Fairytales
Hufflepuff!Reader x Draco
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Summary: Is Umbridge the worst thing you have to face? Is there a silver lining or something much darker lurking underneath?
A/n: Y’all are going to love me, then hate me. I’m serious. You guys love my fluff writing, but for those who have been with me for a while know I’m the goddess of angst writing. But it’s also +15k words so... Also this gets slightly PG-13 but nothing too risque. So, there’s that. Let me know what you think! I love seeing all the messages/comments from you guys!
Draco quickly found you in the halls, your silvery cloak setting you apart from the masses of black. If his aunt Bellatrix was out from Azkaban, so were a lot of other Death Eaters and he had gone about frantic the past few days not knowing if you were alright.
Paranoia wouldn’t leave him alone. Someone had to know what you meant to him. Maybe his father found out. Maybe someone told from the school. Maybe his aunt had seen you that day on winter holiday. There were too many variables.
But you were there smiling beside your friends waving at him. He pulled you into a quick hug and quickly slung his arm around your shoulders, his eyes darting around the halls as if he were expecting a Death Eater to jump out and take you away.
“Draco,” You chided softly. “I can hear you worrying,” There was a soft smile on your lips.
“Ten Death Eaters escaped from Azkaban,” He hissed into your ear and watched the color drain from your face.
You were quiet a moment, then you nodded.
“We knew this was coming,” You sighed softly. “Here it starts”
He huffed, not enjoying that he knew you were right. Up until recently he had been waiting for this moment, this rise to power. But things changed. You changed him. In his paranoia he had looked into your family history and felt comforted that you were a pureblood, but he knew that Abby was a half-blood, and a few of your—his—friends were mudb—muggle born.
Now a war was brewing, and he didn’t know where to stand. He promised he’d keep you safe, and he would. But he also knew that you would stand for what was right, what was fair. It wasn’t fair to condemn muggle borns. They were people too. It had come to a point that he had a respect for a few muggles as well—the author of your books to begin, and then you showed him muggle music and he loved that too (even if he wouldn’t admit that to you).
You remained quiet and thoughtful throughout the first week back. Sometimes he thought he’d see something in your eyes that held doubt or fear, but your smile would return, and you’d lay your head on his shoulder and it would all be a distant memory.
Despite the war lingering in the backs of everyone’s minds, O.W.L.s were still approaching for the both of you. And with Umbridge’s regime tightening by the day it left Draco practically desperate for a quiet moment with you that didn’t involve studying or hiding from an annoying shade of pink. He hated the color.
So, you started to join him for Quidditch practice. As far as he knew D.A. was still going on, which meant you would be alone without Abby for the night, and though both he and Abby suggested you go back, you shook your head and the subject dropped.
He’d watch your figure in the stands—most time nose in a book— as he trained and ran drills. Your proximity comforted him. The small waves and bright smiles you offered were enough to keep him going.
Until you didn’t show one night to his practice and Ernie nearly ran to him afterwards, out of breath.
“You need to come, quickly,” He panted out.
He dropped everything, stripping his quidditch gear and tossing his broom to the wayside and ran after your fellow house prefect, wand in hand, ready for anything and everything.
His heart broke when he found you crying in Prefect’s bathroom alone. You were curled up under a stained-glass window, sobbing into your arms. Ernie slipped from the room and Draco locked the door behind him. Panting, he made his way to you carefully, as not to slip and fall.
“Darling?” He called softly.
Your head raised, tears streaming down your cheeks. You buried your head back into your arms and started to cry harder, curling up tighter.
“What happened?” His voice was gentle as he came to sit beside you.
“She... she said... I was lying about my father...” You sniffled out the words. “That he wasn’t killed by a Death Eater... and I... I just wanted the attention...”
Draco’s heart froze, thinking about the secret that your mother had shared with him. The truth was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t tell you, not now.
“Who?” He demanded, “Who said you were lying?” He spat the words, fury boiling in his stomach.
“Umbridge,” You squeaked. “She made me... I got detention... It hurt so bad...” You uncurled your left hand from where it gripped at your sweater and he could see angry red gashes into your skin: I must not tell lies was written in your handwriting.
“She did this!?” Draco took your hand, becoming more careful when you hissed in pain.
Draco had to forcibly calm himself before he went and did something stupid. Really stupid. Justified. But stupid.
“She... she has this quill... made me do lines and it appeared...” You cried into his arms as he held you close.
You backed away slightly and wrinkled your nose, your tears all but forgotten, “Quidditch?” The word held a soft smile.
He rolled his eyes and stripped his shirt throwing it to the side. Wiping away your tears he stood, turning the faucets for the master roman styled bath and gestured for you to pick a sweet- smelling soap. You reached out turning the green faucet handle and the blue one, making the water a soft turquoise.
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I watched as Draco stripped to his underwear and stepped into the soapy water. I couldn’t stop myself from following the tone of his back and the creamy white skin that stretched tight over lean muscles. He dipped under, the turned back to me.
“Are you coming?” There was an amused smirk on his face.
“We’re going to get in trouble.” I argued weakly.
“From who? The door is locked, and we’re both prefects,” He pointed out. “Scared Y/l/n?”
I scoffed and rolled my eyes, striping as I had in the summer when we swam and entered the silky water and into his arms. The warm water welcomed my skin and the pain on my hand. The winter chill faded from my bones. I loosely hung my arms around Draco’s neck. Butterflies fluttered in my chest. The detention was all but forgotten.
“Have I ever told you you’re beautiful?” His lips were just below my ear, pressing the words softly to my skin. “Because if I haven’t, I’ve been doing it all wrong,”
A warm smile reached my lips. My eyes slipped closed as I curled my fingers in his hair. His hands supported the backs of my legs as they curled around his waist. His lips trailed down my neck, making me shudder involuntarily. I felt his smug smile against my skin.
I bit my lip before three words slipped out that I wouldn’t say but desperately yearned to.
My eyes fluttering open, I nudged him, drawing his lips to mine in a soft, gentle kiss. His hot breath mixed with mine in a familiar comfort. His hand dipped from the water, curling into my hair, leaving warm water drops trailing down my neck and shoulders. A soft sound escaped at the sensation. He hummed in response. The kiss stayed slow and lazy. All of my cells relaxed and reached a tranquil state that I never knew was possible.
I broke the kiss and rested my forehead against his, breathing softly, my eyes closed. Again, I stopped myself from uttering those three words.
I felt him nod as if he knew what I wanted to say and acknowledged it. But maybe it was just my imagination.
He set me on one of the bath outcrops, ascending from the water and grabbing two warm towels that were rolled on a rack next to the bath. I watched him, memorizing every part of him that I could. Towel in hand, I rose from the water and I could feel his eyes doing the same.
“Get changed, and wrap your hand the best you can,” He ordered softly. “Meet me outside your portrait.” His fingertips brushed down my arm, making me shiver again.
In a sweater and fuzzy socks, Draco met me in the halls, a soft smile in his lips. Being careful about my hand Draco led me down the hall toward Snape’s office. I didn’t quite know why though.
Pausing at the door, Draco tried it, but it was locked. He knocked, huffing irritated.
“Professor?” He called; I could hear the frustration in his voice.
My hand reached out and slipped around his waist, a calming effort. The door unlocked and opened, and instead of meeting Snape, green eyes and wild black hair met us.
“Potter,” Draco spat.
“Malfoy,”
“Oh, can we not do this now?” I muttered, rolling my eyes.
Draco gritted his teeth and pushed past Harry, pulling me in with him where he paused, Snape at his desk.
“Mr. Malfoy, Miss Y/l/n, what do I owe the pleasure?” Snape greeted politely, a smile not touching his face.
“She needs Essence of Murtlap. Or if you’ve got any of my vials left...” Draco spoke softly and lowly.
“Murtlap,” I clarified. “I don’t want to take his,”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Draco scoffed, his blue eyes piercing mine. “It’s fine,”
“Murtlap,” Harry muttered softly; I had forgotten that he was there. “Umbridge?”
I turned, my eyes meeting green ones. I felt Draco’s grip on me tighten but I paid him no mind.
“Yes,” I confessed softly, my eyebrows pulling together.
Harry presented his hand where fading still were the scars reading the same words that mine did. I pulled from Draco’s grasp and went to look at Harry’s hand, slowly unravelling the bandage from mine. Other than the differences in our handwriting, it was the same sort of magic that pierced our skin.
Draco touched my shoulder softly, a vial in his hand that I had seen once before. A time when I had to take it because of the boy with the same scars as mine in front of me.
I started to argue with Draco about not using his potion, adamant about not giving away why he needed it in front of Harry, which left me having to give in and take the Healing potion. I watched as my hand stitched itself back together, leaving nothing but pink skin in its wake. Draco pressed a soft kiss to my hand, not caring that Harry was watching us keenly.
“Y/n,” Harry started, but paused when Draco tucked me behind him.
“Yes?” I prompted him to continue, taking a step in front of Draco, giving him a look.
“I’m sorry,” Harry rushed out. “For... what happened at the match, and... everything else,”
“Mr. Potter, please apologize on your own time,” Snape sneered. “We have work to do,”
“It’s okay,” You whispered, looking down and moving into Draco’s arms, “Just remember who the real enemy is.”
I grabbed Draco’s and pulled him out of Snape’s office and into the hall. He was sulking and no doubt wanted to go back in there and give Potter a piece of his mind, but my gentle look stopped whatever he was thinking.
“That goes for you too.” I chided softly. “Remember who the real enemy is,”
With an eye roll, a smile touched his lips and I knew the storm had passed.
“Thank you,” I reached up and pressed my lips softly to his. “You didn’t have to give up your Healing potion for me,”
“No one hurts you,” He narrowed his eyes, pressing another kiss to the back on my healed hand that was back to normal.
Merlin, he was protective, I thought, but stars if it wasn’t the most attractive thing.
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Draco loathed the fact that it wasn’t the last time you came to him with the angry red words on the back of your hand. He thought about writing to his father about the matter then chuckled darkly at the thought: Father, Umbridge is calling Y/n Y/l/n a liar and physically punishing her because Umbridge doesn’t believe that a Death Eater killed Y/n’s father, could you please clarify the situation.
You looked at him, your eyebrows raised asking what had made him laugh in the middle of study hall. He just shook his head and pulled you into his lap, not caring about the stares it got him. You weren’t complaining.
With February moving into Hogwarts, the weather became warmer and rain replaced the snow. Draco watched you squint up at the rain one day like it offended you personally.
“Hard to fly in the rain,” You spoke softly, taking his hand. “Throws my senses off.”
He slipped his hand into yours and pulled you inside the castle, where you seemed more at ease. As it rained, you tended to stay inside more. The weather really seemed to affect you, or perhaps Pinnae and in turn you. Your wardrobe turned into darker muted colors. Draco wasn’t sure if you were doing it purposely or not. Your sweaters were traded for the same t-shirts you had worn over the summer but paired with school sanctioned skirts and pants rather than cutoffs that he found himself missing. Your robes still draped over your shoulders, so he couldn’t complain too much about the lingering chill in the air.
“So, Valentine’s day,” Abby asked pointedly one night at dinner as you all took your seats at the Hufflepuff table.
“What about it?” You asked.
“There’s a Hogsmeade trip,” Pansy finished Abby’s train of thought.
Of course, Draco knew that. He had been trying for days, if not a week, to figure out what to do for you on Valentine’s Day. Most of what he thought of was stupid and muggle, and he didn’t know if he wanted to stoop that low, but he didn’t want to show up empty handed. Then there was the pressing matter of your birthday that was a couple weeks after the fourteenth.
“Well, we were thinking about having a double date,” Abby looked deliberately at him.
Oh, he was so in Abby’s debt for thinking of this. A smile touched his lips at he gave an amused smirk to you.
“Would you care to accompany me?” He murmured softly in your ear, watching you face flush.
“Okay,” You stammered, suddenly very interested in your half-eaten dinner, your lips darting between your lips distractingly.
Later in his room that night as you read him The Phantom of the Opera, he asked how you really felt about the idea of Valentine’s Day. Before he always scoffed and rolled his eyes at it, thinking it was ridiculous, but he knew that you had a bit more of a romantic heart than he did.
“I mean,” You started, putting down the book. “If you wouldn’t buy me, I don’t know, flowers or chocolates or whatever on any other day, why should I make you do it then?”
“Do you want me to buy you flowers on a regular basis?” He raised an eyebrow.
“No,” You laughed. “I mean if you really want to, but...” You shrugged. “I don’t want you to do it because I think you should, or because it’s what society says... but because you want to, if you want to...”
“Well, you’re going to have to give me some sort of idea here sweetheart,” He chuckled, “It’s not like I’ve done this before,” The confession made his heart flutter because it was true: he normally had the answer to everything and knew exactly how to act, but this? He had nothing.
“Oh, come on, Dray,” You rolled your eyes moving to straddle his lap. “You know what I like more than anyone else. Well, maybe not Abby, but it’s a close call,” You giggled pressing a kiss to his nose.
His hands went to your waist and snuck up under your oversized band t-shirt. You scrunched your nose playfully and sat back.
“If you want to buy me flowers and chocolate and ridiculously expensive things, pretty rich boy, then I won’t stop you,”
“Maybe I will,” He drawled, propping up on his arms. “Pretty boy, huh?” He grinned.
You rolled your eyes and pushed his chest playfully so that he fell back laughing. You dissolved into giggles on top of him. His hands slid up the soft skin of your back, the warmth singing under his fingertips. You head laid on his chest, your fingertips tracing random lines on his arm and shoulder.
He had a week until Valentine’s Day, but you were right: if he wasn’t going to get you flowers on a normal day, why would he on a specific day?
So, with some help from Pansy, who was better at Charms than him—only slightly—he sent you notes every day, enchanting them to turn into flowers when they reached your hands. He did it in the classes that you didn’t have together, knowing it would make you blush deeper as the other students watched you. He felt an extra layer of satisfaction when he knew that Harry was also accompanying you in class when he sent you flowers—not that he’d ever admit that.
It was Wednesday when he got a note back—folded in the shape of an owl. When he opened it, it was a drawing of his profile and the flowers that he had sent that day framing his face.
I quite liked the sunflowers today,
He smiled at the note, not particularly paying attention to Snape as he droned on about Bellum Amoris.
The rest of the week passed, and a soft kiss ended his Friday night before the Hogsmeade outing tomorrow with you—their date. He was excited to take you out properly. But it was because he wanted to, just to see you smile and call him ridiculous and watched everyone else get jealous. Because you deserved the world, and he was going to do everything to give it to you.
Pansy burst into his room early Saturday morning, looking unkept and frantic.
“Draco... Y/n is in trouble.” Was all she panted out.
Draco dropped everything and followed her down the stairs, through the common room and down the halls, both running towards the hospital wing.
“What happened!?” He demanded, rounding a corner.
“We’re not sure, but she didn’t wake up this morning, no matter what we tried. Abby just got her down here.” Pansy explained, panting.
“Where is she!?” He snarled, his eyes scanning the rows of white linen beds.
“Draco!” Abby called, drawing his attention. “Please, she needs you,”
He saw you laying on a hospital bed, eyes closed as if you were asleep, but something was off. Madam Pomfrey was dabbing your forehead with a damp cloth. You looked sickly.
“What happened?” Draco demanded, taking your hands and clutching it in his.
Your hands were ice cold. Your eyelashes didn’t flutter open. Your lips didn’t smile.
“She was cursed, and we can’t undo it.” Abby whispered, your other hand in hers.
“What do you mean you can’t undo it!?” He roared. “Fix her!” He glared Madam Pomfrey down. “Get Snape! Get Dumbledore! I don’t care. Just fix her!”
“Mr. Malfoy!” The nurse scolded. “I have kept her alive this long! But I cannot undo what has been done. I fear you are the only one who can.”
“What?” He backtracked. “What do you mean me?”
“The curse,” Abby’s voice was so broken, Pansy was now behind her, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. “It was Bellum Amoris. It doesn’t have an antidote... But... well we think that...”
“What!?” Draco demanded. “Tell me!”
“You need to kiss her. It should break the curse.” Madam Pomfrey finished.
“Are you bloody joking me!? This isn’t some fairy tale! This is her life on the line!”
“I know that!” Abby stood. “And I don’t want to lose her either! Now will you shut up and listen to me! You need to break the curse fast or she is going to die!” Her face was red with anger and Draco had to admit that he was impressed at her defense of you.
“But me?” He whispered. “Why me?” He looked down at your colorless face and the shallow breaths that seemed to lull with each moment.
“True loves kiss,” She stared as if it were obvious. “Bellum Amoris is a love-based poison...”
“But... she doesn’t love me. I’m... me.”
“Oh, the two of you!” Abby groaned. “Of course, she loves you! Why else would I put up with you if she didn’t? She sees who you are Draco. And though I will never truly understand it, she loves you. Don’t you love her too?”
He paused. He wanted to say of course he loved her but... did he know what love was?
“Yes,” was all he could muster. “Please just... give us a minute,”
“She doesn’t have much time,” Abby whispered, taking Pansy’s hand and the two of them left him alone with you.
Draco reached out and stroked your cheek, tears in his eyes. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, his thoughts spiraling. He remembered meeting you, and how sweet it was. It seemed like things were meant to be... but was it true? Did you love him? Did was his love strong enough for this to work?
“Oh, why did you have to go and do this?” He whispered through tears. “It was to spite me wasn’t it? To prove that I could love and be loved?”
You didn’t answer but he desperately wanted you too. He wanted to see your smile again. You were just so good, and he wasn’t worth much with morality. His heart raced, wanting to believe that this would work, but if it didn’t? Nothing would tear him apart more if this was just a fluke.
Could he be your Romeo? Your Wesley? Your Raoul?
“Come back to me,” he murmured and pressed his lips to yours.
Pulling away, nothing happened. His heart plummeted to the depths of Tartarus.
It wasn’t true love then. He wasn’t enough. It was just a mistake. He was unlovable.
He sat at the edge of your bed and hung his head, muffled cries escaping his lips. They were always right. He couldn’t be loved. He was nothing more than a carbon copy of his father. A Slytherin. A villain.
“Draco?”
He froze turning to you, meeting your warm eyes once more.
“Why... why are you crying?” You sounded so concerned.
And he knew, of course you loved him and how had he ever not loved you?
Scooping you up, he pressed his lips to yours forcefully and kissed you like he meant it. He kissed you like everyone doubted him. He kissed you like the way you loved him. He kissed you like the way he loved you.
Your hands were gentle as they curled into his hair and pulled him closer.
“I love you,” he murmured, pulling away. “Merlin, I love you Y/n,”
“I love you too Draco,” you gasped and pulled him into a tight hug. “I’ve loved you for so long,”
He gripped at your, his fingers curling into your shirt as he buried his face in your shoulder inhaling deeply.
He was loved. You loved him.
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“What happened?” I asked meekly. “I... I don’t remember...”
“Someone slipped Bellum Amoris into your drink,” He gritted out, cupping my face, searching for something that I wasn’t aware of, but it seemed to calm him.
“Bellum Amoris? But who would... why would anyone?” My eyebrows furrowed. “What did I do?”
“Nothing,” He assured me quickly, drawing my into his arms. “You didn’t do anything,”
“Wait, the antidote for Bellum Amoris is...” I blinked, looking up at him, a smile growing on my face.
He grumbled and pouted slightly.
“Oh, my stars,” I breathed out. “You... you really do love me,”
“Of course, I love you,” He snapped. “What’s that even supposed to mean?”
“That you’re healing,” I rubbed his shoulder softly. “I never thought that I would be the one...”
“How could you not be the one?” He gave me a gentle look. “Do you think I’d skip Quidditch practice for just anyone?” There was an amused smirk on his face that had me laughing.
“I love you,” I said again, just because I could and pressed my lips to his. “I love you Draco Malfoy,” It was euphoric, finally letting the words fly free. Giggled tumbled from my lips.
“Y/n?” Another voice rose.
“Abby?” My eyes snapped up as Abby and Pansy came back in, the former looked like she had been crying.
“Merlin, Y/n don’t do that to me!” She shouted, pulling me in for a hug. “What were you thinking!?”
“She didn’t do it, babe,” Pansy chided. “Glad to see you’re awake Feathers,” She offered me a smile.
“Only I get to call her that,” Draco snapped.
“Okay,” I drawled. “Let’s all just take a deep breath. I’m fine. No one is to blame. Everything’s okay,” I tried to pacify the air around us.
“You were just poisoned!” Abby retorted, mixing with Draco’s same declaration.
“Okay, yes, but I don’t want to worry about that right now,” I breathed out. “It’s the weekend, I have my best friends with me, I just want to go to Hogsmeade, and have a ridiculously overly done Valentine’s Day,”
“I think we can manage that,” Pansy grinned. “Draco you’re gonna have to let her go,”
“She’s not going anywhere yet,” Madam Pomfrey strode over. “Until I give her clearance,”
Abby and Pansy backed away, Draco just moved over, not letting go of my hand as Pomfrey checked my pulse, reflexes, and asked a few questions as to how I was feeling.
“I love you,” I whispered into Draco’s shoulder as he hugged me one last time before we parted ways to get ready for Hogsmeade and Valentine’s Day.
“Oh, my Merlin he loves you!” Abby squealed as we flitted around our room getting ready. “Like, true love! Y/n!”
“I know,” I grinned and sighed, hugging a pillow.
“You lucky son of a bitch,” She laughed, and I knew she had been spending a lot of time with Pansy as the curse rolled off her tongue almost naturally—a habit Pansy also had. “All those stupid fairytales and you found your own, I should have known,”
“Do you think the dress is too much?” I asked off hand, running my hand over the dark magenta fabric of the simple dress. “Maybe I should just wear jeans,”
“Y/n, he bloody loves you, wear the dress,”
Well that was a good a way as any to shut up my anxiety. And maybe when I threw a cardigan over it and paired it with boots, it wasn’t so dressed up. It was casual. Like I wasn’t trying to hard.
Draco and Pansy met us at the portrait, and we headed down to the small village that sat at the bottom of the valley with our small group of friends. We passed Harry and Cho walking together on the way down. Cho waved at me and I waved back. Draco didn’t shout anything at Harry, so I counted that as a win.
“At least Cedric was better looking,” Blaise muttered. “Don’t know why she’s with Potter,”
I fumbled in step and Draco caught me before I could fall. I had forgotten that Cho and Cedric had been together. I thought I had gotten over Cedric’s death too, well, as much as I could at the current moment. Guess I was wrong.
“Bugger off mate,” Draco snapped. “How stupid can you be?” He draped his arm around me and pulled me away from the group a bit, sitting me on the wall of the bridge. “Are you alright?”
I nodded, not meeting his eyes.
“Just caught me off guard,” I explained. “I’m... I’m okay.” I nodded again, taking his hands. “I have you,”
He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “You look lovely, if I haven’t mentioned,”
“I don’t think you have,” I smiled, knowing what he was doing, and I let him.
Abby and Pansy lingered behind from the rest of the group and we rejoined with them, walking along. Pansy hissed and Abby stiffened upon entering the village.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have come,” Abby muttered, seeing the faces of the escaped Death Eaters staring us down.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that all of the Bellatrix photos were glaring me down, hurling silent accusations. It made me huddle closer to Draco.
“No,” Draco decided. “We deserve a day out.”
His confidence surprised me more than it should have. I had never seen him so... carefree? So bold that he deserved something good? It was like the Draco I saw when we were alone was finally shining through. It made me smile and agree with his words. We did deserve this.
Madam Puddifoot’s tea shop was filled with other couples today, just like us. I caught sight of Harry and Cho again and did my best effort to smile at them. Rodger Davies and Hannah were here too. They waved.
Taking a pair of tables in the corner of the small shop, I shrugged off my cardigan, not needing it in the warm atmosphere.
“I’ve never actually been in here,” I thought aloud. “It’s cute,”
“Bit frilly for my taste,” Abby muttered. “If one of those cherubs throws confetti on me, I’m hexing them,”
“That’s my girl,” Pansy grinned.
Draco was quiet beside me and I knew he was lost in thought. My mind ran through a list of things that he could be thinking about—the Death Eaters, Harry and Cho, Cedric, the frills of the shop, what to order, the fact that not hours ago we professed our love to another.
“Love?” I called softly, pulling him back to the present.
He hummed an acknowledgement, his blue eyes almost silver as they met mine. I nestled closer to his shoulder, resting my head on his shoulder. His arm circled around my waist, his other hand thrumming a beat on the table with his fingers.
“They look a bit awkward, don’t they?” Abby muttered, nodding to Harry and Cho.
“Give him a break,” I chided back. “Poor kid’s been through enough,”
“Just saying,” Abby shrugged.
“If he’s going to take a girl out, at least he should do it right,” Draco chimed in. “Bloke’s got no idea what’s going on,”
“Oh look, now she’s crying,” Pansy snickered.
I huffed and stood.
“Are you going to help me or not?” I snapped at Draco, gesturing to Harry and Cho.
“What do you want me to do?” He shot back. “Harry and I aren’t exactly simpatico at the moment,”
I opened my mouth to say something, but he had a point. Sighing, I kissed him quickly and raced after Cho who was heading out into the rain. I casted a quick shielding charm and ran over to her, calling her name.
“What do you want?” She asked, miserable.
“To know if you’re okay,” I held my wand between us so that the makeshift umbrella was over the both of us.
“No, I’m not,” She sniffed. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Harry is...”
“He’s not the brightest no,” I admitted. “But Cho, he’s a guy. It’s what guys do. They’re all stupid and hopeless,”
“Cedric wasn’t,” She whimpered.
I bit my lip and nodded.
“No, he was great, wasn’t he?” I whispered out, fighting back tears.
“At least you have Draco now,” She wiped away her tears. “It’s nice to see him with you. Makes this whole D.A. thing kinda worth it. That maybe there is hope after all. I wish you’d come back,”
“Thanks Cho,” I placed my hand on her shoulder and rubbed it comfortingly. “And... if you ever wanna talk about Cedric, I’m here,”
“You’re the best of us, Y/n,” Cho hugged me, and I almost dropped the shielding charm.
“Do you want to join us?” I offered.
“No, you go have fun on your double date, I think I’m gonna head back and get some homework done while I can. We have Snape’s essay due Monday and I haven’t started it.” She drew her wand and cast her own shielding charm. “Thanks Y/n,”
“Anytime,” I waved, watching her walk towards the school.
Back in the small shop, I made my way back to Draco. Harry was gone. I sighed and shrugged mentally, letting myself enjoy Draco’s company.
“Always the Hufflepuff,” He teased.
“Better than Slytherin,” I drawled.
Rolling his eyes, he pressed a kiss to my temple.
“You two are something else,” Pansy muttered.
“Yeah,” I sighed contented.
The rest of the day was dampened by the rain so much that we all ran for cover and ended up in the Hufflepuff Common Room curled up on the couches. Draco’s hands played absentmindedly in my hair as I continued to read The Phantom of the Opera. Abby was flipping through my vinyl collection, showing Pansy how the record player worked, a lesson Draco learned not long ago.
I paused from reading when the song shifted to a new one—Abby chose one of my dad’s Bob Segar records. My eyes closed and a smile stretched across my face as I started to sing the words to the familiar song. Setting my book down, I pulled Draco off the couch and Abby followed suit and pulling Pansy into her arms as we began to dance.
I laughed and let Draco spin me around as I sang to the classic rock legend. Draco was laughing at my antics and Abby turned up the volume, the lyrics encompassing every inch of the Common Room. Others were soon drawn to the rock song and there was a makeshift dance floor in the Common room to my dad’s record.
The next song was slower, letting Draco pull me in as we swayed back and forth softly. With my head on his shoulder, I murmured the words to the song. After a while, Draco began to hum to the repetitive melody. I never heard him hum before, let along sing. It was comforting, a soft deep sound that drew me in.
“I love you,” I whispered softly.
“As I love you,” He responded, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
Though the hour was young, my senses began to drag me under, shutting me down. I leaned a bit more against Draco and he took notice, leading me back to a sofa, letting me drape across him under a blanket. His hands went back to playing with my hair and it wasn’t fair that he was so comfortable and warm. My eyes slipped closed, knowing that I was safe.
When they opened again, Draco was still beside me, but we were in a bed—his bed. Thinking nothing of it, I rolled over. He grumbled something and his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back to him, his chest against my back, his legs tangling with mine. His soft breaths on the back of my neck were steady enough to lull me back to sleep.
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Draco woke, and you were sleeping peacefully beside him, a small smile on your face, as it always was when you slept. He pressed a kiss to your neck and your eyes fluttered open, squinting up at him.
“Morning,” He grinned.
“Why are you a morning person?” You grumbled, dismayed, hiding in his arms from the morning light.
“Not all of us are night owls,” He toyed.
“I am an owl,” You mumbled, causing him to laugh.
“That you are, my dear,” He chuckled, pulling you onto his chest, brushing your hair from your face.
You squinted at him again, pouting. He pressed his lips to yours, and your pout was forgotten as you kissed him back sleepily. His hands ran up your back, causing you to shudder.
“Not fair,” You mumbled against his lips. “You know exactly what you’re doing,”
“Maybe I do,” He mused, tracing up your spine, triggering you to shiver again.
“Draco,” You whined, laying your head on his shoulder. “Stop being mean,”
“I’m never mean,” He scoffed, false dismay in his voice.
You didn’t answer and he could see that it was because you were fast asleep again. He continued to rub your back soothingly, pulling the blanket around you both. Draco watched you sleep in the morning light, knowing that he loved you and that you loved him. It made everything else sort of fall away.
“Is she awake?” Pansy’s voice piped up from his doorway.
He shook his head.
“Ugh, that girl can sleep,” Pansy whined.
“I told you,” Abby chimed in pushing through the door. “She’s not a morning person. She never has been,”
“You guys are loud,” Your voice slurred grumpily.
“Well, you should be awake,” Abby countered. “Rise and shine Feathers,”
“Only Draco can call me that,” You pouted into his shoulder and he chuckled.
You were absolutely precious in the morning. He wondered how many mornings he’d have with you and if he could have them all. You yawned and he decided that he was going to fight for them all.
The week passed with gentle ‘I love you’s and nights in the Hufflepuff common room listening to records and reading books. To be fair, you two did study as well, getting ready for your O.W.L.s but there was something sacred in the quiet nights that belonged to the four of you.
“Whatever you’re planning,” You and Draco walked up to the table in the Great Hall where your friends group went very quiet all of a sudden. “Don’t. I don’t want anything for my birthday.” Your eyes narrowed on Abby.
“We were just talking strategy for the Quidditch game,” She lied with a smile.
“Sure,” You rolled your eyes and looked up at him. “I mean it. Don’t let them plan anything. No party, no cake, no nothing,”
He chuckled and sat beside you, giving Abby a knowing look. There was no way they were going to let your birthday slide. However, they were better at keeping it a secret. All he had to do was keep you busy until after the Hufflepuff Gryffindor Quidditch match the Saturday before your birthday. Which means he had you the entire day.
You pouted when he showed up in your common room that morning.
“What’s that for?” He teased, reaching down to kiss you.
“I know what you’re planning,” Your eyes narrowed and for a moment he thought you did, but your pout returned, and he knew you were clueless.
“All I’m doing today is spending time with you. Just like every other weekend. And maybe we’ll even do some homework,” He grinned. “No birthday stuff. No party.”
“Good,” You huffed sitting next to him on the sofa.
The morning passed, and he did actually end up getting some homework done and you practiced your Transfiguration spells. You were getting quite good when you focused, not that he was helping with that.
“Oh, actually,” He looked into his bag after you both returned from lunch, grinning when he saw the anger on your face. “Will you calm down, seriously,” He chuckled. “These are from Pansy for your album, she just got them developed.” He handed you the envelope with the photos in it.
Was it a birthday present? Totally. Was he going to tell you that? Nope. You were precious when you were upset and suspicious. Grumbling, you disappeared to your room and returned with the photo album you had gotten for Christmas and took the time to transfer the photos and dates from the back onto the unused pages.
Christmas December 24th
New Years, Jan 1st
DADA Training, Malfoy Manor, Jan 3rd
First day back, Jan 13th
Draco and Y/n dancing, Feb 14th
Valentine’s Day, Feb 14th
The last photo was taken at the tea shop and held four smiling faces as one of the cherubs did throw confetti on you all. It was one of Draco’s favorites of the four of you.
“They’re planning something, aren’t they?” Your voice was soft as you placed the last picture in the album. “I know it is my birthday, but... celebrating,” You shrugged and sighed, leaning against him. “It just doesn’t feel right with everything looming,”
“I think that’s why they want to, love,” He rubbed your shoulder softly. “We all don’t know how long we have left to be kids,”
“I wish it would all just go away,” You confessed, thumbing you locket open, the Narnian lullaby playing softly as your eyes focused on the small dancing circle of mythical creatures. “Wish we could just run away to Narnia,”
Draco gathered you into his lap and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He wanted to run away too. Away from family feuds and wars and Dark Lords and Death Eaters. Back to a time when the biggest thing he had to worry about was who won the next World Cup.
“Let’s get out of here,” He decided. “It’s not raining, why don’t you let Pinnae out? For your non-birthday-day.”
Your smile returned and he headed out to the tree by the lake, broom in hand, waiting for you to fly down. Sure enough, you came swooping down, slicing through the air. He mounted his broom and joined you, feeling the brisk breeze of the end of February on his skin. Draco jerked when you cut dangerously close to him, banking in front of him, chirping a laugh.
“You did that on purpose,” He sulked, chasing after you.
You noticed and drove straight down towards the lake. It was almost too easy, and you were much bigger than a Snitch. Just as he reached out, inches from the water, you plunged in and he was forced to swerve up, hovering above the water.
Pinnae shot up from the water, showering him in little droplets soaring into the sky. He laughed and chased after you once more. Your game continued, he’d pursue you and you’d do something to escape his grasp. Until with wings outstretched you landed on his broom, morphing back.
“You’re such a cheater,” He steadied the broom, balancing it.
“I think you’re just mad because you lost,” You grinned cheekily pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’ve never actually flown on a broom before.”
“Really?” He was shocked; it was one of his favorite things to do.
“Well, I mean in first year, but that was it.” You shrugged, your eyes looking at the world that seemed so small below you.
Draco shifted you so that you were sitting more securely before he began to coast down towards the lake water then back up, enjoying the ride with you in front of him. He eventually landed on the riverbank, letting you down, watching you stretch. A smile fell on his face.
You laughed and rolled your eyes, noticing his stare. He continued to marvel at you.
And he might have forgotten the time, or what he was walking into then he entered the Hufflepuff common room with you and a cheer went up at your arrival.
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I froze, staring at all of my friends, classmates, and housemates. It seemed like everyone was there, from every house. There were banners printed in Hufflepuff colors as well as ones that had “Happy Birthday Y/n” plastered across them with enchanted letters and moving images.
“We won!” Abby exclaimed running up to me. “And happy birthday,” She grinned.
“I told you not to—” I started but she cut me off.
“You said no nothing, so...” A mischievous look was on her face.
“It’s an expression,” I uttered in despair, turning to Draco.
He was smiling at me, raising an eyebrow, and no matter how much I might have hated that he kept this from me all day, and maybe all week, his words from earlier laid on my heart: “We don’t know how long we have left...”
“Thank you,” I turned to Abby, hugging her. “I guess I can’t really complain, can I?”
“I mean you can...” Abby drawled.
“But you won’t,” Draco came up behind me and held my waist. “Because we know you,”
The party, a mix of birthday and Hufflepuff victory went on for what seemed like hours. Draco and I fell into a sort of familiar pattern, the one we had started what seemed like forever ago at the Ball: mingle, say hello, and take breaks when I became overwhelmed. It seemed like all of D.A. was there including Harry, Ron, and Hermione. It was a tense conversation between the five of us, and even more so when Pansy and Abby joined. Hermione tried to alleviate the tension and it worked to an extent. Harry was pleasant, wishing me a happy birthday. Ron mumbled about the same before breaking off to join his twin brothers, who I thought were having a good round of “never have I ever” with fire whiskey. I avoided that section of the room at all costs.
Draco and I ended up in a corner near the fireplace. I swayed slightly to the music whose bass beat seemed to thrum through me. Draco’s hands were still on my waist and had become a lot more affectionate now that he seemed comfortable with the company around us. It was hard to keep a blush off of my face with the things that he whispered lowly into my ear. Or that his hands became a bit bolder when they held me.
As curfew neared, the crowd thinned until it was our normal group of friends. Pansy was draped across Abby’s lap, nursing a glass of fire whiskey. Ernie was looking very cozy with Taylor, his hand toying with her tight brown ringlet curls. I was in Draco’s lap, in a similar fashion to Abby and Pansy. Draco’s hands had slipped up past the hem of my skirt, but I didn’t really care because we were under a blanket. I couldn’t lie, he looked inviting: his tie loose around his neck, the few top buttons of his shirt undone, his hair disheveled and out of place.
“Happy birthday,” He murmured into my neck, leaving soft kisses. “I love you,”
“I love you too,” I smiled up at him.
His lips pressed to mine, and I could taste the sweetness of cake on his tongue. My hands knotted into his hair, pulling him closer. His fingers pressed into my skin, drawing me flush against him, moving me so that I was straddling his waist. Excitement and desire fluttered in my chest. Using my advantage, I kissed him hard, pressing him back into the couch, grinning when he fought back for dominance. A low sound emitted from his chest, warning me to give in. I hummed back, as if to scoff.
“Get a room,” I heard someone behind us.
Draco pulled back and grinned mischievously. I don’t know how it happened, but soon we were in his room and he had me pressed against the door, kissing me again. His hands slipped into my shirt, running up my sides. The warm feeling started to spread from my chest to the rest of my body as I became putty in his hands.
“Draco,” I breathed against his lips.
“Trust me,” He replied, his hands moving to stroke my face gently. “I’ve got you,”
I nodded, looking up at him through my eyelashes. He took my hand and led me to his bed, setting me there before closing and locking up the rest of the room. Our own little safe haven. A new sort of anxiety rose in my chest.
His lips were soon on mine again as he pushed me back into the bed, crawling over me. His mouth wasn’t gentle; there was a brand-new edge of conflict and desperation in the way his lips moved. He didn't stop kissing me. I was the one who had to break away, gasping for air. Even then his lips didn’t leave my skin, they just moved to my throat and down my neck. The thrill of victory was a strange high; it made me feel powerful. Brave.
My fingers found his shirt in the dark and undid the rest of the pesky buttons. He took only a moment to strip the shirt before his hands were on me again. I pulled his mouth back to mine, and he seemed just as eager as I was. Little whimpers left my mouth to his deeper growls.
“Can I?” He panted onto my lips, his hands lingering at the top button of my shirt.
“Can you?” I grinned against him, feeling him return the gesture and he unbuttoned my shirt, desire and anxiety creating a beautiful creature inside of me.
With my head resting on his pillows, hands gripping at the smooth skin of his back, his lips and tongue explored the canvas he had uncovered. His name was a whisper and plea at my lips. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was a live wire.
“Draco,” I moaned softly, drawing him back up, his blue eyes meeting mine.
My name came softly through his lips, with so much affection, I thought that my heart would burst. “Are you okay?” He murmured, soft concern on his face as he brushed a hair from my face.
I nodded, my heart warming that he was so nervous. His mask had gone, and I could see him, the real him. The kindness, gentleness and selflessness that he hid rolled off him like waves.
“Do you want this? Do you want to keep going?” He asked softly.
I wanted to say yes just as much as I wanted to say no. Stars, I wanted him, and I wanted to chase this feeling, but I knew I wasn’t ready for it. I knew that he wasn’t ready for it. It would be easy to say yes, but just as important to say no. I wanted to say yes. I wanted to say no. I didn’t want to answer. I didn’t want to lose this; him, being here and close, no walls, just us.
I heard him chuckle, as he kissed my jaw and neck while I thought.
“Hmm?” I asked, really not trusting my voice.
“We’ll wait,” He whispered softly against my skin. “I promised I’d do this right,” The smile that I fell in love with came back to his lips. “And if you can’t give me a yes undoubtedly, then we won’t,”
I nodded and reached up, brushing his hair out of his face. It had grown longer over the few months, almost shaggy and unkept. A small streak of rebellion.
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Draco’s heart felt like it was going to burst. You were panting and so innocent underneath him that it made him want to claim you so that no one else would dare to think that they could have you.
But he would wait for that. He would wait for you. He would wait for himself.
Regrettably he left you in bed to take a quick—cold—shower and gave you the space to collect yourself. You were in one of his old t-shirts tucked under the covers when he came back. Your fingers were toying with your locket, your eyes closed peacefully.
Draco slipped into bed beside you. As if you were a magnet attracted to him, you shifted and curled up beside him, your head on his chest. Your fingers traced abstract patterns on his chest and Merlin, he loved you. The two of you spent most of the night talking about nothing and everything: childhoods, favorite foods and sweets, spells, future dreams...
The morning of your actual birthday, there was hardly an attention on you at all. Every student seemed to have their hands of a copy of the Quibbler and whispering about Potter again. Your eyebrows furrowed as you read the pages of the outrageous magazine and went quiet.
“It’s nothing we didn’t know,” You sighed softly, showing him the interview from Harry. “Your father is mentioned... so are Vincent’s and Gregory’s. This could get bad,”
He skimmed the article, seeing that you were right. Harry had named his father as well as some others as Death Eaters. He tossed it to the next student, wrapping an arm around you.
“Are you okay?” He asked, knowing that hearing about his father and the Dark Lord would throw you off balance.
“I think so,” You nudged a few strawberries around your plate. “Are you?”
He nodded, feeling the stares of the students on him once more. Like they were waiting for something to happen. Then he had a sinking feeling: they were waiting for you to react to the news about his father.
“Heads up,” Abby nodded to the monstrosity in pink clicking down the walkway of the Great Hall towards Potter. “That doesn’t look good,”
Pansy cursed as Umbridge turned towards where you all were sitting. The copy of the Quibbler that he was reading not moments ago was long down the table, so he didn’t worry too much.
“Miss Y/l/n,” Umbridge snapped with a false sweetness.
Draco clenched his fists, his hand going to his wand in his robes.
“Good morning,” There was your mask of politeness.
“I was not aware that being a prefect placed you above the rules,” She tutted. “All students are to sit with their House Tables at all meals.”
“This is the Hufflepuff table,” Pansy shot back. “And no one follows that rule, it’s ancient and wrong,”
“Watch your tongue Miss Parkinson,” Umbridge’s eyes still didn’t leave yours.
“Oi,” Draco called. This time Umbridge’s eyes did flicker to his. “Pansy and I are both prefects, I don’t see what qualm you have with Miss Y/l/n here when she has done nothing wrong,”
Umbridge tilted her head, her smile becoming more forced.
“I expect more from you Mr. Malfoy. It is one thing for you to show such disrespect, but another thing to fraternize with a delinquent like Miss Y/l/n,” She talked about you like you weren’t sitting beside him, tucked under his arm.
“My apologies,” You stood, “Abby,” You looked at your friend who stood with you and the two of you rushed from the Great Hall.
Draco started to chase after you, but Pansy held him back.
“Think about it Malfoy,” She hissed. “Umbridge can write to your father.”
The thought made his blood run cold. His eyes trailed your retreating form as you turned towards in the direction of the hospital wing. Then he turned to glare at Umbridge. Never had he hated someone more. His eyes met curious green eyes from across the way.
To no one’s surprise, the Quibbler was banned before the first class could get out. Not that Draco particularly cared, he had watched students all day charm and transfigure the magazine to hide it from Umbridge’s tyrannical rule. It almost made him smile that Umbridge was being defied by every student in the school.
As soon as his class got out, he went to find you. He doubted that you went to Herbology this morning, but Abby told him you had gone and stayed behind because you were in love with a bowtruckle. Draco sighed and laughed, thinking of how much you amused him. He found you, with a Ravenclaw student, a small bowtruckle crawling up your arm. You were giggling at it, rotating your arm to keep the small thing from falling. All of your worries and hurt from this morning was absent.
“I told her you’d worry,” The Ravenclaw spoke up in a dreamy voice to him. “She didn’t seem to notice with the bowtruckle. She named him Steve.”
You looked up from Steve(?) a sheepish smile on your face.
“Look!” You glowed, beckoning the bowtruckle into your palm and holding it out to him. “Professor Sprout just got them in, aren’t they precious?”
He wondered if Sprout really just got them or if the professor had been saving them for a day like this for you. Setting his bag down, he took the stool next to you, offering his hand to one of the small leafy creatures. One hoisted itself onto his hand. He much preferred these to mandrakes or anything else he had encountered in herbology.
“Very good at lockpicking,” The Ravenclaw nodded, about six bowtruckles on her shoulders. “Social creatures.”
“Luna, we’re not using them to lock pick,” You rolled your eyes.
“Oh, I know. There’s a spell for that. I’m just glad they’re not Nifflers, they’ll steal anything shiny.”
Draco finally placed why there was something familiar about this Ravenclaw student: it was Loony—Luna Lovegood.
“I don’t think he likes me much. He’s the one who started my other name you know.” Luna didn’t look up from Steve in your hand.
“He doesn’t like anyone much,” You smiled up at him. “Only a few.”
“I suppose you like him though. Seeing you became an Animagus and all for him,”
Draco froze and he felt you tense next to him. Both of you gazes were transfixed on Luna, who was nonchalantly picking up another bowtruckle.
“How did you know that?” You demanded. “How... who told you?”
“No one told me, but the signs were there. Silent for a month, you don’t really mind cold weather, and you have the mark. I’m surprised the bowtruckles like you, normally owls prey on them,”
“What mark?”
“All Animagi have them. You can’t see it though without having been kissed by a gnome you know the name of.”
He watched your face go through different stages of disbelief. At the moment all he was worried about was your safety.
“You can’t tell anyone,” He hissed. “It would put her life in danger.”
“No one believes what I say,” Luna’s large blue eyes met his. “I suppose I have you to thank for that,” It wasn’t a threat, but it guilted him. “And perhaps Granger to an extent.”
“Luna, this is serious, no one can ever know.” You pressed, setting Steve on the workbench. “Not Harry, not Neville, no one.”
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I was too preoccupied with Luna knowing my secret that I didn’t realize that Steve had crawled up my arm and to my shoulder until Draco’s hand carefully caught the bowtruckle and placed him back on the work bench.
“I won’t tell anyone if it means that much,” She smiled at me sweetly.
“Thank you,” I breathed out.
“Your father is a Death Eater.” Luna’s large eyes looked to Draco. “It must be difficult,”
“I... um... yeah,” He stammered, thrown off balance by the kindness that Luna offered.
“We should get going,” I whispered.
Waving to Luna and saying goodbye to Steve, we headed back towards the castle. Now that Umbridge was animate about keeping all of the students at the proper house tables under the watchful eye of herself and Mr. Filch, Draco and I only sat together in one class: Potions.
Being away from him gave me a strange sort of feeling. I had gotten used to him being by my side. Knowing that I would be alone left me more anxious than I had been in months. I was forced to keep a vial or two of Anxiety or Thoughts potion in my bag just to make it through a day. Draco always seemed to have them on his person as well, slipping me them between classes or at night when I’d spend countless hours in his dorm room: studying, talking, kissing, lamenting.
It was the beginning of April when things seemed to go from bad to worse. Draco, Pansy, and I were heading back from the library on a night that D.A. was occurring. A large group of students—that I recognized immediately as D.A.— were rushing down the hall and scattering. Abby grabbed my hand and pulled me away from Draco causing me to run with her or face falling.
As I rounded the corner, I saw Draco and Harry sprawled on the floor in what seemed like a collision in the fervor. Both boy’s eyes were locked on mine, a streak of pink standing over them as I disappeared around the hall and ducked into the Owlery.
“What the hell?” I panted at Abby.
“We were outed. Merlin, Y/n are you okay?” She panted.
“Are you?” I asked, checking her over. “I’m going back out there,”
“You can’t! Umbridge will expel you!” Abby protested.
“She can’t expel and owl,” I grinned and hugged her quickly, morphing into Pinnae.
“Be careful!” She called as I soared into the night and towards the tower that held Dumbledore’s office.
Perched on a window, I saw the entire scene unfold. Not that I particularly cared—I was just looking for Draco, to make sure that he was okay. About to fly away, I paused upon hearing Draco’s name.
“He was heading back to Gryffindor Tower,” said Umbridge. There was an indecent excitement in her voice, the same callous pleasure I had heard many times before. “The Malfoy boy cornered him.”
“Did he, did he?” said the Minister of Magic appreciatively. “I must remember to tell Lucius. Well, Potter . . . I expect you know why you are here?”
That was good wasn’t it? Not that Draco had meant to crash into Harry allowing Umbridge to grab him, but... maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. I hoped that Umbridge didn’t catch sight of me in the hall. I flew from the window and to an opened window where a blond-haired boy paced the floor. I morphed mid-flight into his room, landing on two feet with a soft thud.
“Merlin, Y/n!” Draco exclaimed drawing me into his arms. “Look I didn’t mean to get Harry caught, I didn’t! He ran into me, and stars,” He was frantic in his explanation.
“Draco, Dray, calm down,” I soothed brushing his hair from his face. “Everything’s okay.”
I sat him down on the bed and explained everything that had happened in Dumbledore’s office. He listened quietly, nodding and slowly calming down, his eyes not leaving my hands that were encased in his.
“I should get back,” I whispered. “Abby’s probably freaking out...”
He nodded. My heart fell because I knew I had to leave him when it seemed I needed him the most. I pressed a soft kiss to his lips and took off into the night. Abby was freaking out when I got back, but in a happy manor.
“I summoned a Patronus!” She told me excitedly. “It was the coolest thing! It was a badger! Like our house!”
I tried to share her excitement, but I couldn’t. I was too emotionally drained to. She caught my energy level quickly and simmered down. I told her about what happened in Dumbledore’s office, and she cursed Marietta. I changed into pajamas and drew the curtains to my bed. I spent the night staring at my locket’s magical scene, the lullaby lulling me to sleep.
The next day, Umbridge was appointed Headmistress of Hogwarts and it took everything in me not to leave on the spot. I met Draco’s eyes from across the dining hall and his grim expression matched mine.
Then came the Inquisitorial Squad.
“What in Merlin’s name possessed you to join her squad!?” I paced the floor of the Hufflepuff common room where the four of us were at a standoff. “Are you serious!?” I snapped at Draco.
“Y/n, please, I had to.” Draco stood, stopping me in my tracks. “She’s reporting to my father. If I didn’t join...”
That sapped all of the fight from me.
“Okay but that doesn’t explain you!” Abby spat at Pansy. “What were you thinking!?”
“You act like I didn’t join to keep you safe too!” Pansy shot back, almost snarling. “If Draco and me are on her squad, she thinks she’s won! And we get to see everything she plans firsthand!”
I sighed and rubbed my face. Pansy was right, and so was Draco. No matter how much I loathed the idea, it was smart. My hand reflexively went to the back of my hand where the memory of pain from detention with her lingered. Pansy and Abby were still bickering, but I didn’t pay them any mind. Draco hesitantly reached out for me.
I took his hand and exhaled softly.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered softly. “It was smart. I’m sorry I yelled.”
He nodded and drew me in.
“I hate it too, but with her here, it’s like my father has eyes and ears here. Sometimes I wonder if he already knows.”
“Do... Do you think we should...?” I hated even considering the idea. It made my stomach churn and heart fall to the depths of hell.
“No,” He answered immediately. “I’m not giving you up. The safest place for you to be for both of us is with me. I’ll go senseless with worry and you’ll get anxious and it will just fall apart.”
I nodded and looped my arms around his neck.
“I love you,” I offered weakly.
“As I love you,” He brushed away the escaped tears on my cheeks.
It was hard to stay bleak though, as the Easter holiday was this weekend and cut into next week. I returned home, and though I didn’t see Draco over the short holiday, we wrote to another daily. The small break offered some solace from Umbridge’s dictatorial administration. A break from Hogwarts in general.
The day I returned, I had to go and see Professor Sprout about future plans and career choices under the watchful eye of the horror in pink.
“Have you considered Muggle Relations?” Sprout offered. “Work for the Ministry?” Umbridge tutted.
It took a lot of willpower not to snark about the way the Ministry had gone down the drain, but Sprout caught my sentiment and switched tactics.
“How about a Healer?” She suggested.
“Too much anxiety,” I gave. “I did consider it though, but I’d never make it,”
“Quite right,” Umbridge muttered under her breath.
I pursed my lips, glaring at her. Sprout scoffed with discussed then faced me again.
“Well, my dear, you excel in a great number of things, it may be time for you to find which one impassions you the most and pursue that,” Professor Sprout smiled. “I have no doubt that you will succeed in whatever you try.”
I left with a bunch of different pamphlets of different jobs that I could pursue, and they were shoved into the bottom of my bag as I went to find Draco.
“I think I want to become and Auror,” He said thoughtfully as we studied for our Charms exam.
“An Auror?” I looked to him, a smile on my face. “I could see it,”
“Really? Snape didn’t seem too pleased when I mentioned it in passing. I’ve got the grades for it... and after everything... maybe I could do some good in the world,” He fiddled with his quill, staring down at his notes.
“You’d be a great Auror,” I encouraged, taking his hand.
Another beacon of hope that the next few weeks offered was Fred and George Weasley, who a week after setting off a hoard of fireworks in the Great Hall, hexed an entire floor as a swamp and rode to victory on their broomsticks right out of Hogwarts. We all cheered them on then scattered before Umbridge or Filch could throw a detention our way.
Things seemed to simmer down through the rest of May and the four of us found a new sort of normalcy. It wasn’t what we wanted it to be, but it was better than fighting with each other or getting caught by Umbridge so... it would have to do.
Draco’s birthday was in the middle of review week, so Abby, Pansy and I couldn’t plan much, but Pansy did manage to sneak a bottle of fire whiskey, Abby found a way to get into the kitchen so that she and I could spend a few hours baking. With the cupcakes cooled and frosted we headed to the Slytherin common room.
“Happy Birthday,” I grinned.
“Oh, come on, we have to study,” Draco pouted, defeated.
“You have time for one cupcake,” I wrapped my arms around him from behind, leaning my head on his shoulder. “I made them myself.” Abby cleared her throat. “Okay, we made them, but come on Dray, you deserve a little fun,”
He gave in and set down his quill. I cheered victoriously as a makeshift party formed. It was nothing like the rave that occurred in late February, but I didn’t think Draco wanted anything but the four of us together. Well, four plus Ernie, Hannah, Vincent, and Gregory. Pansy had shoved a handful of frosting in Abby’s face, who retaliated and now they were both licking frosting off the other shamelessly. I looked back to my own cupcake and licked the frosting timidly. Draco laughed beside me at the shenanigans that occurred around him, victim to the whiskey and need to unwind.
And for a moment, the weight of everything around us lifted from his eyes and features. That was worth everything.
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Two weeks of O.W.L.s and Draco thought if he had to write his name one more time or hear Umbridge recite the same script of rules, he was going to hex her. He had spent his nights with you, studying and practicing spells.
Despite the looming exams, you seemed almost at ease. Draco could tell that you were anxious, you had been for weeks before the exams, but you walked into each exam with your head held high in confidence. You later told him that you had a technique to taking exams that kept you calm: either you knew it or you didn’t, and there was no need to have a panic attack about what you didn’t know.
After his astronomy exam, he found you with Abby in the halls talking to Ginny and Luna. They went quiet as he approached, and he tried not to take it personally. You took his hand.
“We need his help.” You pressed. “We’ve got to make it look like you all are captured, get Umbridge out of the way, then you guys can go!” You insisted.
Ginny glared him down and Luna looked like she didn’t have a care in the world, so the norm.
“What’s going on?” He interjected.
Ginny huffed. “Fine, tell him.”
“Harry thinks that Sirius has been captured by Death Eaters and they want to go and save him, but they can’t with the wicked witch in pink prowling the halls,” You explained quickly.
“So,” Abby picked up. “You go and ‘capture’ the ones who want to go, bring them to Umbridge, Hermione will get Umbridge out of the way, and then let them go,”
You looked up at him, a pleading look on your face. He took you aside, out of ear shot of the others.
“You want me to help Potter save a convicted felon?” He snapped. “Have you gone mad?”
“Look, I’ve met Sirius, and Hermione told me about what really happened, and Draco please, if someone had captured my father, I’d—” Your eyes became glossy with tears.
“When did you meet Sirius?” He demanded.
“Look, it was about a week into being Pinnae. Harry attached a letter to me and...”
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Late September...
I looked at the letter tied to my ankle and suddenly I felt a pull in my chest and my wings spreading. It was as if the letter itself possessed the magic to direct me to the recipient. Knowing that I couldn’t fight against it, I gave in and let the magic guide me.
I came to a place in London. A house. I fluttered to a window and chirped. A man with long brown wavy hair greeted me at the window. He was familiar, somehow. Then it dawned on me.
Sirius Black.
The escaped convict from Azkaban.
He peered at me, his gray eyes seeing right through my Animagus and into my soul. As if he knew what to look for in an Animagus.
“Come inside and rest for a bit, it’s a long flight back, there’s tea and biscuits downstairs” Was all he said after taking the letter.
I gaped after him, such a human gesture that I slipped out of form instantly.
“H-how did you know?” I stammered, chasing after him, any fear towards him fleeting.
“Takes one to know one,” He muttered, lumbering to the kitchen table and sitting at the head seat. “So, who’d you do it for?”
“No one,” I covered quickly.
He gave me a look that told me he wasn’t convinced.
“Look, kid,”
“Y/n,” I gave.
“Y/n,” He rolled his eyes, unamused. “Becoming an Animagus is hard work and it take true dedication and devotion to a cause or person. So, I’ll ask again, who’d you do it for?”
I sat down in one of the chairs, a few seats away from him and looked down at the table. My gaze flickered to his as he waited expectantly.
“You’re close with Harry, yeah?” My eyes flitted to the note and back to steady grey eyes.
He gave a seldom nod.
“And the stuff they say in the papers isn’t true, is it? My mother’s always defending you,”
“Your mother?” He mused.
“Elizabeth Y/l/n,”
A smile touched Sirius’ lips.
“I knew her, back in school. Slytherin as they come. Until she met your dad. Then everything changed. It was so unnatural.” He was lost in a memory and I was holding onto his every word.
“I never met my father,” I said crestfallen. “He... He died in the war,”
“He was a part of the Order you know,”
“The Order? Like Star Wars?”
Sirius barked out a laugh, his eyes shining for a moment.
“The Order of The Phoenix,” Sirius clarified. “Merlin, you’re like your father,”
My smile dropped a bit. “The Order?” I asked again.
“An opposing group during the war. Voldemort had his Death Eaters; we had the Order. And still do,”
I nodded. “You said my mother was a true Slytherin, but that changed when she met my father...”
“Quite right, take a certain heart to get through to a Slytherin,” “Malfoy,” I whispered to the table. “I did it for Draco Malfoy,”
“So, you’re the Hufflepuff Harry goes on about,” Sirius leaned back in his chair, not giving away any emotion other than nonchalance.
“You can’t tell him that I’m an Animagus,” I rushed out pleading. “It would jeopardize everything,”
“Your secret is safe with me,” Sirius smiled. “Malfoy,” He scoffed. “No wonder Harry is so livid whenever someone mentions the either of you. James used to get so mad about your parents being together,”
“There is good in him.”
“There’s good in almost everyone,” Sirius mended. “The question you have to ask yourself: is it enough to be worth it?”
“That’s not my call to make,” I snapped.
An amused smile grew on his lips.
“And you’re sure you’re not a Gryffindor?”
I scoffed at the mere thought. “Bunch of stuck ups who think they’re always right. No thanks,”
“You got spunk, kid,” Sirius chuckled. “And a good heart. I’m rootin’ for ya,”
“Really?”
“Sure,” He shrugged. “I told you, becoming an Animagus takes dedication and devotion. Even false hope is still hope,”
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Draco gaped at you as you rushed to apologize for not telling him. And to be fair, there was a lot going on back then as there was now. He huffed and ran a hand through his hair and nodded.
“Alright, I’ll do it.”
You jumped up and hugged him, beaming. He held you close before releasing you, going to round up the rest of his Squad to set the plan into motion. He did his best to act like the arrogant Slytherin that Umbridge took him for as she grilled Harry for information. When he was told to fetch Snape, he filled the professor quickly in on what was going on before putting on his act once more.
Hermione gave him one look then burst into tears, unveiling her plan to get Umbridge out of her office. And it was quite brilliant. He never really noticed before, but Hermione was quick on her feet. The kind of cunning that a Slytherin would envy.
When Umbridge, Harry, and Hermione were out the door, he had his friends release the small band of rebels.
“Here,” Draco pulled Harry’s wand from his robes, to a confused Ron and Neville who were about to full on brawl. “Now get out. Quickly.” The others were released, and his Squad flocked behind him, Pansy at his right-hand side.
“What in Merlin’s name?” Ron stammered.
“He’s on our side!” Ginny explained quickly, grabbing her brother’s arm. “Now let’s go,”
Dumbfounded, Ron staggered from the room with the others. Luna smiled and waved as she left, hand in hand with Neville. Sagging and rubbing his face, he stormed from the office, ripping the Inquisitorial Squad badge from his robes, leaving it in the hallway. The end of term was two days away and he felt as if after tonight, the entire Wizarding world was about to change.
There was the same fear and anticipation in your eyes as he gathered you into his arms and pressed a kiss to your lips harshly. You didn’t complain, instead you let him push you against the nearest wall and let him kiss you aggressively until all of his fears and doubts melted away on your lips. Pulling away softly, you looked up at him through your eyelashes silent reassurances in them.
And they waited. All night.
You were wrapped up in his arms as he, you, Abby, and Pansy lounged across his bed. You had tried to read aloud, but your voice got too shaky and too quick and jumbled. You gave up and sighed, pulling out your locket, thumbing it open and watching the Dawn Treader sail on the sea waters.
It was the early hours of the morning when an owl came fluttering to the window. He recognized the family owl and took the letter from its grasp with shaky hands. You were beside him, a gentle hand on his shoulder. Pansy and Abby must have gone, because he was alone with you.
Finding the courage he could, Draco opened the letter and distinguished his mother’s handwriting.
~
Draco,
Your father has been captured as well as Crabbe and Goyle and a few others and sent to Azkaban. They were sent on a mission to find a prophecy and it went awry.
Bring Miss Y/n back with you when you come home. I’ve already arranged it with her mother.
Take heart my love,
Narcissa Malfoy,
~
His hands started to shake as he read the words over and over again, trying to make sense of them. Trying to wish them unreal. Draco let you take the paper from his hands as he let out a strangled cry. You were right there. He collapsed into your arms, terrified for what came next.
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Draco and I ended up on the floor. He clung to me, letting silent tears and gruesome cries escape. I bit back my own tears and consoled him the best I could. I took deep exaggerated breaths, knowing he needed a steady pace to match his own. I kept a rhythm as I rubbed his back. It might not have been a potion, but I knew how to get him through a panic attack. I repeated the same words softly: it’s going to be alright, I’m here, I love you.
Over the weekend, I had packed up my things, ready to leave, and moved into Draco’s dorm for those few days. Anyone who dared say anything to him, taunting or jeering, got a hex to the face.
On the rare occasion that I was without him, I ran into Harry who was coming from the Gryffindor common room.
“Y/n, look,” He started, “I don’t know how to tell you this but Draco’s—”
“Father is a Death Eater, yes I know.” I said firmly. “And he’s in Azkaban right now. I know that too.”
Harry looked at me, shocked.
“But... then... you’re still...” He stammered.
“Yes.” I folded my arms, but my demeanor softened. “And... I’m sorry about Sirius,”
He stiffened, his fist clenching.
“So, you knew that it was a trap! I bet Draco knew! That’s why he decided to help us!” He spat at me.
“What? No!” I defended quickly. “He had no idea! Neither did I! Harry, you’re being ridiculous!”
“Ridiculous!? Me!? Look at you! You’re delusional to think he actually cares about you! He’s using you! That’s what he does!” His words were a slap to the face.
“No that’s what you do!” I shouted back. “I’ve tried to be nice Harry! I’ve defended you time and time again and you’re still just as cruel! Just like Draco used to be! But you know what he changed! You might be a hero, but you’re acting like a real asshole!”
Harry drew his wand, glowering at me. I drew my own wand.
“Do it Potter,” I spat. “Come on. Scared of a Hufflepuff?” I twirled my wand. He raised his wand.
“Stop!”
We both turned, seeing Snape come down the hall, Draco and Abby right behind him. I didn’t lower my wand even though Harry did.
“What do you think you’re doing Potter?” Snape hissed, glaring down Harry.
Draco and Abby were at my side, their wands out. I rolled my eyes and put my wand away.
“Nothing,” Harry bit out, glaring at me. “He won’t always be around to protect you.”
“He doesn’t need to protect me,” I scoffed.
Harry left muttered under his breath. Snape turned to the three of us.
“Miss Y/n,” The professor started.
“I know, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lost my temper,” I mumbled.
“I was only going to suggest that you loosen up on your wand a bit and center your stance,” Snape had a small smile on his face. “No need for you to get knocked over in a duel,” And with that he left, his robes billowing behind him.
“Are you okay?” Draco asked, stroking my cheek.
I nodded. “Just Harry being Harry,” I gave an amused smile. “Come on, we’re going to be late,”
At the End of Year feast, Draco sat by my side. Now that Dumbledore was back, we were allowed to sit together. I was also allowed to wear my muggle t-shirts again. I realized that it was also the small things that had worn me down over the year as well as the bigger things.
I sat with Draco on the train ride back as well. The compartment only allowed the four of us in it. Draco took the window seat and I stretched out beside him, curling up with The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland. I had found the right balance of asking him if he was alright, pressing for answers, and letting him have space to think on his own.
Narcissa greeted us both at the station, hugging me and stroking Draco’s face softly. Saying my goodbyes to Abby and promising to write to her, Draco and I set off, hand in hand. We walked
through the marvelous front door of the Manor. Draco sighed and set off to his room, trailing me with him.
“Draco, whose wand is this?” I asked, picking up the wand from his bedside table.
The wand seemed to hum at my touch, and it was familiar somehow.
“No ones,” He answered quickly, turning from his trunk.
I could see the lie for what it was and frowned. When did he lie to me?
“Draco?” I pressed softly. “What...?”
“Just leave it.” He demanded. “It’s not important.”
“I’d say it’s pretty important,” My voice started to raise without my permission.
“Y/n, it’s not what you think,” His voice hardened. “Just leave it.” It was nearly a snarl.
“Draco,” I snapped. “Whose wand is this!?” His gaze dropped to the bed, his hands clenched tightly into fists, shaking slightly.
“Your father’s,”
Whatever I had thought, whatever explanation I tried to find, it wasn’t that. I took a small step away from him.
“Why do you have this?” I hissed, gripping it tightly.
“It belongs to me,” his voice was soft and void of emotion, his eyes still didn’t reach mine.
“It belongs to me,” I snapped, tears rushing to my eyes. “What... why... how could you!?” I stammered, now yelling at him. “You kept this from me!? As if you had a right to it!” My blood boiled with anger.
“I do have the right!” He argued back, snarling, his cold blue eyes finally snapping to mine. “My father killed your father. My father forfeited the wand and now it belongs to me!”
I froze, staring at him. Trying to process his words and his harsh tone he never used at me, my mind reeled with pain and betrayal. What else had he been keeping from me? How long had he kept it from me? Was this all just a ploy? My mind thought of everything we had been through and I started to doubt it all.
“You have no idea the world you live in!” Draco sneered. “All you do is run away to stupid books and fairytales! They don’t exist Y/n! It’s time you grew up and faced the real world!” It was a slap to the face.
“The real world?” I shrieked. “What that your father is a Death Eater!? That he’s working for Voldemort!? That he murdered my father!? That you’ve kept it from me all this time!?” I could barely see him through my tears.
“Because you’re taking it so well!” He shouted. “How do you think I’ve felt!? Knowing what my father did to again darken the Malfoy name!? Knowing that you’d never forgive me for this!? Did you ever stop to think!? No! You only care about yourself! As long as you get to play messiah! As long as you get to run away to a fairytale!”
I squeezed my eyes shut, my lip quivering in hurt and anger. I dropped the wand to the floor unceremoniously and slipped the familiar weight of the locket from around my neck. I threw it onto his bed.
“Take them then,” I barely spoke. “And have fun with reality,” My face held an emotionless mask.
I met his eyes one last time. Then I turned and Pinnae flew out into the night.
I flew fast and far. Towards my mother’s house. I stumbled a few times in the air, my human emotions overriding my bird form. I made it home though. A miserable mess of tears, but home.
“Y/n?” My mother asked. “I thought you were with Draco,”
“How long have you known!?” I yelled, storming in through the front door. “How long have you known his father killed mine!?”
“Y/n, honey,” My mother cooed, rushing to comfort me.
“No! I want an answer! How long!?” My voice waivered as my faith in what I really knew started to crumble. I pulled out my wand and wielded it against her.
“Since he died,” My mother took a deep breath in. “I told Draco at Christmas. I gave him your father’s wand. It belongs to him,”
“You... you didn’t think to ask me!? Or tell me!?” I screeched. “How could you!?”
“I was keeping you safe!”
“By lying to me!?” I shot back. “All this time! My whole life!” Then it hit me. “I thought Draco knew from the beginning... but it was you! You kept it from me! You did this! Why would you do this!?”
“To keep you safe!” She shouted back. “His father killed my love! I didn’t want to see the same fate to my daughter!”
“So, you set the whole thing up!” I gaped at her. “You knew that I would get mad Draco! You knew I’d...” I took a step back, the weight of the situation crashing around me.
I didn’t know who to trust.
“Y/n, please, you have to understand—”
“No,” I spat. “You just cost me the most important thing in my life.”
“Family is the most important!” She threw the accusation at me. “Are you going to give that up for a Malfoy!?”
“He was my family! He was my home! I love him!”
Shaking my head in disbelief, I backed up to the door, and again, Pinnae flew out into the night. I didn’t know where to go. I had just lost everything. That was the reality I had to face. I wanted to go back to Draco. I wanted to apologize. I didn’t intend to get so angry and hurtful. I didn’t mean to walk out.
I glided over the countryside and found myself in a familiar place that I visited a few times a year. Surrounded by headstones, I phased back, walking towards a known gravestone.
“Oh Papa,” I sobbed, falling at the foot of the stone. “What did I do?”
I cried and cried, my tears falling and wetting the marble stone. I pleaded to him. I begged him to come back and tell me what to do. I just needed to hear his voice. Knowing I never would, I started sobbing harder. Just wishing he was somehow here again. Just so he could tell me what to do.
Sitting back on my knees, I gazed around at the stone angel statues and mausoleums. It seemed all wrong for the memories of my father, the cold stones that surrounded me. He was warm and gentle.
“Why did she have to... Why can’t the past just die!?” I sobbed out, hugging my knees. “Papa,” I whimpered. “Teach me to live...to forgive... give me the strength to try,” I buried my face in my arms and cried.
It was agony. I had no one. I had nowhere to go. I wasn’t going back to my mother, and Draco no doubt hated me. I couldn’t even be upset that Lucius killed my father because it wasn’t the worst betrayal I had faced today.
I had given everything up.
I was truly alone.
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Chapter 6
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End note: I did apologize right?
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