @bloodydifficult

"Hey, Y/N," your best friend beams while plopping down in a chair next to you at the library.

"Hey," you mumble, still concentrating on the book in front of you. "No, no, no, no," you argue when she starts to take the book from your hands. "We have a huge exam coming up that I need to prepare for," you protest while trying to grab the book from her hands.

"Well, it is Saturday and you deserve a break," you friend gives a smile, and you can tell she's up to something.

"What kind of break?" You question, weary of her ulterior motives.

She starts smiling so hard she looks like she's about to explode, "I set a date up for you." She squeals so high and so quickly you think your ear drums are shot.

"You did what?" You yell which is followed by a collection of people hushing you. "You did what?" You repeat, whisper-yelling.

"I set you up on a date. You've been so stressed out lately, too stressed out to be your normal boy crazed, looking for a date self so I did all the work for you!"

"Absolutely not."

"Come on," she pleads, gripping your arm. "You'll have so much fun, which you desperately need."

You roll your eyes then purse your lips in thought. It would be fun to get out. You haven't gone on a date in ages. It might just be worth it.

"Okay, fine," you roll your eyes.

Your best friend squeals again. "Okay, so get ready and meet me at the Grand Entrance at five."

You and your best friend made your way down to Hogsmeade. You kept prying her for hints about who she set you up with but she wouldn't say a word. It could be anyone, what if you didn't even recognize them or know their name.

"Okay, they'll be inside at the booth we normally sit at," your friend says when you approach your usual restaurant.

Your step inside and take a look at your usual booth. At the sight of the boy sitting there you walk right back out.

"You're joking," you accuse your friend. "Absolutely not, I am not going on a date with him."

"Oh, come on," she pleads. "He's not as horrible as everyone makes him out to be, I promise."

"Nope, not a chance."

"Come on, he's actually really sweet-" you scoff at that. "Plus, you can't deny that he's really attractive."

"Well, yeah but-"

"He's athletic too, just how you like, he's a seeker-"

"A pretty lousy one," you cross your arms.

"But he still tries his best because he's committed to his sport and would probably be just as committed to a relationship."

"That's a little bit of a stretch."

"Come on, he really likes you and knew that you wouldn't go out with him if he asked, so he asked me to set you all up."

"He did," you raise an eyebrow.

"Yes, now you're going," she says then shoves you back through the door.

You reluctantly walk over to the booth and try to suppress any dislike you have towards him. As much as you don't want to go on this date the least you could do is give him a chance.

"Hey, Draco," you say softly while sliding into the other side of the booth.

"Hey, Y/N," he smiles, speaking in a really pepped up voice you aren't accustomed too. The shift in his usual tone has you taken aback. “I’m really glad you decided to stay,” he says. “I saw you walk in and then out,” he says quietly.

“Sorry about that,” your cheeks start to turn pink, now you feel like an awful person. “I just didn’t pin you as the blind date kind of person. Had to make sure it wasn’t a joke,” you lightly laugh, as you feel quite awkward now.

“Well, it was kind of a half blind date,” he shrugged. “I knew it’d be you so it’s just a date for me, I guess. Plus, joking about dates is extremely rude, I would never.”

You nod, noting that he’s a decent enough person not to play with a girl’s heartstrings. “So what made you want to go on a date with me?”

“Ummm,” Draco’s cheeks turn pink and he starts to twiddle his fingers. “Hypothetically would it weird you out to say I’ve had a crush on you for a few years? Because we’ve had a lot of classes together and mutual friends so it isn’t creepy, right?”

“Not weird or creepy,” you say. “Kind of cute actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you smile. “But that was just a hypothetical,” you say matter-of-factually. “What’s your literal reasoning?” You implore leaning forward resting your chin on your hand.

Draco begins to laugh and you join in. It turns out a date with Draco isn’t as dreadful as it seems. It’s actually quite nice. By the time the date is over the two of you are already planning a second.

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Unfinished Business | Draco Malfoy X Older! Reader

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Requested: "Are requests still open?? If are(If you don't want to write this, I completely understand^^) Can you write a Draco X Older! Reader(2 or 3 years), where Draco always flirts with her and she just thinks that he's just a kid joking around but suddenly he gets mad at her because of that, and then filled with cheesy pick-up lines, lots of fluff and blushes"

Author's Note: Soooo one day I just logged onto this account to see what's going on with tumblr and I saw this request and it pulled me right out of my writer's block so thank you to the kind soul who sent this. Also this is SUPER FLUFFLY DON'T HATE ME PLEASE!!!!!! And I kind of had to get creative with how to write this one because I can't write flirting scenes at all lol.

Word count: 3,942 (idk how but that's what word said, please don't hate or scroll past)

Warning(s): None

Disclaimer(s): not my gif credit to owner I wish I knew who it was

You strolled into the prefects carriage feeling ecstatic for the year ahead of you. Your final year at Hogwarts and you've completed almost everything you wanted. You had excellent marks throughout the past six years and were destined to get a great job after leaving Hogwarts. Also, you were chosen to be Head Girl and lived up to your family's success. Everyone in your family had been Head Boy or Head Girl, it would've been extremely embarrassing to be the first to fail. 

That ecstatic feeling ceased in seconds of entering the carriage. A tall dark figure with emerald eyes was staring at you. It had a chiseled jaw and a physique that could cause ungodly thoughts even when masked in a robe. It was not a human. It was a monster. A demon. One that rips hearts out and crushes them into thousands of pieces then leaves the victim's cold body left to rot.

The worst part about this monster... It wore a shiny Head Boy badge.

You managed to compose yourself and suppress the fact that you were one of the cold bodies left rotting away by this demon.

"What are you doing here?" You questioned with a strong voice you didn't know you could possess and an even stronger stance.

"What does it look like sweetheart?" It smirked. "I'm Head Boy."

"How? You weren't even a prefect!"

"My uncle pulled a few strings... Malfoy is very powerful."

"He isn't your uncle."

"Distant," It shrugged.

"Amazing how powerful you purebloods can be with the level of incest that must go on to hold that status. I'm surprised you don't have a tail." You cross your arms.

"Listen," there was a complete shift in It's mood... It was almost... Begging... "I made this happen to prove to you that we should be together. If I'm good enough to be Head Boy and I can do all the duties that come along with that then shouldn't I be good enough for you?"

"You broke my heart," you simply say.

"Don't you believe in second chances?" It had this look in It's eye that almost made you believe It was speaking sincerely. Good thing you knew better and not to play along in the Devil's games.

"You can't fix a broken heart with the hammer that crushed it."

Draco swaggered into the prefects carriage with his usual foreboding smirk. Which fell to the ground along with his heart and stomach when he took a look at the Head Girl. He swallowed hard. It was Y/N. He had only been in love with you since his first day at Hogwarts. Except you had always been in a relationship with-

Oh, no. Draco thought to himself. Now that he was Head Boy there was no hope for him. Now you two would be perfect for each other. In Draco's mind the church bells were already ringing for you two. For he had no knowledge of your nasty breakup at the end of last year.

"Okay, would you all please take a seat," with the sound of your voice Draco perked up.

He sat down and looked at you. He told himself it wasn't weird to stare this time because you had addressed the group. The group he was part of. Which meant it was alright to stare. Right? Or maybe not stare, he corrected himself. Instead just look at. Yeah, that wouldn't be weird this time, he thought. All the times in the past...

"I'm your Head Girl, Y/N," when you spoke Draco noticed the peppy smile you had on was not your normal one. This one seemed forced instead of your usual natural, glowing aura. He didn't feel the usual happiness that radiates off of you. 

Draco was too lost in thought to hear the introduction of the Head Boy. He recognized him but could not recall his name. Maybe they were distant cousins.

"Now for all the new prefects," the Head Boy spoke, clearly with less professionalism that Y/N. "We are gonna go over what duties you've gotta fulfill or whatever."

"Ummm," Y/N spoke with clear annoyance. "I will go over your duties and responsibilities. As I am the one who is actually you know experienced and worthy and you know... cares. Hmph."

The carriage was silent as the tension between Y/N and the Head Boy was strong. There was a sliver of hope in Draco's heart. He thought that all this tension only pointed to one glorious thing. They broke up.

"I'm going to call out the names for our fifth year prefects. When I say your name please raise your hand. If I don't call your name... get out I guess," Y/N laughed so Draco laughed too.

"From Gryffindor Granger... Weasel..."

Draco snorted.

"It's Weasley."

"Sure it is," Draco smirked.

"Shut up ferret boy," Ron retorted.

Y/N gave the two an odd look at the nickname which made Draco's cheeks turn pink. You shook your head and continued down the list until you had called each new prefect. Draco's heart skipped a beat when you called his name. He could hardly pay attention to anything you were saying as you spoke to the group about their duties and what went wrong last year and how it could be improved this year. All he could think about was how beautiful you were and how kind he had seen you be over the past years. He could only think about how he wanted to take you out on a nice date and how he just wanted to kiss you.

"And it's that simple," you clapped your hands snapping him back to reality. "That'll be all, time for you all to start your first duty of patrolling the train."

As Draco exited the carriage he knew this would be his year. He was now a prefect and had the authority he rightfully deserved. He really had his act together. His voice dropped and he was up to five chest hairs. He was basically a man now. And you were single. By October, he thought, you would finally be his.

Snow began to fall on the first December night and Draco solemnly sat in the Slytherin common room. The most he had spoken to you was when you would come up to him and ask him about how his prefect duties were going. Every now and then when he would build up enough courage he would throw a flirty comment in the mix and you would just laugh. Not giggle but laugh. Sometimes you even lightly punched his shoulder as friends would do. He was getting absolutely nowhere.

He looked at the clock and noticed it was time for him to patrol the halls. He had never caught anyone breaking curfew which bummed him out because he would love to hand out a detention. It was quite shocking to him how much of rule abiders every student seemed to be. It was odd. Or maybe they all would sneak out in areas out of his patrol zone. That seemed more accurate.

Draco stopped and looked out a window to see what the moon looked like that night. He always found himself stopping to stare at it during his shift. He had absolutely no idea why. He knew it was just a rock floating around in space, how interesting could it be? Yet, while he thought this he continued to stop and stare at it every night.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of a door shut. He slowly turned his head in the direction of the noise and saw someone leisurely walking down the hall in the opposite direction of where he was.

Finally, he thought. He finally could give someone a detention. He started to speed walk towards them. Due to the fact that they were walking so slow and running would be not only a waste of energy but perspiring would make him much less intimidating.

"Excuse me but are you aware you are out past curfew," Draco spoke in a menacing voice.

The student turned around, hands on her hips, and stepped into the light. Draco gulped at the reveal.

"Why yes I am, Draco," You cocked an eyebrow, frowning as if you were mad at him.

"Oh, um I'm so sorry," he stuttered.

You frowned for another second before laughing, "Oh you should've seen the look on your face it was hysterical."

Draco sighed in relief, "Wow, you really had me thinking you were angry."

"Well, at least now I know you're actually doing your job," you point out and then walk to join him. "Unlike some prefects," you roll your eyes.

"Like who?"

"No time to stand around and gossip on the job, Draco," you purse your lips and Draco feels that same sinking as his gut that he did when you turned around. "We must walk and talk, duh," you laugh and he lets out a nervous laugh. "Wow, it really is too easy to mess with you."

You two began to walk down the hall together and started with you spilling about the drama with other prefects and their horrible work ethic. Which led Draco to telling you all that he's picked up on them in their first four years of school together. Then you two just began to talk about all sorts of things. From your childhoods and what you planned to do after graduation and all the things in between.

"So can you say who your favorite prefect is or is that taboo as Head Girl, like a mother picking her favorite child or something?" Draco asks.

"Well, I would feel obligated to say you just because you're the one asking. And you are the only one who's asked so you're the only one silly enough to care," you move your lips to one corner, finally Draco has caught up on when you're joking around with him or not.

"But it would be me, right?" He jokingly talks in a voice of superiority.

"Whatever, helps you sleep at night," you laugh.

And with the pure adrenaline from how well tonight was going Draco spoke some of the boldest words of his life.

"What would help me sleep at night is a date with you."

On the outside he seemed calm, cool, and collected. He was proud of how much confidence he seemed to be showing. On the inside he may have been screaming like a little girl and close to vomiting but that could not be concluded from his exterior.

Y/N stopped and looked at him. His heart began to race a mile a minute. Yes, he had always made flirty comments to you but you would just brush him off. How on earth could this end well? What made him think this could be a good idea?

"Okay, will do," you smirk and Draco sighed in relief. "Well, it's getting late, I better get going," you said with a breathy laugh before walking off.

Did that really just happen? Draco thought to himself. Did you really say yes to a date with him? Oh tonight couldn't get any better.

 The next morning Draco had Quidditch practice quite early, before classes began. He didn't do too much but was still drained as well as sweaty. When he got back to his room he saw that he still had an hour before he would usually get up for the day. The question was should he sleep for another hour and go to class gross or go bathe? Draco eyed his bed, thinking about how exhausted he was. Then he smelt himself and realized that was not an option.

He took his clothes for class and a towel and dragged his exhausted feet up to the prefects bathroom, a hike away from the Slytherin dorms.

"Why does Slytherin have to be in the dungeons," Draco muttered to himself. "We are so much better than that, I mean seriously put Gryffindor in the dungeons. They aren't that great, I don't know why they get all the attention."

When Draco finally made it to the prefects bathroom he found the door slightly parted. He moved the door open and saw figures within the room so he instinctively began to close the door. However, at the sound of familiar voices and due to his intrusive nature, he left the door ajar to eavesdrop.

He heard your voice, which as always made his heart flutter. The voice of the other person wasn't as familiar to him. He knew he had heard it before but only for a short while. It was irritating him that he couldn't pinpoint who it was. Mainly because it was clearly a guy which meant that you were in there alone with another guy.

Draco felt weird and perverted at the thought but he felt the urge to peak through the crack in the door to see who it was. He did so anyways and what he saw shattered his world. You were in there with your ex. As if that weren't bad enough when Draco stood there, peaking in, stunned by the sight of you sitting at the edge of the pool-like tub with your ex, Draco saw him lean in. When Draco thought you would lean away, you didn't.

Draco immediately bolted back towards his dorm, tears swelling in his eyes.

Draco moped around for the rest of the day. He sluggishly moved about the halls and barely made it to his classes on time. At meals he took food out of the Great Hall and went back to the common room and ate there. During dinner he was the only person in the Slytherin common room and was left with just his thoughts.

He was so confused. He did not think you were that kind of girl. Not one that could be dating two guys at once. You weren't a cheater. At least he didn't think you'd be. Then again how much did he really know about you. From all the admiring he did from afar it seemed he had more of a made of version of you in his mind then what you actually were.

"Hey, Draco." someone said, pulling him from deep thought.

He looked towards the hall leading to the girls dorms and saw you. His lips started to curl up, an instinct when you arrived. Then at the memory of your lips on those of someone who wasn't him, his curled back down into a pout.

"You heading to dinner?" You asked him. Draco looked at you and you couldn't understand why he was so sad. He shook his head no. "You alright?"

You seemed generally concerned but Draco couldn't tell what you meant about anything anymore. He wasn't alright at all. He wanted to confront you about what he saw and how awful you were for being a two-timer, but he couldn't. He didn't have the power. He just nodded and zoned out again. He knew you said more before leaving he just didn't know what.

He patrolled the halls again that night. He mainly just walked about the same three hallways and didn't pay attention to really anyone or anything. Except for one horrid detail of the night.

He turned the corner and the first hall in that door opened. Out came your ex. Of course it wasn't a problem that he was out in the middle of the night since he is Head Boy, and Head Boy and Girl can pretty much do whatever they want it seems, but Draco just didn't like the sight of his face. The two just nodded at each other and Draco continued down the hall and your ex walked past him to get to his dorms. He had basically let the encounter leave his mind by the time he reached the end of the hall but then he heard a door creak open, the same door. He looked back and saw you walk out and his heart sank.

This was horrible. His eyes started welling up with tears and of course you'd be walking towards him because Slytherin dorms were this way, of course they were.

"Draco?" He heard you call out and he stopped in his tracks. "Draco!"

He thought about bolting right then and there but he couldn't figure out which way to go soon enough.

"Hey," you said when you caught up with him. He was turning his head not to look at you. "Are you alright."

"Yep, just fine," he said in a strained voice. "I shouldn't talk on the job two nights in a row," he forced a laugh.

"Hey, talk to me, what's wrong?" You tugged his shoulder, he then turned to face you. When you saw the tears in his eyes you gave him an apologetic look. "What's wrong?" You repeated.

He looked up and let a single tear fall, "You just aren't the kind of girl I thought you were."

You stared at him in confusion, "What do you mean by that?"

"I just didn't think you could be involved with two guys at once," he shrugged. Pain evident in his voice.

"I'm not," you defended.

"Oh, come on I saw you both leave the same room just now."

"Yeah, that's one guy. Where's the other?" He looked straight at you after that. His mouth hung agape and even more tears formed in his eyes but he tried to blink them away. In that moment you realized who the other guy was. "Oh, oh no. You didn't think..." You nervously breathed out.

"I did," he looked at the ground curling his lips in.

"Draco, I'm so sorry. I-I thought you were joking around like you always do. I thought it was a joke. I mean I'm so much older than you. I thought it had to be a joke, it's always a joke-"

"It was never a joke," he yelled which was followed by complete silence. He shook his head and rubbed his chin. "It was never a joke," he spoke in a quiet, broken voice before walking off. Leaving you dumbfounded.

The snow fell and continued to fall throughout the winter months. Then one day in March the white flakes wisped down from the sky one last time that winter. The snow melted away and the tan grass finally saw the sun again. As the grass turned green, the flowers began sprout and trees regained their leaves. Spring had come.

Once spring came the life at Hogwarts shifted. Students moved into hyper study mode as exams were to come up quickly. Those in their seventh year had a growing anxiousness to leave the school as graduation was only weeks away.

And while the world at Hogwarts was going through all these changes one thing remained the same. You and Draco had not spoken since that December night.  

It was the day you had been awaiting for seven years, graduation. After the day's end-of-term feast you and your fellow seventh years would leave Hogwarts one last time the same way you first entered it many years ago, riding the enchanted boats across Black Lake.

At the end of the day, when you made your way to the Great Hall for what would be your last time you had the strange feeling that you hadn't completed all that you wanted. There was one last thing you needed to do at Hogwarts but you didn't know what. You felt a hole that needed to be filled. You did not want to leave Hogwarts with unfinished business.

You sat next to your best friend at the head of the Slytherin table, all seventh years were instructed to do so. You explained to her the feeling you were having, hoping maybe she could see something you couldn't and could help you figure out what you weren't finishing.

"Closure?" She shrugged. "Did you ever get that with," and she jerked her head over to the Ravenclaw table where your ex was.

"I did, and with it I learned I wasted my time both times I was with him," you laugh looking back at how idiotic you must have been to think it was a good idea to be with him.

"Then I don't know what to tell you because that's all I can think of."

Before the feast began Dumbledore stepped up to the podium and started to give another one of his infamous speeches. This one directed at the seventh years. He told them to cherish each moment they had here at Hogwarts and how the lessons they've learned here will be what defines them out in the world, more so the lessons outside of class.

At that point you couldn't focus any longer on his speech. You looked around the Great Hall one last time, just to take it all in. Your eyes fell on one certain person and suddenly you learned what you were leaving unfinished. You looked at them with sorrowful eyes, they were not looking at you but down at their hands, you had no idea had to engage with them after the past months. They looked up at you and the two of you looked into each others eyes for what felt like an eternity. You then knew that you would be leaving this school with unfinished business but that's just the way it had to be.

Everything moved in slow motion for you. After the feast the seventh years exited first and everyone trailed behind to see them off. The walk to the enchanted boats waiting for you all at Black Lake felt like it would never end. How could you leave this school without fulfilling everything you wanted to? But how were you able to fulfill such things now?

As you were about to step into the boat you hear someone calling your name, causing you to halt. You turned around to see Draco running towards you and you could already feel the hole in your heart begin to heal.

"Y/N!" He called out once more and when he reached you, you couldn't help but to pull him into a tight embrace. "I couldn't let you leave without saying goodbye," he spoke as you held each other in your arms.

"I'm so sorry, Draco," a tear rolled down your cheek.

"Hey, no tears," he smiled while lifting his head so he could look at you while still holding you, he wiped your tear away with his thumb.

You couldn't fight it anymore, you had to do this before you left. You grabbed Draco by his cheeks and crashed your lips onto his. He immediately kissed you back and held onto your waist. It was evident you both had be awaiting this for awhile.

"I thought I was going to leave here with unfinished business," you spoke when you two pulled away, leaning forehead to forehead. "I thought with kissing you that would let that feeling go away," you collected your thoughts. "But now I see the issue wasn't that I needed to finish something but that I had to begin something."

Draco just smiled and kissed you again, slowly, letting it all sink in.

"Write me as soon as you're free of this place in two years," you said.

"I will," he smiled.

With that you stepped into the boat and rode off across the Black Lake once more. You looked back at the boy you would reunite with after his final journey across this lake. You waved to him and he waved back. Until next time.

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Meeting the Family | Draco Malfoy X Reader

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Summary: You’re nervous about bringing home your long-term boyfriend for Christmas break. After the long journey home your nerves start to fade.

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Word count: 1,283

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You bounce your knee up and down while sitting in your train compartment, looking out the window tirelessly hoping to calm your nerves. The snow covered hills bring some comfort as they remind you of christmas at home with your family, sitting on the back porch with a cup of hot coco and watching your dogs run around in the back yard. However, they also bring your nerves right back to the front of your brain. This is the first christmas you are bringing your long-term boyfriend, Draco, home from school. The first time your parents will formally meet another wizard and most importantly the first time your parents will meet your boyfriend.

“If you shake that leg anymore it’ll fall off,” Draco laughs while re-entering the compartment. “Love, don’t be nervous,” he speaks softly while placing a hand on your shaking knee.

“I’m trying,” your voice wavers.

“Are you more worried about your parents meeting me or me meeting your parents?” You can see him raise an eyebrow in his reflection on the window.

“I think they’re about equal.”

“Love,” he places a finger under your chin and pulls you to face him. “Don’t worry, I’m going to love your parents and hopefully they’ll love me too,” he laughs.

“Aw, remember when you were a cocky jerk just a few years ago,” you smile. “I wonder why you changed,” you smirk.

“Well, this really beautiful girl rejected me cause I was too self absorbed for her.” You both smile and he kisses you slowly. “I love you,” he whispers as you pull away.

“I love you.”

The train pulls into the station and you feel your nerves spiraling upwards again. Draco grabs your hand, squeezes it tight, and tells you not to worry. You both grab your bags and start to head out of the compartment. The two of you walk off the train, hand in hand, knowing your older brother is picking you up and he can’t get onto the platform you keep on walking. When you get to the outside of the station you see him leaning against the outside of the car, smiling and waving at you.

You smile and run up towards him giving him a big hug. Draco swallows hard, slight fear running through his veins, your brother looks stronger than expected. He brushes off his nerves and walks up to the two of you.

“Hi, I’m Draco, you must be Y/B/N,” he introduces while holding out his hand.

Your brother still looking intimidatingly at Draco let’s down his tough guy facade and brings him into a hug. A shocked Draco takes a moment to respond.

“Welcome to the family bud,” your brother says while placing a hand on Draco’s shoulder, he lets out a slight laugh.

The three of you get into your family’s small pickup truck which is on the verge of breaking down. The doors creaked and the outside was rusted, bringing back your nerves as you remember that your come from a poor farming family and Draco is basically royalty.

Your nerves slowly fade as you sit there with your brother and Draco just talking and laughing about who knows what. It seems natural to be with these two at once. Hopefully this is how it will be with the rest of the family. The further you get from London and the closer you get to home the more excited you become. As you find yourself on the familiar winding road that your house is on you’re filled with joy because soon you’ll be back with your family. By the time you actually arrive at your house you nearly jump out of the car.

On the inside of your house five sets of ears listen intently from the kitchen and at the sound of the truck pulling into the driveway they all run out the front door to greet you. You see the flood that is your family coming out the front door and you run to hug them. Once you’re brought into one huge group hug you remember Draco must be over by the car struggling with some suit cases.

“Oh my gosh,” you exclaim. “Everyone, there’s someone I want you all to meet,” you look up to see Draco walking up the snowy path, suitcases in hand. “Everyone, this is Draco,” you motion towards him.

There’s a chorus of ‘Draco’s and cheers as each member of your family go to hug him. First your mom and dad and of course the triplets, they’re six, two boys and one girl.

“Oh, it’s so nice to finally meet you Draco!” Your mom clasps her hands together. “I bet you two are starving from all this traveling. I’ve just started making dinner, it should be done soon. Oh, come inside.”

“Leave your bags by the stairs,” your dad says when you all walk inside.

“We’ll take them up,” the boys of the triplets chime at the same time. They run to grab your bags and wrestle each other for them before running up the stairs.

“Don’t hurt yourselves,” your mom calls after them.

“They’re just having some fun,” you dad says nonchalantly.

“Y/N Y/N Y/N!” Your little sister cheers while running up to you. “Did you bring me anything from school?”

“Why of course I did,” you say while kneeling down to her level. You pull a small box out of your coat pocket. “Now this is a chocolate frog, they’re really cool but you have to keep a close eye on it.”

Y/S/N rips open the box excitedly and the gasps as the frog leaps into her hand.

“This is so cool!” She says in amazement. “I’m not sure if I can eat it though. That’d feel funny,” she makes a face.

“Well, that’s okay. It’s the card on the inside that matters anyways,” you explain. She pulls out the card and gasps at the sight.

“It’s Dumbledore! You’ve told me all about him,” she smiles. You hear Draco shift on his feet and look up at him to see what’s wrong, he just makes a motion to say it’s nothing and you turn back to your sister. “Waits where’d he go?” She looks at the now blank card, puzzled.

“Well, he can’t stay there all day,” you say.

“Y/N, Draco,” your mom calls from the kitchen. “I made some hot coco to tie you over until dinner.

“Okay,” you call out.

You stand up and motion Draco to follow you. You pour two mugs of coco and the two of you head outside where your two dogs are already playing in the yard. You call out to them and at the sound of your voice they come running towards you and you kneel down to pet both of them. Draco kneels beside you.

“I’ve never really been near dogs,” he says.

“You can pet them you know,” you laugh.

Draco slowly goes to pet them and they both jump into his lap. He falls back and a look of terror washes over his face and you just laugh. Once they start licking his face he calms down and actually holds onto them.

“They’re so soft,” he says, amazed.

“Yeah,” you laugh. “Come on let’s sit on some real chairs,” you say while standing up.

“But I don’t want to let them go,” he pouts.

“You can pick them up you know,” you laugh.

“Oh, yeah,” he stands up and sits in the chair next to yours. “How are you feeling now that we’re here?”

“Better,” You sigh. “I have a good feeling about this,” you smile.

He smiles right back, “Me too.”

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Sneaking Off | Draco Malfoy x Reader

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Summary: You are Ron's best friend and practically his sister. When he notices you often sneaking off with lousy alibies he starts to do some investigating and finds out about your secret relationship with Draco Malfoy.

Word Count: 2,607

Warning(s): allusions to sex

Disclaimer(s): not my gif credits to owner

"Where were you last night?" Ron asks as you two make your way to the Great Hall for breakfast. "You said you were going to help me and Harry with our homework."

"I-uh-I got caught up in the library," you shrug, not wanting to reveal your actual location from last night. You know very well that Ron, who acted as an overprotective brother to you, would go ballistic if he found out you had been in the Slytherin dorms. Especially the dorm of a certain blond boy that Ron is not too keen of.

"You know with all this time you've been spending in the library you'd think you'd have better marks," he nudges.

"And yet you still have to ask for my help on your homework," you raise an eyebrow.

When the two of you enter the Great Hall your eyes wander to the usual spot of your favorite platinum blond over at the Slytherin table. Though, he's not currently sitting there. You just assume he's sleeping in, for it was a late night. You take your seat at Gryffindor table and see a letter already at your seat.

"I didn't even see your owl come in," Hermione says, confused.

"I was one of the first people here and it had already been placed there," Ginny explains. "If anything it was another student that put it there not your owl."

"You've been getting a lot of letters recently," Ron states. "Who are they all from? Are you hiding something?"

"No," you chuckle at his paranoia. "The letters have been from my sister, you know she's a muggle. She just got her first boyfriend and she loves to tell me all about him," you make up on the spot, because none of these recent letters have been from your sister. They've all been from your first boyfriend, but you aren't about to go telling Ron that your dating his arch nemesis.

You wait a moment for Ron to start a conversation with anyone else before opening the letter. You pull out a small piece of parchment with three simple words scribbled on it. Astronomy Tower, now. And on the back P.S. I love you is written.

"I actually have to get going," you stuff the letter into the pocket of your robes.

"You haven't even eaten."

"You just sat down."

"This is the third time this week."

There are multiple protests from your friends but you simply grab a piece of toast and wave goodbye to them. Even as you walk away they are still making protests but you simply ignore them. You move quickly through the castle saying quick hellos to classmates you pass on their way to breakfast. You try to move as quickly as possible to allot as much time as you can to spend with Draco before class... Which you have with Draco. Then again, in class you two can't act as a couple, none of your friends, especially Ron, can find out.

When you make it to the top Astronomy Tower you see, as expected, Draco already waiting for you. He's standing stiffly in a wide stance, his hands resting inside his pockets. He stands before one of the windows, displaying the sky covered in a blanket of clouds. He' staring deeply out towards the horizon, and is even thinking even deeper in his thoughts.

"Don't you think it's a little early and cloudy to be stargazing," you speak up.

His body relaxes and he turns to you. "Weird, I can somehow see brightest one clear as day right now," he smirks and you let out a chuckle.

You both walk towards each other, meeting in the middle of the room. "How long were you planning that out," you raise an eyebrow while wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Maybe a week," he shrugs, placing his hands on your hips.

"You should be glad I don't go around telling the rest of the school how big of a dork you actually are," you grin. "I hope you didn't make me come all this way for another one of your many lame jokes," you laugh.

"No," he turns slightly pink. "I just missed you," he says while placing a soft kiss on your lips.

"What was the whole night not enough for you?" You smirk, cocking an eyebrow.

"Nope," he pops before going back to moving his lips against yours, a little rougher this time.

You tangle your hands in his hair, not worrying about messing up the look he probably spent half an hour creating. He pulls you closer, even though you two are already pressing tightly into each other. As soon as he goes in to deepen the kiss, a bell rings throughout the castle signaling you to start heading to your first class. Not that it makes Draco stop however.

"Draco," you mumble against his lips. "We have to go."

"We can be late," he continues on kissing you.

"Because that's not going to make things obvious," you pull away and he pouts. "Between your messed up hair and our swollen lips every morning I'm surprised no one's caught on, imagine if we both show up late like this."

"Okay," he sighs. "You leave first, we need a gap between us." You give him a quick peck before walking towards the stairs of the tower. "Wait," he calls out and you turn back to face him. "Are my jokes really that lame?"

You giggle before nodding, "Yes."

Classes come to end after what feels like an eternity, seeming to be later than usually. Though, looking at your watch as you move towards the Great Hall for dinner you see it is the normal time. You shrug and assume it's because it's getting harder to avoid Draco during class. Every moment you look over he's looking at you and you try to warn him he's making it obvious, which inevitably makes it even more obvious. When you make it into the Entrance Hall with a swarm of the rest of the students you feel someone place a hand on the small of your back.

"Usual classroom, when I cue you," they whisper in your ear. Then, they quickly brush past you and you watch the Slytherin Prince strut away.

You just smile before continuing on your way to the Gryffindor table. You sit in your usual spot and wait for the rest of the group to show up. Somehow you managed to lose them in the shuffle of the crowd, even though you were coming from the same class. The trio of course enters in together, talking in hushed voices to one another. At this point you know it's better not to ask them what they're up too. After nearly dying in your first two years at Hogwarts you decided to stay away from their schemes.

"There you are," Ron says while sitting next to you, Harry and Hermione sit across from you two. "I was beginning to think we lost you."

You let out a small laugh before turning your attention towards the Slytherin table. Your favorite set of eyes already looking towards you to meet your glance.

"Y/N, are you okay, you've be very quiet lately," Hermione observes.

"What?" You ask snapping back to reality. "No, I haven't," you quickly protest and move to put some food on your plate.

"Yes, you have," Harry chuckles. "And the frequent times of you running off or disappearing, what're you hiding?"

"I'm not hiding anything," you quickly defend.

"Really?" Ron raises an eyebrow. "I find that incredibly hard to believe."

"I've just been working to fulfil my prefect duties," you quickly make up. "Not that you would know," you direct at Ron, even though you're about as lax as him when it comes to being a prefect. "I want to be Head Girl next year," you quickly add to make your story more believable.

"Since when?" Hermione questions.

"Since..." You hesitate. "Since the beginning of this year." Looking back to the Slytherin table you see Draco looking at you. When your eyes meet he nods towards the entrance of the hall. "Which reminds me, I have to go make sure..." You can't think of any duty that would take place right now. "No first years are wandering lost around the castle," you quickly say. "You know sometimes even by now they can't find their way here."

Before anyone can say anything you spring up from your seat and rush to exit the hall. Your pace slows down as soon as you're in the entrance hall. When you make it halfway up the marble stairs you hear distant footsteps leaving the Great Hall. Knowing that they belong to Draco you keep moving, not looking back nor waiting for him to catch up. Even now, when everyone should be at dinner, it's never to safe for you two to act as a couple. You never know who could be wandering around.

"Alohomora," you quietly say as you make it to your usual classroom.

A class hasn't taken place here in ages, making it a perfect meeting spot for you and Draco. You swipe the dust off of an old table before you sit on top of it, waiting for Draco to arrive. You watch the door intently for nearly minute before it cracks open and Draco slides through the small gap. He smirks before walking over to you and slipping between your legs which you wrap around his waist.

"Miss me?" You cock an eyebrow, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"Is that even a question," he says before placing his lips against yours.

Maybe thirty seconds go by before the door swings open. Draco jumps back from you and you slide off the desk onto the ground. You both have guilty looks on your faces as you go to look towards the door. Both of you are expecting a teacher to be standing before you, ready to grant you a week of detention. The person who is standing there is far worse than any teacher. It's Ron, looking at you dumbfounded with his mouth hung agape.

"I can't believe it," he speaks in utter disbelief, which is soon replaced with rage and a glare at Draco. He stomps over to him, fists clenched. "And what the hell do you think you're doing huh?" He yells. "Trying to mess with my best friend?"

"Ron, calm down," you interject.

"Calm down!" He yells at you and you flinch, he's never yelled at you like this before. Never in pure anger, it's always just been in frustration. "How am I supposed to be calm when this git was snogging you!"

"Oh, Weasley you think the most I've done is snog her," Draco smirks and you mentally face palm. Of course he's going to say anything to make the situation worse and anger Ron even more.

Ron turns to him, fiery rage radiating off of him while Draco just stands their with his usual smirk. "What did you say, Malfoy?"

"Oh god," you mutter under your breath, knowing he's just going to try to enrage him even more.

"I said," Draco takes a step forward. "Y/N and I have done a lot more than just snogging, isn't that right?" He asks you, not breaking eye contact with Ron. "Like how we spent all of Christmas Break together. And you know the house gets chilly in the winter. Only way to keep warm is to be close enough to share body heat. And what better way to do that than-"

Before he could go on Ron's fist connects with his cheek. The force of the punch swinging him around. He leans on the table for support while gripping his cheek.

"Draco!" You shout while running over to him.

"Don't worry," he brushes it off. "Weasley couldn't punch a fly hard enough to knock it off course."

"I swear I'll kill you," Ron says moving back towards Draco and you step between the two.

"Ron, calm down," you say sternly. "This is exactly why I didn't tell you because I knew you'd go all psycho," you explain. "But you're just going to have to accept this, because as much as you punch Draco that's not going to stop us from dating."

"Yeah, Weasley, you're fighting a losing battle. Like always," Draco sneers and Ron nearly lunges for him but draws back.

He looks at you, disappointment evident on his face. "I can't believe you'd do this," he shakes his head. "You know how much all of our friends hate him and how he treats us. Have you seen how he treats Hermione? How could you do this?" Tears fill your eyes as he speaks, when he finishes he turns nd walks out the door. Not giving you even a second to respond.

"Babe, I'm sorry," Draco's arms snake around your waist hugging you from behind, "I know I just made it worse," he rests his head on your shoulder. "But either way he shouldn't have talked to you that way. I get it if he punches me, but he shouldn't be cruel to you for this."

"It's fine," you quietly say, but it indeed is not fine.

When you go to breakfast the next morning Ron isn't there. Once Harry starts asking why you look like you've been crying all night you instantly stand up and walk out of the hall. Not wanting to explain the events of last night and why Ron will probably never speak to you again. Though, you are also incredibly surprised he hasn't already told the others about you and Draco. He will soon enough and they'll begin being bitter and ignoring you too.

You start to make your way back to the Gryffindor common room when you hear two familiar voices down a corridor. You creep quietly down the corridor and stop at the corner from which the voices are coming from.

"Sorry, I punched you," you hear none other than Ron Weasley say, very reluctantly might you add.

"It's fine, I will say that Granger's punch probably did more damage than yours," you hear Draco say and they both laugh.

You smile. They're being civil.

"I probably overreacted last night-"

"Probably?"

"Okay, definitely. It's just you know, when I see someone as horrible as you-"

"Watch it."

"What are you going to do punch me? When I see a git like you snogging my best friend, my sister if I'm honest. I don't know I just get worried. I don't want her to get hurt or heartbroken over some guy I've always known is awful."

"Okay, one, I would never hurt Y/N. And two, the side I show you and the others is a completely different side than I show her. I don't particularly like you so of course I'll be horrible to you, but I actually like Y/N so I'm going to be great to her."

There's a pause.

"Do you love her?"

"More than anything."

"Would you do anything for her."

"Anything."

"If you hurt her you know I'll kill you."

"I know, but you don't have to worry about that happening."

There's another pause.

"You really love her?"

"Yes, with everything that I am."

Ron lets out a defeated sigh.

"Then, I guess I'm going to have to accept that my best friend is dating a Malfoy."

"And I have to accept my girlfriend associates with a Weasley."

They both scoff in disgust before walking around the corner to come face-to-face with you. Looks of shock and embarrassment take over them.

"How sweet," you smirk.

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I Have to Do This | Draco Malfoy x Reader

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Requested (anon): Draco x reader. The reader is a muggle Born. When is auntie finds out she tortures the reader right in front of Draco and it’s killing Draco

A/N: Kind of took some artistic license with this request oops

Word Count: 5,015 (aka long af)

Warning(s): torture, mild violence, mentions of death

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You walk nervously up the steps leading to Malfoy Manor, twiddling your shaking hands. Your stomach begins to feel like a bottomless pit and home to loads of butterflies. You stare at the large front doors and debate whether or not you should even go in. Draco, your long-term boyfriend, had invited you to his mother’s birthday ball so you could finally meet his parents.

However, you aren’t particularly keen on meeting his parents. They must be lovely people based on the fact they raised Draco to be such a gentleman (to you at least), but their kindness is likely to be thrown out the window when dealing with you. After all, you are a muggle-born who somehow weaseled her way into becoming a Slytherin, something that had never happened until you arrived at Hogwarts. Besides, you already are aware of the fact that Draco’s parents didn’t like you, unless their opinion has miraculously changed. You remember in first year when Draco befriended you, for some odd reason, and he tried to hide a letter he received from his parents regarding you being sorted into Slytherin. However, you were too quick and grabbed it before he could get rid of it.

Draco,

What a pity, a mudblood being sorted into Slytherin. I’ve never heard of such dreadful events. I’m sure dear Salazar is rolling around in his grave for this one. I am disappointed you didn’t write about this as soon as the ceremony was over, it is nearly halfway through your first term. Do not go near whoever this mudblood is, I will write to the school immediately. This must be a mistake, that blasted hat doesn’t know anything. I will have this girl resorted, I cannot believe this has happened. If they are not resorted, though I will make sure they are, do not worry because as I’ve always told you these mudbloods will get what they deserve. Soon enough, soon enough.

Lucius

You swallow hard at the memory of the stone cold words from the most unfatherly letter you’ve ever read. You were never resorted, though for a long while you wish you had been. Bullied for days on end, crying yourself to sleep, it was not much fun to be attending Hogwarts. Though much of the bullying stopped once Draco befriended you, you still don’t know why he did it. All you know is one day after running out of class crying Draco followed you and comforted you. After that day you became inseparable, and once you had Draco by your side no one bothered to mess with you.

However, you had the spine-tingling thought that all of that would change tonight. You don’t have to be told to know that you will be the only one in the manor tonight who is not a pureblood. You also don’t need to be told that everyone here tonight despises muggle-borns, with the exception of Draco.

You continue to stare at the large doors. Once thoughts start to pour in of what the people inside will do to you after realizing you’re indeed of muggle descent you feel yourself starting to back away. There is no way you can step foot in there if you want to go through the night unscathed. You'll just have to send an owl to Draco tomorrow saying you fell ill at the last minute or something like that.

Just then the large doors open and outsteps non other than Draco Malfoy.

“Y/N!” He smiles, which immediately falls as he takes a closer look at you. “Love, you look paler than me," he raises an eyebrow. "What’s the matter?”

“I-I don’t think I can go in,” the corners of your mouth droop and you give him a pleading look.

“Babe,” he starts, pulling you into a tight hug. “I know your a little nervous-”

“Terrified,” you interject, voice muffled by his chest.

“But you truly have nothing to worry about,” he goes on. He backs only his head away so he can look at you. “Nobody’s going to hurt you or say anything bad,” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I’ll make sure of it and I’ll be here the whole night, right by your side.”

“For sure?”

“For sure,” he smiles down at you, before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. His lips linger on yours after and his pale eyes continue to stare down you. “You look absolutely beautiful,” he grins, his lips still nearly touching yours. The feeling of his hot breath sends shivers up your spine.

He takes a step back holding both your hands in his and looks you up and down. A smirk tugs on his lips as he takes time to relish in your absolute beauty; both love and lust prominent in his eyes. You’re wearing a simple, floor-length emerald gown made of silk, topped with a Queen Anne neckline. It’s simple, elegant, classy, and enough to make Draco go mad.

You blush as a few moments go by of him looking you up and down, knowing he definitely likes what he sees. His eyes meet yours again and he smiles at you before taking your hand and twirling you around, a giggle escapes from your lips.

“Belle of the ball,” he smiles while pulling you back into his chest.

“You know you don’t look to shabby yourself,” you smile while straightening his bowtie.

All of your fears and nerves begin to slip away; being with Draco just makes everything go away. Nothing in the world around you even seems to exist when you’re with him. And when he smiles, a true smile derived from pure happiness, one that can only be seen when you’re around, it’s like nothing else matters in the world. All you could ever want is for him to keep that smile.

He wraps an arm around your waist and gives you a tight squeeze, “You ready.”

You nod and he leads you inside the manor. You feel your mouth slightly part as you take foot in the enormous house; it’s absolutely stunning. Draco leads you down a long corridor before coming to a halt in front of another set of two grand doors.

He mentions something of the event taking place in the drawing room, “We- uh -we have lots of,” he gulps midsentence, “Meetings and gatherings in here,” he mumbles. “Only seemed fitting.”

“Do you parents know I’m-”

“Yes,” he cuts you off, already knowing what you’re going to ask. “I told them a few months ago. They weren’t happy at first but after many, many discussions they’ve learned to tolerate our relationship. My mom seems more for it than my father however." 

Stepping inside you see it is a grand room with a beautiful mantelpiece and sparkling chandelier. The room is crowded with witches and wizards in only the most elegant fashion gold can buy. They all seem to speak in an auspicious manner while drinking what must be the wizard equivalent of champagne.

The two of you barely step foot into the crowd before you see, you assume, Draco’s parents weaving through the crowd to get to you. You take in a sharp breath at the realization the moment you’ve been dreading since first year is seconds from taking place; coming face-to-face with Draco’s family. Draco gives you another tight squeeze, looks to you, and smiles. Your nerves slightly diminish but are still quite prevalent.

"Draco!” The women, presumably his mother, calls out with her arms outstretched towards Draco. He drops his arm from your waist in order to hug her, “So nice of you to finally join us.”

“Of course, happy birthday mom,” he says, kissing her on the cheek before moving back to your side. “Father,” Draco slightly and quickly bows his head in his father’s direction.

“Draco,” he nods, speaking with the same cold, unfatherly voice you always imagined when reading his letters.

“You must be Y/N,” Draco’s mother turns to you, she has a warm, welcoming smile on her face. “I’m Narcissa Malfoy, Draco’s mother, as you’ve probably concluded,” she smiles. “And this is my husband, of course Draco’s father, Lucius Malfoy,” she says gesturing beside her.

“Pleasure to meet the two of you,” you smile.

“The pleasure is ours,” Lucius speaks up, shocking you. Approaching tonight you were most certain that he would not speak a word to you, yet alone a kind word. You even manage to catch the corners of his mouth turn upwards ever so slightly. “Draco speaks of you constantly.”

You look over and smile at the now blushing boy before you. “Is that so?” A smirk plays on your lips and Draco sheepishly nods.

You look back to his parents and see the resemblance in uncanny. From the pale eyes and silver-blond hair to their actual bone structure. You can also see both of Draco’s major facial expressions on either of his parents. His warm smile he always shows towards you matches his mother’s; while his cold, brooding look that he shows towards most people can be seen on his father. However, his signature Malfoy smirk is much like the ones of both his mother and father.

“Draco, do you mind if I whisk Y/N away for a little talk, women to women,” his mother speaks up.

You look over to him and see he’s already looking at you. “Of course,” he says to his mother while keeping eye contact with you. The look in your eyes shows panic which he knows is from the fact that he promised to stay by your side. He moves to kiss your cheek so he can whisper something only audible to you, “Don’t be nervous, I’ll be close by.”

You nod before moving to go off with his mother. She moves through the crowd with you close on her heel, she says quick hellos to the guests she passes. She grabs two glasses of the wizard equivalent of champagne and hands one to you.

“Don’t tell your parents I let you drink,” she smirks.

“This is really a lovely party,” you say before taking a sip of the drink, which only slightly burns in your throat. “And your home is absolutely spectacular,” you say. Holding you breath, you hope all the things you know to say to Muggle hostesses align with what should be said to witch hostesses.

“Why thank you,” she smiles and you let out a subtle breath of relief. “I would also like to thank you for how happy you make my son,” she adds and you feel your cheeks go pink, unsure of what to say. “I can’t believe it took Lucius and I so long to realize what was going on. I mean the skip in his step along with the permanent smile on his face and the constant sending of letters,” she chuckles at her past ignorance. “We should’ve known he’d found himself the right girl.”

You don’t know what to say but from the looks of it there seems to be a bigger point to Narcissa’s speech. You know she didn’t just bring you over here to speak of her son’s new found happiness, you can see the gears turning and that she has a whole other topic to be discussed. You figure it is better not to interrupt her train of thought with the mentioning your new found happiness from Draco.

“The right girl indeed,” she says after taking another sip of her drink. “I assume he’s treating you like the right girl as well.”

“Of course,” you reply. You suddenly see why she’s pulled you aside, to check up on her son’s behavior. “Draco treats me better than anyone else in my life,” you say, speaking nothing but the truth. Draco treats you as if you were royalty, he willingly drops everything in order to complete a task to make you happy. He speaks nothing but positivity of you both to you and to others. He constantly checks with you to make sure you’re living the best life you can have, knowing you deserve it. You can only try to treat him as well as he treats you.

“That’s good, that’s good,” she nods. “I know he has a tendency to lean towards more bullying behaviors, and I’ve told him I don’t mind that as long as he is a gentleman to ladies such as yourself. Is he doing so?”

“Yes, I find that, to me at least, he is the best gentleman girls can only dream of,” you explain. “And I’ve never seen him use his bullying tendencies towards a girl," you leave out the fact that he bullies that Granger girl, but she’s friends with Potter so it may be more backlash.

"That’s what I like to hear,” she nods. 

Just then, a women appears behind her. She has a mass of black, curly hair and many similar facial features. You assume the two must be sisters.

“This must be the girl Draco’s been speaking of nonstop,” the women speaks.

Narcissa tenses up as she notices the arrival of her sister, “This is my sister-”

“Lestrange. Bellatrix Lestrange.” She finishes the thought. "And you are?“ She inquires with a raised eyebrow.

You swallow hard, something about her makes you uneasy. "Y/N Y/L/N.”

A silence fills the space of you three and a menacing smile appears on Bellatrix’s face.

“Y/L/N, hmph? I don’t seem to recall that family,” she speaks, an evil smirk taking over his lips. You automatically feel your stomach reforming into a pit, you know you’ve sold yourself out. Just as you expected their are people in this room who will not tolerate a non-pureblood relationship and she is one of them. "Your family must not have gone to Hogwarts… Or any wizarding school… They’re muggles aren’t they?“ The look on her face is enough to chill you to the core and send shivers up your spine. You don’t respond, the wide-eyed look of terror is enough to tell her the answer.

"Why don’t I take you back to Draco,” Narcissa quickly says to you and before even giving you time to respond she is dragging you by the arm through the maze of people. “Stay away from Bellatrix,” she says to you in a low voice. “Lucius and I both care deeply for our son’s happiness and we see it clearly that you are the source of it. My sister on the other hand will not see that, stay clear of her.”

When you make it back to Draco he meets you with a warm smile and quick kiss. You’re still a little shaken up from your encounter with Bellatrix but do your best to suppress the straight terror she inflicted upon you. Draco will notice and ask what’s wrong if you keep your scared demeanor and the last thing you want is to explain to him the encounter with his aunt. You don’t want to burden him with the thought of her possibly wanting to harm you in any way as Narcissa alluded too.

Hours slowly tick away, you never leave Draco’s side. A few people have tried to pull him away to discuss business matters with him but he refuses to leave your side and the others refuse to speak of such matters in front of you for some odd reason. What business matters could many aging wizards need to discuss with a sixteen year-old boy in complete private?

It’s not until guest start trickling out the doors that someone manages to tear Draco away from you. He looks back to you as he’s being dragged away by an old wizard who begins talking at a rapid speed. He gives you a worried look and you simply shrug, showing you are no longer as paranoid. You’ve made it almost the whole night and only one person had something bad to say to you. What could go wrong in the next minute or so.

Everything. Everything could go wrong in the next minute or so.

When Draco disappears from sight a cold hand firmly grips your upper arm. Before you can even look at the mysterious person you feel the world around you beginning to twist and turn, you feel your body contracting; suddenly you’re in a whole new location. You’ve apparated for the first time, you quickly become nauseous from the quick, unexpected movement. You grip a hand over mouth and clutch another to your stomach, praying you aren’t about to vomit.

“Can the poor, unfit mudblood not handle apparition,” you hear the same venomous tone from before speak up. It’s Bellatrix. “I always knew your kind made awful witches and wizards.”

You look around at you surroundings, concluding you’re still the manor just a different room. Though, how far you maybe in relation to where everyone else is frightens you. The evil smirk plastered on Bellatrix’s face as she circles you like a shark makes you even more nauseous than you already are. What is she going to do? Is there anyone close enough to come save you if needed?

You swallow hard, both in fear and to suppress anything that might be making its return, “What do you want from me?”

She stops in front of you and stares for a second. Seeming dumbstruck at the fact that you couldn’t possibly understand what she has in store for you. “Is it not obvious?” She smirks before taking out her wand and pointing it straight at you. “Crucio!” She bellows and a flash of red strikes you in the chest, knocking you to your knees.

A surge of pain emits throughout you’re entire body, pain like you’ve never felt before. You feel as though your internal organs are on fire, white-hot knives are penetrating every inch of your body, someone is ripping you limb from limb, you wish for it to stop. Bellatrix spends the next few seconds just staring at you with that menacing look of hers. The seconds feel like eternity to you.

You’re screaming in pain, wailing on your knees, begging her to lift the curse off from you. You wish anything to cause it to stop, you even wish for death to swarm over and take all the pain away. Bellatrix slowly steps closer to you, laughing maniacally.

“You want the pain to stop?” She questions as tears begin streaming down your face. You nod, gasping in pain, knowing she won’t lift it. “That’s too bad, I don’t like to end things that give me pleasure,” she lifts your chin with her cold index finger. “And I love seeing your kind suffer.” You let out another scream and she slams a hand over your mouth before slowly raising a finger to her lips. “Shhhh we wouldn’t want anyone to come in and steal my fun,” she smirks. “Not that anyone would save you,” she pretend pouts, by now your gasping for air to fill what feels like, but isn’t, a collapsed lung. “No one in their right mind would save you,” she speaks. “Though, as it seems my dear nephew isn’t in his right mind; for if he was he wouldn’t even look at you, yet alone bring you into this house.” She drops her hand from your mouth, hoping to hear you plead for mercy.

“Please, stop!” You cry out, body shaking. “I can’t take it!”

“You want me to lift the curse?” She inquiries and you nod vigorously, only causing you more pain. “Will you do anything for me to lift the curse?”

“Yes,” you croak out.

“Fine… All you must do for me to lift the curse,” she grabs your shaking face and holds it to look you straight in the eye. “Is to keep your mudblood disgrace of a witch away from my nephew.”

“I don’t think so,” someone says from the doorway, not just anyone, but Draco. He has his wand raised and aimed at Bellatrix. Even with all the pain inflicted upon you manage to sigh in relief at the sight of him. "Let her go,“ he sneers.

Bellatrix snaps her head at him, grinning as though this is going just as she planned. "As you wish,” and with a wave of her wand all the pain vanishes and you let out a gasp.

Draco lowers his wand and sprints to you, quickly kneeling beside you. You fall into his arms just as he go to wrap them around you. You’re still shaking, loud sobs escape your lips. For a moment you’re so glad it’s over… But why is it? Bellatrix doesn’t seem like the kind of witch to back down when a sixteen year-old is pointing a wand at her. What else does she have in store? It must be much worse; the thought sickens you.

“I wouldn’t get too comfy,” she chuckles, proving your thoughts true. This time she points her wand at Draco, “Imperio!”

“No!” You shout but it’s no use, you can already see Draco’s eyes glossing over and any sign in his eyes of himself and his thoughts are gone. "Why are you doing this?“ You shout.

"Because,” she moves over to you. “If my doing isn’t enough to send you away maybe his will be,” her evil smirk never fades.

“It won’t be his doing it will be yours,” you spit.

She presses her wand against your neck, “Watch your tone, mudblood.” You look back over to Draco, sitting there lifeless. “The image of his actions embedded in your mind will be enough for you to leave. And don’t even think of running off.” She continues to press her wand against your neck and you watch her pull out a knife from her pocket.

“What are you going to do?” You gulp nervously.

“It’s not what I’m going to do,” she grins, then places the knife in Draco’s hand. “It’s what he’s going to do.”

A moment of silence which you know is filled with Bellatrix sending orders into Draco’s mind. Looking blankly at you with his still lifeless eyes he grabs your arm.

“Draco don’t,” you grab his wrist of the hand which holds the knife, now pointing towards your arm. He looks at you, still no life in his eyes. “Draco fight it, don’t do what she’s saying,” you desperately plead. “Draco you’re strong enough,” at those words you see a flash of life in his eyes, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared. Then, he begins to press the knife into your arm.

You scream out in pain, though physically it doesn’t seem so bad due to fact you were just under the Cruciatus Curse. Emotionally and mentally, however, is a pain like never before. Even though you know it’s not his doing seeing the boy you love go to cause you any pain hurts worse than any curse to be thrown your way. When you scream out you see Draco flinch, pause, shake his head and continue to drag the knife across your skin. You feel a sense of hope, this shows he is still in there he just needs to be brought up to the surface. You look at your arm and see an M and a U carved into it, dripping with blood. You know what Bellatrix is making him write.

“Draco stop,” you cry. “You can fight the curse, I know it,” you scream out to him, more life filling his eyes with each word. Bellatrix notices this and presses her wand harder into your neck.

“Speak one more word and it will be your last,” she threatens, her cold voice is enough to make you fall to silent sobs.

Draco drops the knife to the floor, hands shaking and a bit of life in his eyes. You look down at the now completed wound and wince. The word mudblood will now be forever scarred on your arm.

“I’m so sorry,” you hear the faintest whisper come from Draco. You look up to him, tears filling your eyes at the sound of his broken voice. His face is pinched, as though trying not to cry, as he stares at the mark he’s left on your arm. Blood is starting to drip onto the white, marble floor.

“Draco,” he looks at you and you see more of the life restored in his eyes drain away, only a small bit is left.

Bellatrix angrily stands up and marches to the other side of the room, straight across from you. Draco follows her and a pit forms in your stomach, you know something bad is about to happen. You can tell Bellatrix sends him another order, for he raises his wand and points it at you. His arm is shaking and he pinches his eyes nearly closed to hold back tears, even so you can she the small amount of himself in his eyes.

“Say the words Draco,” Bellatrix spits. “End her already.”

“Draco don’t do this,” you wail at the realization of what she’s trying to make him do. “You can fight it,” you scream.

“I can’t,” he quietly says, you can barely hear him from where you are. “Don’t you understand?" His voice breaks. "I have to do this.”

Your heart breaks at that. “No, you don’t!” You cry out.

“Yes, I do,” he shakes his head. “I love you but I’m not strong enough.”

“You are strong enough, I know you are, I believe in you,” you shout, voice ringing through the room.

There’s a silence. It’s followed by Draco unpinching his eyes and slowly lowering his wand. “You believe in me,” he whispers, all life restored in his eyes. The two of you let out relieved sighs and he runs over to you. Falling before you he quickly engulfs you in his arms.

“I’m so sorry,” he cries on your shoulder. You both sit there, in each others arms, shaking and sobbing violently, the blood from your arm soaking into his clothes.

“This is ridicules,” Bellatrix snaps while gripping Draco’s shoulder and flinging him to the side. She raises her wand at you, “Avada- ”

“Expelliarmus!” You hear someone yell from the doorway. Bellatrix’s wand is flung from her hands before she can complete the curse. You turn to see, to your surprise, Lucius standing in the doorway being the one to come to your rescue. “There will be no murder on my wife’s birthday,” he speaks in his stone cold voice. He looks to you, bleeding on the floor, and gives an apologetic look. “Draco why don’t you take Y/N to your room to get washed up, while I have a word with your aunt,” his ever emotionless voice managing to show signs of anger.

Draco scrambles over to you, he helps you to your feet and wraps an arm around your waist before helping you walk out of the room. You two stay silent on the long walk to his room. Once inside he takes you into the bathroom, picks you up and has you sit on the counter. He silently pulls out a towel, dampens it, and begins dabbing your still bleeding wound.

“I’m so sorry,” he croaks out, looking up at you.

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. When looking at him you can only see tonight’s events, him dragging a knife across your skin, him preparing to kill you, and him insisting he has to do so. It makes you sick to your stomach and you just want to run away and never look at him again. You swallow hard, this is what she wanted.

He wraps your arm up in bandages and goes back into his room to find some clothes of his to lend to you for the night. He hands you a pair of silk, green pajama pants and button shirt and tells you he’ll send an owl to your parents as to why you won’t be returning tonight. You nod in thanks, still unable to speak to him. When he leaves the room you change and sit quietly on the edge of his bed, looking thoughtfully at your hands.

You don’t look up at him when he renters the room, or when he goes to sit beside you after changing. However, you do flinch when he grasps your hand in his. He lets out a pained sigh.

“Y/N I’m so sorry,” he says. “I didn’t want to do any of that, I was under her control,” he explains. “You understand that, don’t you? You understand that I would never want to hurt you, right? I love you too much to ever hurt you, don’t you know that?”

You look up at his, slightly frowning, pain evident in your eyes. “You were going to kill me,” you quietly say. “I’ll never be able to forgive nor forget that,” you look back at your hands, avoiding looking at him. He looks almost as pained as you. “I guess Bellatrix got what she wanted,” you sigh. “I can’t even look at you without seeing you getting ready to-” you trail off, not wanting to end your obvious thought.

“What happens now then?” his voice breaks.

You look up at him tears filling in your eyes, his doing the same. “Tomorrow morning I go home,” you start, “and we’re over.”

“No,” he shakes his head, grabbing one of your hands in both of his. “You can’t leave me, not now, not now,” tears fall from his eyes. “You said you believe in me,” he chokes out. “You’re the only person that does, and I need you more than ever right now.”

“Draco, I may not know what’s been going on recently but I’ve noticed your different,” you explain. “And none of that made me put our relationship in question but this does.”

“Please,” he whispers.

“I can’t be with you after tonight,” you shake your head. “Every time I look at you I’ll see you preparing to kill me.”

“You can’t leave me,” he cries.

“Don’t you understand,” you spit his own words back at him. “I have to do this.”

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