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Eye of the Hurricane | Draco Malfoy

Requested by @ssweet-dizpositionn: can you write an imaging where the reader is a halfblood that grew up in the muggle word. Then she came to hogwarts and was sorted to slytherin and eventually had something with draco. Then he set up a muggle date (even though he hates muggles) where they went to the amusement park and attended a concert of the reader’s fave artist knowing that the reader is a music freak hehe. +++extra fluff pls hehe

a/n: it’s been so long my friends, but life has kind of gotten in the way. Alsooo, (Y/F/N) stands for “Your Full Name”

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EYE OF THE HURRICANE: The eye is a region of mostly calm weather at the center of strong tropical cyclones.

The big oak doors that led to the infamous Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry opened, revealing its full majestic glory; its four long house tables placed neatly and packed with students in black robes and its floating candles that moved swiftly underneath the enchanted ceiling, which mirrored the starry night sky outdoors.

(Y/N), being an eleven year old and having spent her whole life living in the Muggle World, couldn’t quite believe her eyes. When she received her Hogwarts letter, she couldn’t have been happier; her mother, a gifted witch, had always kept magic out of (Y/N)’s reach so she could learn to appreciate her father’s world. Now, it was finally her turn to experience magic first hand. She couldn’t be happier to be born a witch.

Professor McGonagall called out the names of her fellow companions, inviting them to sit on a wooden stool for the Sorting Hat to sort them in one of the four houses: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Finally, the strict witch called out her name.

“(Y/F/N)” she said.

(Y/N) took a sharp gasp and held her breath as she climbed up the steps and sat at the stool. The Sorting Hat was then placed on top of her head, and began whispering into her ear as the room watched attentively in silence.

“Mmm, I see…” the patched, ragged old hat said “I see –oh, well, well, well…”

“SLYTHERIN!” shouted The Sorting Hat. (Y/N) hopped off from the stool and made her way happily to the clapping table which bore the colors of green and silver proudly. As she took her seat next to a fifth year boy with a chubby nose and bright red cheeks, another person was sorted into the same house as hers.

A tall, blond, smug-looking boy took a seat in front of (Y/N), next to a boy that looked very much like a grumpy gorilla. He suddenly caught (Y/N) staring at him and shot her a smug smile, which she returned.

“I’m Malfoy,” the boy said confidently “Draco Malfoy. And this,” he signaled the boy next to him “is Crabbe.”

He stretched out his hand, and (Y/N) had to repress a giggle at how proper he was being. Nonetheless, she pulled out her own hand and took his with a firm grasp.

“I’m (Y/F/N)”

Ever since that night, Draco and (Y/N) became good friends. It wasn’t until the fourth year that they got closer –and not just in the friendly way. With hormones and puberty sweeping through the air and entering the now teenagers’ bodies through their skin and lungs, the two Slytherins began to see each other as more than friends. It wasn’t until December, with the Yule Ball approaching, that Draco dared to spill out his heart onto (Y/N)’s hands, confessing his most sincere feelings for her. Feelings, that he had never had had for anyone before.

And by art of the heavens, (Y/N) felt the same way about him too.

Now, two years later and with Draco’s birthday knocking on the door, he wanted to do something special for (Y/N). After he met her, it all stopped being about himself, so weeks prior to June, Draco contacted (Y/N)’s mother and asked for help, which ended in a mysterious envelope from a mysterious sender landing on the girl’s lap on a sunny afternoon at the Black Lake.

“(Y/N), from all the forty-six words you just said, I only understood one. And it was my name.”

Draco grunted as he saw that what he had just said didn’t reach (Y/N) at all. The girl was clutching a letter tightly to her chest as tears streamed down her face, letting out several squeals every now and then.

The boy looked around nervously, watching a group of seven years staring at them with judgmental looks plastered on their faces.

“(Y/N)…” he urged “Can you stop crying? People are staring…”

“Draco!” she cried excitedly. The girl then pulled out two rectangular pieces of paper and shoved them into the boy’s face. “Look at this!”

The blond took the papers and brought them closer to his face in order to read them, pretending to not understand a word.

“Who is Wembley Arena?” he said, narrowing his eyes. He then dropped his hand and stared at the girl with wide eyes. “Are you cheating on me?”

“What –no! Draco, no!” she said, taking the tickets from the boy’s hand. “Wembley Arena is not a who, is a where. It’s a venue for concerts!”

“Oh,” he said, relaxing comically. “Wait, so those are tickets?”

“Yes!” (Y/N) exclaimed “for us!”

“Whoa –us? Who in their right mind would perform in a Muggle Arena?!” said Draco, scrunching up his nose at the thought of the Muggle World. He didn’t have to fake his look of disgust though.

“A Muggle band, you silly!” she said.

He held a hand up to (Y/N)’s face and processed her words slowly.

“You, (Y/N), my girlfriend, who knows me, better than anyone, want me to go to the Muggle World?” he said, pretending shock.

“Yes.” the girl said.

“No.”

“What –why?” argued (Y/N), furrowing her eyebrows in a confused manner.

“Come on, love, you know I strongly dislike Muggle stuff.” he said smoothly. Draco and (Y/N) had had many arguments about Draco’s hatred for Muggles that he had learned to say ‘strongly dislike’ instead of hate and ‘Muggle stuff’ instead of Muggles in general.

“I know,” grunted (Y/N). Then, her lips formed into a smile “But you strongly like me.”

“That I do.” said Draco, smiling warmly at her and moving forward to peck her lips lovingly.

“Come with me, please.” muttered (Y/N), still close to Draco’s face.

He sighed.

“Pleeease,” cried the girl “for me?”

She then pulled her best puppy face yet, sticking out her bottom lip and opening her eyes comically.

“Don’t,” grunted Draco, trying to cover the girl’s face with his hand, but failing miserably as she moved so he couldn’t touch it.

He then committed the big mistake of looking into her eyes. A soft smile etched upon his face as he realized he could no longer pretend.

Letting out a big grunt, he sighed.

“Fine. I’ll go.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” squealed (Y/N) as she threw her arms around his neck and planted kisses all over his face.

–

The summer holidays arrived with high expectations from (Y/N) and deep regret from Draco. He, of course, hadn’t dared telling his parents that he was travelling to the Muggle World –what would they say? Instead, he had chosen to lie and say he was spending the first days of summer at a friend’s house, when, in reality, he was sitting on a “Taxi Cab”, as (Y/N) had called it, making their way to a park.

Once they arrived, the Slytherin boy was completely surprised –he was expecting to see a big, boring green land displayed in front of his eyes. Instead, there were all types of machines, colorful lights and booths all around the place.

“Love?” he called, trying to stay away from Muggle’s touch, as the place seemed to be overflown with them. “Didn’t you say we were going to a park?”

“This, Draco, is an amusement park.” she said.

Before Draco could really begin to comprehend what his girlfriend had just said, (Y/N) had pulled her into a line.

“What is this?” he asked, glaring at the Muggles in front of them.

“We’re going on this one.” declared (Y/N), referring to the rollercoaster.

“And why do we have to stand here?”

“Uh, wait for our turn?” (Y/N) said as if it was the most obvious thing on Earth. Next, Draco scoffed and pulled his girlfriend further into the line, ignoring all sorts of protests from the bystanders and managing to reach the very beginning of the line, crossing the boy who was securing the rollercoaster’s seats and picking the very last place available.

“Draco!” gasped the girl, with a mixture of surprise and shock.

The security bars suddenly went down, making Draco jump on his seat and reach for (Y/N).

“What is happening?” he asked, sounding nervous.

The girl let out a loud laugh.

“It’s beginning. Hold my hand.”

(Y/N) stretched her hand out for his boyfriend to hold. He took it in less than a second and held onto it tightly.

The attraction suddenly began moving forward slowly. Draco looked pretty calm –after all, it was like that ride that they had taken on the “Taxi Cab”. Then the worst came.

Just as the machine moved forward and Draco relaxed, a big, high fall stood above them. The boy furrowed his eyebrows, but thought nothing about it –that, until he heard the people at the very front row scream as they descended.

He instinctively tightened his grip on (Y/N)’s hand, wishing with all his heart to Appareate somewhere else as the machine dropped quickly and dramatically. Draco let out a wail of fear as (Y/N) screamed with joy. This continued until the end of the ride, which left the boy looking paler than usual.

“Are you okay?” (Y/N) asked as she watched her boyfriend clutch his chest.

“Never again, (Y/N)” he panted.

Since then, Draco refused to go on any attractions that seemed extreme –even the Ferris wheel. Instead, they just spent the rest of the day playing small arcade games, in which (Y/N) got most of the prizes, and then searched for food until it was time to leave. They took a small Taxi Cab once again and headed to the Wembley Arena, where (Y/N)’s favorite band would be performing in a matter of minutes.

They finally arrived, and even if Draco was disgusted with how much Muggles were crowded in a single place, he couldn’t stop staring at his girl, who was beyond excited, even in the dull light of expectation as the crowd waited for the concert to begin. The only time he had ever seen (Y/N) that happy was when both finally declared their feelings for each other, two years ago with the dopamine flowing through their fourteen year old bodies. Hell, it was even the same face of pure ecstasy and joy; a nervous, yet big smile plastered on her plump lips that he adored so much, big, shinning eyes that became small every time she smiled and that same old nervous tick of pushing her hair behind her ear every two minutes.

–àSuddenly, the lights went off and (Y/N) let out a scream, clutching Draco’s arm firmly as the first chords of a guitar echoed through the arena. Her hand found his in a matter of seconds, and as a surreal light illuminated her face, Draco could only stare at her, completely dumbfounded. It all seemed to be moving in slow motion, almost like the world wanted him to admire every single piece of her.

Then, she looked at him. Her silky hair moving down her shoulders and the luminous lights casting a shadow on one half of her face, and It was in that moment that Draco knew he had picked out the best gift for himself until now.

“I love you.” said Draco. He could only just assume that she had read her lips, for the music was too loud and her face had drawn a beautifully warm smile.

And as a guitar solo began, the distance between them became inexistent as their lips touched, leaving them in a state that resembled the eye of the hurricane as they kissed.

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