#draco x reader angst

[lizlovell]

You're Losing Me

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Angst//part one

part 2

summary:You and Draco grew distant for the first time ever in your relationship of two years.You are getting tired being the only one trying to fix things.

As the third week of December drew closer, the sky became gloomier with cold embracing the Hogwarts and its library became busier with scrambling students stressed out for midterm before the winter break.But this december not only brought cold to your school,but also to your relationship with Draco Malfoy,unfortunately there is no amount of sweater u can wear to recover from it.

''We both are just probably busy with studies,everything will go back to normal once the exams are over''

You try to comfort yourself as you tag your freezing hand inside your coat,remembering how Draco used to always scold you for forgetting gloves.He would hold your cold hands nonetheless,and put them in his coat for extra warmth. You felt a pang in your chest when u find yourself thinking about the memories again. No matter how hard you tried to ignore,you can't shake off the feeling of the way his eyes turned icy whenever he looks at you now.

You haven't talked to Draco properly for a week now. It's either he is studying or you are busy with essays. And in meal time in Great Hall, his cold galres and sharp replies drained your energy to talk at all. But, you can't just let it happen, not when you have spent your past two years falling head over heels for the blonde boy.So,you tried your best to pretend like nothing is wrong,like the physically painful tension between you and him doesn't exist at all. And finally,the exam is over before it snaps.

''Dray..do you wanna go to Hogsmeade together before the Christmas break? ''

His eyes are tense.His brows are frowned noticably. The pale and long fingers are folded far away from yours.

''I don't rlly know. I might have to go home ealier this year''

Lies.

''we can at least spend tonight together right?we can go to astronomy tower and-''

Then it snapped.

''No,Y/N .I don't want to. The exam just finished. Let me live''

It is like an ice bucket has poured over your head. Numb, lost and cold.

''..why'',you sobbed out .

''There is no why.I'm just tired. and we do not have anything to talk anyway,do we? Y/N...we spend our days in same routine:what's still there to talk. stop playing pretend. we both know we need some break''.

You desperately searched for any signs of intimacy in his eyes,any signs, just anything at all,but the silver orbs are colder than ever. A gust of wind rushed through and messed up his blonde locks. You felt a chill run down your spine.

''a break?''

Suddenly,everything start making sense to you. How he had time to run around from parties to parties but not for you.How his laughs faded when you entered the group conversation. How he dropped your hand in the hallway. How he hasn't hold u for a month now. The exam wasn't a cause,it was a mere excuse all along. He was falling out of love.

''not as in break but you know what i mean...'', his tone is soft with guilt lingering around. A heavy sigh left him. He gets closer to you awkwardly. Can this even be called as a hug? Instead of the warmth it used to give, it feels suffocated and forced. You shivered.

"whatever you mean Draco''

You are getting tired being the only one putting effort. Staring at his messy hair and his stressful figure, you've decided you are going to let this go. All these memories you made in two years, all the ''I can't live without you'' talk. All the sneaking between classes,making love. Love? Was it even there.

You dropped his hand. You ignored the uncertain guilt in his eyes. You turned your heel and walked away.

Draco never meant for this sort of thing to happen between two of you. You were precious. The way your soft touch traced along his face to comfort him whenever something worried him. The way you squeezed his hands with a smile whenever he felt the disappointment in himself. You saw things other could not see in him. Your lips brought love and peace he didn't even know exist in him. He didn't realize how he should be grateful for the things until they are gone. Now everything is gone. He thought he might feel free and less responsible once he is away from you. He put all of his stress and the pressure from his family on you. Merlin,he feels the terrible guilt ride in him.

He spent the entire holiday forcing himself to believe he did a right thing and he should feel more satisfied now. He didn't. His days became more terrible. He started to notice how clean his dorm used to be when you were around. He started to find himself subconciously looking for your presence in his sleep. The alone time he thought he needed start to haunt him down.

He waited. He waited for you to come back to him like you always did whenever he pushed you away. But he grew more restless day by day whenever he see you in the hallways and classes unbothered and calm sitting NOT next to him. For once in his life,Draco Malfoy knew he fucked up. He has lost you.

. . . . . . .

part 2

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[satansapostle6]

The World Was On Fire And No One Could Save Me But You | D.M.

Warnings: Language. Violence. Mature Themes. Smut.

As Lord Voldemort rises to power, Death Eater legacies such as Draco Malfoy and Elise Selwyn are forced to join their ranks. Desperate to return his family to the Dark Lord’s good graces, Draco Malfoy is forced to fight alongside Elise in a war they never wanted any part in.

Part I

Part II: Blood For Blood

Little over a week had passed since I had been initiated as a Death Eater, alongside Draco Malfoy. I wore long sleeves every day to conceal my Dark Mark, which made the fresh wound hurt even more. The pain was unimaginable; often, the Mark would hurt excruciatingly for hours into the night. Some nights, I didn’t sleep at all. I wondered often how Draco was doing with it all.

Today I wore my fitted black dress that made me look like my mother. It was no wonder my father had ignored me for the better part of a day. I had just finished working at the family shop, upholding our family's reputation. I had made it in our family's world, and that came with a certain cynicism that only those without childhoods had.

The moment I opened our door to Narcissa Malfoy, accompanied by Draco and Bellatrix. I didn't have to see my own reflection to know that my eyes were already narrowed in suspicion. What had brought them to our villa?

“Mrs. Malfoy. Madam Lestrange,” I greeted the two women. “Please. Come in.”

“Hello, Elise. Are you quite well?” Narcissa Malfoy asked me as they all entered, watching me shut the door behind them.

I could tell she wanted to ask about the Mark. Although Narcissa’s husband and sister were both Death Eaters, she had never actually been one herself, despite attending all of the meetings and gatherings.

“Cissy. Quit wasting time,” Bellatrix interrupted crossly.

“I’m alright, thank you. Are you here to see my father?” I asked them.

“Yes, we are,” Narcissa Malfoy told me.

“But don’t go running off quite yet,” her older sister stopped me, “This concerns you too, dearie.”

“Very well. If you’ll wait here, I can let my father know you’d like to see him,” I offered.

“Yes, please,” Narcissa thanked me.

I nodded, looking to her son, Draco Malfoy. He seemed quiet, almost begrudgingly so, as if he didn’t want to be here. It seemed he had protested against whatever his mother wanted to speak to my father and I about.

“Father?” I said as I entered his study.

He stopped to look at me from behind his desk, a mean look on his face as usual.

“Mrs. Malfoy and Madam Lestrange wish to speak with us, both,” I reported dutifully, not unlike one of our maids.

“Very well. Fetch them for me, will you?”

I nodded silently, leading Draco and his mother and aunt into the study. He and I both stood behind them in silence as we were taught, not looking at each other at all.

“Narcissa,” my father rose to greet them, kissing her cheek politely. “Bellatrix,” he said pleasantly, shaking her hand.

“It’s good to see you, Edric,” Narcissa greeted him as they all sat down.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” my father asked, sitting behind his desk as he always did.

“I, erm… The Dark Lord… suggested we speak to you,” the woman began nervously, seeming distressed, “I don’t know if he’s mentioned anything to you—”

He and I had already had a conversation of the ‘situation’ that they were referring to. Draco had been tasked by Voldemort himself with killing Albus Dumbledore, the brilliant Hogwarts Headmaster. Everyone knew that such a feat could hardly even be accomplished by the Dark Lord himself; this was less of an assignment, and more of a humiliating death sentence for Draco.

“I am, of course, privy to your situation,” Father cut her off sympathetically.

“You are?” she asked in relief.

“Of course he is,” Bellatrix chimed in dismissively.

“I know that Draco is to kill Albus Dumbledore, Narcissa,” my father assured her.

Narcissa grew uncomfortable as he said the words out loud, as if still getting used to it herself. My father looked her in the eyes, his confident and commanding demeanor comforting her. And then, he surprised us all.

“I know that Draco has been ordered to kill Albus Dumbledore… and as friends to our family, I am offering you my daughter’s help,” he decided finally.

I remained calm, confining my surprise to the area just behind my eyes as I looked at Draco, who seemed to just be determined to brood in the corner, glaring down at the ground as if it had caused his predicament.

“You would do that for us?” Narcissa asked softly, in complete shock.

My father nodded solemnly. “I would.”

“I don’t need help, Mother,” Draco spoke up sullenly, as everyone looked at him. “I can do it myself.”

Narcissa seemed horrified at her son’s interruption.

“Draco!” she hissed under her breath. “I’m sorry, Edric, he didn’t mean that, we’re eternally grateful—”

“It’s quite alright,” Father promised her, unfazed.

I looked over at Draco, who still refused to look up. It seemed he was anger was directed even at me, despite the fact that I had nothing to do with this decision.

“Listen, I agree your mother’s being a bit excessive, but don’t be an idiot, Draco,” his aunt reminded him, “If Edric Selwyn offers you his daughter’s help, you take it!”

“I’m sorry, I hate to ask such a thing of you, Edric,” Narcissa apologized sadly, “But as you know, we can’t afford another failure… The Dark Lord, he speaks highly of you, and of your daughter’s abilities, so I came to you—”

“I understand, Narcissa,” my father promised the woman, “You have no need to explain yourself to me.”

“Thank you,” she sighed, “You’ve been so kind…”

“Elise will aid Draco in the assassination of Albus Dumbledore, out of respect for yours and Lucius’ friendship to our family, as well as that of our ancestors’, throughout the years,” my father declared. “Elise, as my sole heir, is a loyal soldier of my family, and now, of the Dark Lord’s. We all belong to the same family, and so, we are obligated to yours as you are to ours.”

“Bloody good of you, Edric,” Bellatrix said approvingly.

“May I be dismissed?” Draco asked, interrupting once again.

Narcissa shot him a glare, as my father just nodded, unbothered by his presence.

“Yes, you may. Elise as well,” he nodded.

Draco disappeared out the door automatically, and I felt obligated to follow him. I already had difficulty finding him as I stepped out the door. I eventually realized he was headed for the library, and entered the room after him. He seemed insistent on pouting like a petulant child, haphazardly flipping through a random book he’d grabbed off the shelf.

“Not thrilled about this, then, are you?” I deduced.

“Fuck off, Selwyn,” Draco retorted, lazily throwing his body across one of the chairs.

I watched him as he aggressively flipped through the pages. “That was one of my mother’s favorites, you know.”

The blond suddenly stopped what he was doing, staring at the book before shutting it with more care, neatly placing it back on the shelf. As angry and spiteful as he was feeling at the moment, it seemed even Draco understood the sensitivity of the topic of dead mothers, at least in some settings.

“It’s alright, you can read it,” I offered coolly. “I hear she used to say that books are meant to be read.”

Draco went back to ignoring me completely, staring at nothing as he made it a point not to talk to me at all. I had no idea what he was actually thinking about, but I could tell that, beneath his sleeve, his Mark was bothering him.

“It hurts,” I said darkly, “Doesn’t it?”

He just looked up at me, sneering as he pretended the conversation was beneath him before returning to his glaring at the wall.

“Alright. If you’re not going to talk, then at least listen,” I began, crossing my arms. “My father has very high expectations of me as his heir, and I’m guessing you can relate.”

I took his silence for an affirmative response.

“I know why you want this so badly; if you somehow manage to kill one of the greatest wizards of all time at sixteen, the Dark Lord might just vindicate your family,” I thought aloud.

The way he looked at me suggested I hit a nerve.

“But, if he really wants both of this on this, then neither of us can afford to fail,” I pointed out. “And I don’t know how you feel about all this, but we’re really going to have to want this.”

“I do want this!” Draco yelled, jumping out of his seat as he frustratedly ran a hand through his almost white blond hair. “You don’t know anything about me! I want nothing more than to see that old man dead!”

“Okay,” I murmured, accepting that answer, “Then let’s give it all we’ve got. I know you’ll probably want to keep things discreet, but if all else fails, one of us needs to be prepared to walk into his office and cast that Killing Curse.”

“And if it comes to it, I’ll do it,” Draco snarled, his face contorting into an ugly scowl.

“I’m not saying that you won’t,” I promised him quietly, “But I’m telling you that if you don’t… I will.”

He looked at me with pure hatred in his eyes, although the longer I looked into them, the more I noticed that it wasn’t necessarily for me.

“Listen, I don’t care who kills Dumbledore, as long as he’s dead before the end of the school year,” I continued. “As long as my family is safe, I don’t care. You wanna have your moment of glory, and make your father proud? That’s your business,” I stated.

He still had nothing to say, looking at me cautiously as if I were playing on a different team.

“We’ll go about this your way, and I’ll do whatever you want, but if in the end that’s not enough, I will kill Albus Dumbledore myself,” I vowed. “Just like you, my family has a reputation I can’t afford to tarnish. If we fail, you’ll answer to the Dark Lord first, but I’ll answer to my father.”

There was a long silence that lingered between the two of us in that moment. Finally, Draco had nothing to say, and simply listened to what I had to say.

“I know that you were just chosen for this to spite your father,” I said gently. “I know he just wants you to die in his place—”

“I won’t die! I was chosen! I’m the Chosen One!” he declared angrily. “You-Know-Who chose me to do this, because I’m the best! This is my chance to make things right, and you won’t steal it from me!”

“Listen. If we fuck this up, he’ll kill us before the Dark Lord even gets the chance,” I assured him.

“We’ll kill him,” Draco insisted bitterly through his teeth, all the vengeance in the world behind his blue eyes, “I can promise you that.”

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[prttydolls]

happy birthday daddy !

summary : draco never really liked his birthday ever since the war has ended, but you were determined to change his mind and so did your son.

warning(s) : none

author’s note : i am so rusty with fluff .

draco didn't like his birthday, it reminded him of how he was a brat when he was a child. demanding everything to be placed at a silver platter .

ever since the war he felt utter shit, knowing kids his age at that time rarely get presents while he gets them whenever he wants.

thats why he stopped caring about his birthday.

but you obviously wanted to celebrate his birthday, and also congratulate him for stopping his hatred to muggleborns , and halfbloods. you and scorpius had something in plan when draco was asleep, the night before his birthday.

scorpius made a drawing of 3 stickmans holding hands, each one indicating the names. “best dada” “pretty mama” and “me”.

you baked dracos favorite cake, and got something really special for him.

a silver ring locket, with your family picture inside. you smile at the ring everytime you see it, you knew deep down this was going to be perfect.

and other gifts you got for draco, is just for the both of you at night. (ifykyk)

you quickly tiptoed with scorpius and gently placed the cake on the bed side table.

you signalled scorpius the wake draco up.. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADA!!!!!” scroupius greeted as he jumped onto the bed, and hugged the sleeping blonde.

draco immediately woke up and smiled at the toddler in front of him. “happy birthday darling!” you gave him a loving peck on his cheek .

“woah, whats all this? you do know i dont celebrate my birthday anymore” he chuckled. “well, yeah but we really wanna celebrate it just once” you said as Scorpius picked up his doodle to show his daddy.

“daddy heres my birthday present! me and mama made it” the smaller blonde proudly showed off, he looked and acted exactly like draco.

draco smiled at his child and hugged the both of you tightly. “thank you both, i really dont deserve the both of you.”

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[weasley-wizard-writes]

Betrothed Part III

Fred Weasley x Reader x Draco Malfoy

Series Synopsis: Having been raised in a pureblood family obsessed with keeping the  bloodline pure you’re betrothed at birth to a boy you’ve never met.  Unaware of just how strange this is, you have few qualms with it, until  you meet Fred Weasley and find that love is much more complicated than  you ever could’ve imagined. But what happens when everyone is all grown up, and the real world can’t be stopped?

Genre: Angst

Content Warnings:

Angst

Death

Forced Marriage

Word Count: 3,516

“Sorry for the mess.”

You muttered softly as you unlocked the door to your apartment, sighing in relief at the sight of it. Your mother had called you foolish when you’d told her that you had no intention of breaking your lease with the landlord, but evidently she hadn’t taken Draco’s odd post war demeanor into account. He would stay anywhere if it kept him from that damned family manor, and that was becoming all the more evident as time inched forward. He had grown significantly less tense the further away you had traveled from his family home, and now that it was confirmed that he could stay elsewhere, that hint of a smile that you had seen during the wedding had returned to his lips once more.

“Nonsense.”

Was Draco’s only response to your previous apology, his words soft and almost uncertain as he turned to look at you, before suddenly dropping his gaze towards the ground, his hand fiddling with the ring on his finger once more.

“Is it uncomfortable?”

You asked suddenly, trying to make up for the heavy silence that was slowly filling your apartment. You didn’t want to feel uncomfortable here, it was all that you had of yourself and your comfort now that you were married, and if that changed you weren’t sure how you could ever remain sane.

Draco’s head snapped up to meet your gaze once more, his brow cocked in confusion as he tried to make sense of the question you had just asked him.

“I beg your pardon?” He asked sincerely, causing you to gesture down to the ring on his left finger.

“The ring,” You murmured, suddenly less sure of yourself as you tried to push forward with the conversation, desperate to keep the silence from eating away at you any longer. All of these months of hearing Fred’s voice so consistently had made you dreadfully afraid of what could be waiting on the other side of the sound he was almost always providing.

“You’ve been playing with it a lot.”

You clarified gently, clearing your throat in hopes that it might make your voice sound less weak as you continued.

“I thought it could be because it’s making you uncomfortable. I’m certainly not used to mine yet.”

You touched your ring finger as you said that last part, feeling the cool emeralds housed within their silver setting against your skin, a reminder of the promise you had made today, and the agreement others had made for you prior to your birth.

Draco nodded in understanding as you clarified before he cleared his own throat, a nervous smile gracing his lips as his gaze returned down to the ring on his finger. He seemed happy to have it there, and you wondered again if he had worn one there before.

“No, it isn’t uncomfortable.”

Draco’s voice was soft as he spoke, so different from the boy you had grown up with and the man you had thought you would be marrying prior to the war. The man you had been dreading lying to for the rest of your life.

“I uh...”

He trailed off, breaking into a chuckle while bringing one of his knuckles to his mouth, something you had seen him due a great deal of times when you were younger. He always did that when he was nervous, because back when his adult teeth were growing in, Astoria had told him he looked like a rabbit when he smiled. Afterward, he had taken to biting down on his knuckles when he laughed, and as he grew older, biting on his knuckles when his nerves got the better of him. You were surprised to know this, and found yourself aware that maybe this man before you wasn’t as different as the boy you had known as a child, before the stress of being the Malfoy heir had turned him into someone new.

You were broken out of your thoughts as Draco began to speak once more, his fist slowly lowering back down to his side, before it moved to his other hand once more, fiddling with his ring even as he talked about that very action.

“This is a little bit embarrassing, so please don’t think less of me, but...”

He began, letting out a small sigh as you motioned for him to continue, your expression soft and curious.

“I started wearing a ring on this finger when I began my attendance at Hogwarts. I didn’t want to give any of the girls there the wrong idea, and thought it would be best to let them know in advance that I was taken. Plus I uh... I thought it would be good practice for the real thing someday, but mostly it just led to this habit of fiddling with it when I think.”

You found yourself nearly wide eyed at Draco’s confession, unable to force a response to your tongue as you stared at him, watching as he continued to twist his silver band on his finger repeatedly.

“I never knew...”

You began quietly, watching as Draco looked up to meet your eyes as you spoke, letting you know that your next words should be chosen carefully. He was paying attention now, and slowly but surely you were getting the feeling that he always had been, even if you hadn’t noticed.

“I never knew you cared that much about our betrothal.” You finished softly, feeling yourself begin twisting your own wedding ring to keep your hands from shaking.

This was not how you had imagined your wedding night. That being said, although you would never admit it aloud, your wedding night dreams died with Fred Weasley, and anything that came after would always pale in comparison, because the most important piece of the puzzle was gone for good.

Draco laughed softy, a cool tone to his voice that you recognized from all of his in between years, the ones that rested between his gentle childhood and his tortured present. This sounded like the Draco that you had thought you could never know, the one that angrily stalked the halls of your once shared school, looking for a reason to argue with anyone on the off chance that it might earn him some praise from one of the many deceitful and hate filled patriarchal figures in his life. It never had. Perhaps now, that was why he had returned to that gentle childhood. Why he lived in this tortured present.

“I know you didn’t. I was always too proud to admit how I felt, but Y/n...”

That coldness you had heard before disappeared the second the man in front of you said your name, a softness returning to him that you had not even realized had momentarily faded away.

Draco was watching you intently now, his eyes staring into your own from where he stood just a mere two feet away, beside the door to the apartment that you supposed the two of you now shared.

“There was not one moment growing up where I wasn’t near bursting with excitement over the fact that I could call you my wife someday. Even if I never said it, and even if you never noticed, I swear to you that what I say is true. I felt a great deal of pride over being your betrothed, even when I knew the truth.”

Your eyebrows creased at that last part, confusion creeping into your expression as what he said started to sink in.

“The truth?”

You asked, your head tilting as you waited for a response, your breath caught in your throat and unwilling to spill forth as Draco chuckled once more, that shake returning to his head, as if he were exasperated or shocked by your response.

“The truth,”

Draco muttered, raising his gaze to meet your own again, taking multiple steps forward until he was less than a foot away, his eyes flickering down to the way your calves pressed back against the couch, as if he had cornered you there during your efforts to escape. For all that you knew, maybe he had. You could no longer recollect if you’d moved in response to his steps forward. You could barely breathe at all. The air was so heavy with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on, and for some reason you felt as if you could burst into tears at any moment.

“Is that you loved that Fred Weasley more than you could ever love me.”

You felt as if you had just been punched in the gut as Draco spoke these words, your balance faltering and ultimately failing as you toppled backwards onto the couch, your gaze turning into a blank stare as he continued.

“And I can’t even blame you.” Draco spoke, laughing cruelly under his breath, seemingly oblivious to your blank stare and your freshly seated position. It was as if he was lost in his own world, his words having as much power over him as they did you.

“I have never been much more than the monster my father wanted me to be.”

These words were whispered, as if the man speaking them wasn’t sure he wanted you to hear. As if he were hoping it was a secret he was telling, rather than a truth that you had long since accepted.

Suddenly, Draco’s eyes snapped up to meet yours once again, and when he found himself met with that blank stare, he seemed to understand immediately that he had said something he shouldn’t have.

“Y/n,”

He spoke, his tone concerned and almost pained as he knelt in front of you, his hand reaching out to grasp your own before he suddenly pulled back at the last second, as if afraid he would burn you with his touch.

“Salazar, I’m sorry.”

He muttered, running his hand through his hair before continuing his familiar ministrations on his ring, his eyes searching yours for any signs of emotion or life as his eyebrows creased with concern. You had never seen him look worried over anyone before, and it was this face of near horror that brought you back, the dim light of feeling returning to your eyes once more. If you could see yourself through your new husband’s eyes, you would have found yourself wondering if that light had been brighter before, but thankfully for you, the only eyes you had to gaze into right now belonged to the man in front of you.

“Y/n please say something, I didn’t mean to upset you, I just wanted you to understand...”

Draco let out another gravelly sigh before continuing, his hand raking through his platinum locks, messing up his carefully done wedding night hair.

“I don’t have any expectations for this marriage.” Draco continued, his hands moving to seek yours once more, only for him to stop himself again, his eyes squeezing shut as if he were struggling with some deep and rolling agony within.

“I know you loved him, and I don’t want you to think that I expect you to lo-”

“I never told him.”

You whispered suddenly, cutting Draco off before he could finish his sentence. Your voice was shaky and full of fear as you spoke, and as you looked deeper into your new husbands clear blue eyes, you found that your reflection looked just as terrified as you felt.

“What?”

Draco asked, his hand finally moving to rest almost weightlessly above your own, as if he wanted to help soothe whatever fears you had but didn’t know if he had the right to do anything more than a slight hover, the heat of his skin more prevalent than the actual touch of his hand.

“I never told him that I loved him. He was never supposed to know.”

You finished, that fear never leaving your eyes nor your voice even as you tried desperately to quell the shake of your body beneath the gaze of this sometimes familiar and sometimes unknown presence that you now called your husband.

Draco looked more confused than ever, slowly withdrawing his hand from above your own as he tried to understand what meaning your words held.

“Did I do something wrong by saying it aloud?”

He asked finally, his eyebrows still creased with curiosity and something close to fear that told you how bad he felt and how scared he was to have messed up.

Clearly, some things never changed.

“Oh, no, I just uh...”

You desperately searched for an answer to his question, trying to silence the deafening noise behind your eyes as you stood, dizzy and desperate to be alone.

“I just wasn’t prepared to have someone say it.”

You finished, knowing full well how nervous you sounded and how much of a lie it was.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

Draco whispered in response, as if he had been waiting his entire life to say it. This apology was different from all of the others, and there was a pain within it that made you stop before you could excuse yourself to your bedroom.

You looked down to meet that strong gaze once more only to find it full of tears, a broken man behind those usually strong and sure eyes.

“Draco, I-”

“I’m sorry for being so selfish for so long. I’m sorry for never just admitting it to myself and letting you go. I wanted so badly to be a different husband, a better husband than the one that I had grown up under, and somehow I ended up worse.”

That cold and cruel chuckle returned as Draco turned his gaze downward, seemingly unable to look you in your eyes as he continued.

“If I had known what was going to happen, I never would have held onto you. If I had allowed myself to see it sooner, I wouldn’t have remained an obstacle on the path of you finding someone who actually deserved you. I have tried for so long now to convince myself that I never held you back, but I know it’s all a lie.”

Draco sniffled softly, his tears dripping to rest on his cheeks and slowly slope down his nose as he struggled to meet your eyes once more, his sincerest words yet forming on his lips,

“Please just know that I never wanted this to happen, that I would have set you free in a second had I been strong enough to admit to myself that you loved him far more than you ever could me. I never meant to do this to you, and I swear that I will spend every second of this marriage making up for what I’ve done, and what I never had the strength to do before.”

With those words, Draco straightened out, drying his tears on his jacket as he took a deep breath to steady himself once more.

 Watching him as he desperately tried to tape the broken and guilt riddled pieces of himself back together felt wrong, so on shaky legs and with long held breaths you walked silently over to the linen closet, pulling out a comforter and a few pillows, which you dressed with carefully selected matching pillow cases, the act of choosing forcing you to consider anything but the conversation you had just had, and the voice that was raging in your mind.

“Thank you.”

Draco smiled genuinely as you handed the blanket and pillows over to him, his eyes reading your expression before you even had the chance to speak.

“I’m perfectly fine with sleeping on the couch for the time being.”

He stated calmly,

“I’m just grateful that I don’t need to stay back at the manor. I’ll gladly sleep on the sofa as long as it takes if it keeps me away from there.”

He nearly shuddered as he spoke, making you wonder once more what he must have endured there to feel so uncomfortable within its walls.

You watched as Draco settled in, making sure he had everything he needed before you ended up standing against the wall opposite the living room that he would be sleeping in, your hand poised over the light switch. You had said your good nights, pleasantries had been shared, and now the only thing left to do was turn the light off and leave. But even still, watching the blond laying there on your sofa like that, you couldn’t help but feel like you had to say something more.

“Draco I -”

You began softly, your voice shaky as tears threatened to spill over your cheeks just as they had done his not long prior.

“I know you’ll probably never believe me, but I want you to know that I don’t blame you.”

You said gently, feeling the confusing urge to comfort the man in front of you further, despite the fact that you had absolutely no idea how to do so.

“I was a coward. He was never meant to know, betrothal or not. Please don’t let this eat away at you the way I know so many other things do. You were a victim, not a villain. I have never seen you as the monster you think that you are.”

You finished quietly, not waiting for a reaction or a response to your words as you switched the light off quickly before taking long and gentle steps to your bedroom, latching the door behind you before you sunk down against it, finally allowing the tears to fall.

“I am so sorry Fred.”

You whispered weakly after a few moments of gentle sobs and painful hiccups, the agony in your words prevalent as you recalled the way that his pained voice had echoed around your mind when Draco had accidentally told him your biggest secret of all.

“You loved me?”

It had asked you, softly at first, as if in disbelief, before it increased in volume over and over and over again until you felt as if your head was about to split in two.

It had taken a painstaking amount of effort to not respond to him as he begged you to tell him that it was a lie, that choked up voice playing endlessly as he pleaded for an explanation.

“Godrich Y/n, I never made you explain what I saw before I died, and I never asked you why you never told me about this godforsaken betrothal, but I need you to tell me this isn’t true! I need you to say he’s making this up, or that this is some dream you can’t wake yourself up from! Tell me he’s lying!”

Your tears fell faster as you remembered those words, your body shaking in a nearly violent manner as you curled up on your side, wishing with everything you had that he were here to hold you together.

But he wasn’t.

You were all alone, an emptiness in your heart that you had not felt in quite some time. Since before you had heard his voice in your head for the very first time, just two days after his death.

“Please come back.” You pleaded, not caring if Draco heard you from the living room as you did.

There was a strong silence within the air, before that familiar voice appeared once more, making your tears fall faster, but your heart beat slower.

He wasn’t gone forever, at least not yet.

“I don’t know what to say.”

His voice sounded hopeless, and entirely humorless in nature. You had never heard him like this before, and it further solidified for you the fact that you weren’t just hearing things after all, something you had tried to convince yourself of for months following your best friend’s death.

It as an easier thing to accept than the idea that he was there within your mind, but not outside of it, never to be seen again. Oh how you wished that you could look into his eyes just one more time.

“Please don’t hate me.”

You whispered, more tears threatening to spill over as you awaited Fred’s response, your cheeks cold with half dried sadness.

“I could never hate you.”

His voice spoke soothingly, almost as if he were hurt that you could ever think such a thing.

There was a long silence between the two of you before finally, Fred spoke up again,

“I think that is the worst part of all of this,”

You could almost feel him sigh as you waited for him to continue speaking, your breath stuck once more within your strained lungs.

“I love you, Y/n L/n,”

His words sounded tearful as he spoke, as if his disembodied voice were crying the same way that you were.

“I was just too afraid to tell you. I was so sure that you could never love me back that I...”

Fred never finished that sentence, and for the rest of the night, you lay on the cold floor of your nearly empty bedroom, choking down tears in an effort to stop them from flowing endlessly down your face and into a puddle on the wood below.

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Forever Hold Your Peace (Vol.1) (D.M)

Summary: Two feuding families with an age-old history of bloodshed are seeking to forge peace by unholy matrimony between the first borns. Only, she isn’t first born, per se….

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Female!reader (I wrote this with Mob!Draco in mind)

Warnings: Mature language, mature themes, angst, Sexual Inuendos but no smut what so ever (as of now). Read at your own discretion, mentions of the higher power, mentions of alcohol, that about covers it.

A/n: I’ve been experimenting with various plots these days. This one is just came to me after listening to this song. I’d love to incorporate your thoughts into the second volume so Feedback is always welcomed. :))

Word count: 3200

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When she imagined the day of her wedding, she did not imagine standing in front of a floor length mirror in her white dress, feeling like she is getting ready to walk up to the gallows.

But then again, this is not the wedding she wanted. Nor the husband.

One day she is lying on a patio swing, reading her favorite book and the next day, she is promised to some wealthy stranger.

Now, in a few short hours, she is going to have to take him as her lawfully wedded husband for as long as she shall live.

Two feuding families with an age-old history of bloodshed are hoping to forge peace by unholy matrimony between the first borns. Only, she isn’t first born, per se….

***

6 months ago..

Little less than an hour ago, she was nursing a glass of Gin Rickey at a speakeasy. Now, she is kneeling at a church, with her hands folded in prayer.

She wouldn’t call herself religious, only desperate. It is an ungodly hour of the night and she’s a little inebriated. Even her clothes smell of lime, sweat, sin and cheap spirit.

Ironic how life works.

She squeezes her eyes shut and concentrates on the reason why she came into these four walls in the first place.

In between what could have been her eighth glass of Gin Rickey, she had received a phone call from her mother telling her that her presence is required back at the house at once.

Even though her mum doesn’t say it, she knows this has something to do with her elder sister’s engagement.

No one dares to mention her sister’s name out loud after what had happened last month. Every mark of her had been scrubbed clean from the family tree after she was caught with her muggle lover.

Now that she thinks about it, being removed from the family tree is better than being plucked and put into another one. That is exactly what they are going to do with her when she gets back home, she is sure of it.

Bowing her head lower, she prays and she prays and she prays, hoping that someone—anyone answers.

“What are you praying for?” A rich baritone comes from the pews behind her. The sound caresses her skin and leaves her with a chill in her bones.

Panicked, she turns her head around to inspect.

The light from the flickering, almost dying candles cast an eerie shadow on his face. In this light, she can tell it's a broad shouldered man, wearing a three piece black suit.

She doesn’t answer him. Only, reaches for the waistband of her skirt for her wand.

“Let me guess.” The voice offers, almost taunting. “Wealth, fame, reverence…or is it world peace?”

The words sound so sinful and vulgar in the feline purr of his voice. She is drawn towards him and his gleaming silver hair like a moth drawn towards moonlight.

“None of the above.” She answers, curtly. “What are you praying for?”

He goes silent for a minute as if to entertain the idea. Then, he breaks into a quiet chuckle. “And why is it that you think that I’m praying?” He asks, drumming his fingers on the pew. Most of his long fingers bear rings.

“You are inside a church?” She asks, rhetorically as she pads her way towards him. Moths tend to forget that there is danger in being seen. It assumes the light is there to help it navigate home. Only when it gets crushed under someone’s shoe does it realize that there is great peril in false sense of security.

He hums. “Say, I was to pray for something. Let's assume world peace. What is to say, it will be answered?”

She can fully see him now. He has eyes made out of burning hot, molten silver. His features are sharp, cruel, beautiful as if set in stone and there is a slight divot at the corner of his mouth from his smirk.

“I don’t know.” She shrugs and points at the front of the church. “Maybe you should go over there and kneel. See if that works for you.”

He slowly rises from his seat and she takes a step back to keep a safe distance from him. He is tall to the point where he was to bow his head a little, just to look at her.

“I see.” He says, holding her stare. “Although, I might have some reservations about your suggestion.”

He is dusk fall in the way he smiles.Shadows blanketing light in a way that is alluring, dangerous..seductive.

She wants to reach for his shoulder blade, run her fingertips over to just to check if there are wings. She’s read the tales and has a basic idea of what the devil might look like.

“What reservations?” She asks, curious. Maybe he will burst into flames if he stands here long enough.

He raises his hands forward to capture a strand of her hair in between his fingers. He twirls the strand once and she sucks in a breath.

“I was taught to never yield, my love.” He answers, slowly letting go of the tendril, tucking it behind her ear. “Not in front of god, nor men—dead or living. I do not kneel before anyone.”

The man oozes with the promise of a thrill of a lifetime. She knows she should leave when she has the chance to. Instead, she inches closer and whispers in his ears.

“Then what of wealth and reverence?” It is her turn to smirk at the perfect stranger. He blinks, observing her with an amused look on his face.

“What of world peace if you refuse to even kneel for it?”

He opens his mouth as if to say something but no words come out. Satisfied that she has the last word, she whirls around and leaves.

From the corner of her eyes, she can still see his tall shadow looming behind her.

***

Her suspicions are right.

Right after apparating home from the church, she is informed that she will be taking her sister’s place in front of the altar in six months time.

They tell her she can pick the dress, the venue, the music and also the floral centerpieces. The only thing she can’t pick is the groom. How utterly considerate of them.

At Least she has six months to live out her life the way she wants to before giving everything up. She might as well devote the time into learning how to master the poker face.

She’s been losing consecutively, and losing half her money in the process. It’s not her fault the cards dealt to her are the worst possible cards—as if they were hand picked by fate for her and her only.

“Fancy seeing you here.” She hears the familiar drawl of his voice and instantly looks up. “Don’t have anything to pray for tonight?”

Today, he is wearing a black colored peacoat and a gray scarf, hiding most of his face. Pieces of white blond hair fall across his forehead and all that is visible are his piercing eyes.

“What is the point of praying if your prayers go unanswered, hm?” She retorts to his taunt and deals a set of cards for the both of them.

As he takes the seat across the table, he looks at her like he almost feels pity for her but doesn’t say anything else. He orders them a bottle of Romanée-Conti and pours her a glass with such casual nonchalance that she almost forgets how expensive a single bottle is.

“If I win, you have to dance with me.” He raises his glass and reaches for the cards in front of him.

She looks at the dance floor of people in glittering gowns and debonair suits swaying. There is something so freeing about letting the ebb and flow of music guide your every move.

“Fine.” She agrees and begins to think about her wager. “If I win, you are going to tell me what you were doing at the church.”

He only nods in agreement. Those silver eyes are busy focusing on the cards and she is busy focusing on him.

He is magnetic. His movements are smooth and easy. she can’t resist the pull of him. She is so distracted by his presence that she doesn’t even realize he’s already won the game.

It’s a royal flush. She should have known.

“Shall we?” He asks, reaching his hands forward and she nervously grabs it, letting him guide her towards the middle of the dance floor.

The previously playing glitzy, loud jazz song is replaced by a softer tune and his large palm secures itself on her lower back, taking the lead.

By his movements, it is clear that he knows his time signature and footing. By his expression, it is clear that he must have been a reluctant learner.

She looks around them to notice that half of the dance floor is clear, and people have stopped dancing to look at them.

“Why is everyone staring at us?” She asks, looking up at him.

He dips his head a little lower so he can whisper into the shell of her ear. “They’re not staring at us.” He says. “They’re staring at you.”

She looks around again, and notices their eyes on her. Green, hazel, blue, brown. Confused, curious, questioning, prying.

“They are?” She asks and he chuckles.

“You see that man in the white blazer?” He asks, spinning her in a circle. She catches a glimpse of the aforementioned man and nods.

“The dunce has been looking at you all night.” He explains. “He paid the bartender to flood you with complimentary drinks.”

“I didn’t get any complimentary drinks.” She points out and he only smirks at her, obviously having something to do with why she didn’t receive her free beverages.

“One of the drinks was roofied with sleeping draught.” He snarls before dipping her. She feels her insides roil at revelation and he twirls her around and into his arms when he notices. With her back pressed protectively against his chest, and his chin resting on her shoulder, he moves her with the hum of the chorus.

“And that man with the fedora, sitting with his friends over there?” He gestures to another man with distaste in his eyes. “He called dibs on you.”

She rolls her eyes at the fedora man before looking up at her dance partner for the night.

“So this is you, showing your claim?” She challenges, wrapping her hands around the base of his neck to draw him closer. He exhales sharply.

Knowing that she only has six months of freedom remaining has made her reckless. Her mind is spinning out of control. The glorious scent of fresh mint and cologne coming from him isn’t helping much either.

“If I were to ever claim you, you’d know you were being claimed.” The divot in his cheeks grows deeper when he smirks. His eyes lower down towards her lips and she feels the need to lick her lips.

She draws him closer and he doesn’t protest.

For a moment, it is just the sound of music and their heaving chests as she leans in closer, desperate to get a little more.

And when she closes her eyes finally ready, she doesn’t feel his lips on hers. She doesn’t even hear his breaths—only screams and the sound of glass shattering.

She is no longer swaying on the dance floor.

She is laying face first on the floor, his body weight covering her as sparks of light go off in all different directions.

“Portego.” He says, holding out his wand to cast a shield around them.

“What’s happening?” She asks frantically, as she reaches for her own wand, only to realize she’s left it in her purse.

He wraps his free hand around her waist and pulls her closer. “Stay with me.” He says sternly, trying to cover as much of her from the line of fire as possible. Every ounce of mirth is gone from his features.

She doesn’t even know this man, or his name but she somehow feels safe with him in a way she hasn’t felt around anyone else.

“I’ve got you.” He reassures her and she nods, closing her eyes as the sparks and spells continue.

She covers her ears and squeezes her eyes shut, focusing on his pulse. Steady against where he presses onto her.

If she were to reach for a shard of broken glass and press into his chest, she knows he’ll bleed. He is human after all. Not some other wordly entity she assumed him to be. He even has the heartbeat to prove it.

When she finally opens her eyes, the speakeasy is covered in smoke. Broken pieces of furniture, shards of glass from liquor bottles and amber colored liquid cover the white marbled floor.

“Are you okay?” He asks her and she gives him a blank nod, trying to process the last few minutes.

He looks at her cheeks and shakes his head.

“No you’re not.”

“I’m okay.” She says again, this time trying to sound more convincing. He seems to buy it even less because he coils his hand under her knees and with one swift movement, carries her up in his arms.

His arms are surprisingly muscular and his chest is well built. She wants him to never put her down, but life isn’t technically fair.

When they reach a room at the back of the speakeasy, he carefully sets her down on a Mahogany desk. He summons a healing kit and begins to dab antiseptic potion on the cut on her cheek. She hisses at the sting and he gently blows cool air on it.

“What happened out there?” She can’t help but ask.

“Let's just say I have a handful of people that don’t particularly like me.” He says absently, still dabbing at her cut.

“What is this room?”

“It’s my office.” He shrugs. “Well, one of them.”

“You own this bar?”

“I own many things.”

The more questions she asks him, the more confused she gets with his open ended, unclear answers. Deciding to come back here for answers with a clearer mind, she wills herself to shut up and focus on the cool air he is blowing to her face. His face is so close to her.

“Gods, you’ve also managed to injure your knee.” He sighs, gently parting her legs to inspect the damage extending up to her inner thigh.

She snorts at his words and he arches a questioning brow at her. “What are you smiling about?”

“You said you don’t kneel before any god and here you are, saying his name.”

He just glares at her for a hot minute before returning to her bruised knee. The shield was unable to protect her from the broken glass on the floor.

“Move back.” He says, and she obeys, shifting a little backwards on the desk. “This leg on the table. That’s it.” His voice is stern yet gentle as he instructs.

Her dress is a tad bit too short and sitting that way on the table is risky. One wrong movement and she will be exposing herself to him.

“I’m going to clean the bruise up with murtlap essence and put a healing salve on it. It might hurt a bit.” He warns and she nods, too frazzled by his proximity.

He moves closer, observing the expanse of her knee to her inner thigh before using one of his hands to push her legs further apart. He cleans the bruises first, dabbing the salve-dampened cloth over it. The pain of it shoots through her receptors and she is left clawing the table.

“Almost done, now.” He murmurs. “I need you to relax and take a deep breath for me.”

She nods and watches as he begins to pluck out a shard of glass still lodged in her thigh. He furrows his brows in deep concentration, assessing the best way to go about doing it. The angle of it seems inconvenient for him, so he gently pushes both her knees apart and sets them on the table.

When legs are far enough apart, he places both his hands on her waist, gingerly pushing her further back to the table before sinking down on his knees in front of her.

“Do you trust me?” He asks, looking up at her. His peppermint breath caresses her clothed cunt and heat pools in her lower stomach.

“I do..” She murmurs.

“Good girl.” He says, reaching forward and yanking the shard of glass out before the sharp pain can even settle in.

His face is so close to her dripping heat, she can feel her arousal threatening to dampen the gauzy fabric of her panties. Silver eyes find hers and she wants to squirm under the intensity of his gaze.

“Now the murtlap essence.” He clears his throat to rid himself of the hoarseness in his voice and looks away from her, summoning a glass bottle with a non-verbal spell.

She closes her eyes and tries to think of the six months she has left, hoping the dread will turn her off. The pain from her leg and the pain in between her legs is making her nauseous.

She can’t think of anything else. Not when the only thing she sees is his blond head between her legs. His fingers are caressing her flesh and he is whispering healing spells, all of which are tickling her in all the wrong places.

“So good, my love. You’re doing so good. Just hold on a little longer.”

He is saying those words to calm her, but fuck they sound like praises. They certainly do not calm her down.

“And…done.” He looks up at her and smiles. For the first time, the dent forming on his cheeks is not from a smirk and she can’t tell which one is more attractive.

“Thank you.” She says, propping herself on her elbows to look down at him. She can’t help but reach forward to trace the smile lines on his face and surprisingly he melts in her touch for a moment before standing back up.

Only when he his fully standing in front of her with light specks of dust on the knee of his pants that she realizes what he’d just done for her.

He seems to notice this too because he looks away.

***

“It’s time.” Her mother pokes her head in through the door and looks at her. This isn’t the first time her mother has seen her in her dress and yet, she still sniffles.

“I just need a moment.” She answers, sucking in a breath and fidgeting with her cathedral length veil.

Normally her mother is rigidly punctual. Today she just places a small kiss on the top of her forehead and leaves her alone with her thoughts once more.

If has one regret in her life, it has to be not asking for the silver haired stranger’s name.

There has always been this kernel of stubbornness wedged deep inside of her heart. It is quite an inconvenient feeling to have when her life is a collection of consequences of other people’s actions.

But in moments like this, the feeling reminds her that she is supposed to forge her own destiny. No good ever comes out of accepting difficult circumstances without a fight.

She’s better than that.

In the end, It is the same stubbornness that makes her bunch the hem of her ballgown and storm outside the door.

The wedding can’t happen unless she says “I do” right?

(To be continued..)

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[natsusliljay04]

🐍Blame it on me💚

A Draco Malfoy x YN Potter story 💚🐍

CW: Angst, Mentions of suicide, death

You and Your Twin Brother Harry have finally got the opportunity to leave the dursleys behind after you got the invitation letters to hogwarts the school for Wizards Like you, and Hagrid came to pickyou up. While Harry hesitated a bit to answer you instantly said "I'll go with you!" To Hagrid.

when you arrived in hogwarts

A young boy caught your eye and you were looking at him with a slight smile "Who are you looking at?" He said. You encountered him with a confident "You silly. I am Y/N Potter by the way! Do you want to be friends?" The boy started laughing "Why should I Draco Malfoy be friends with a Potter?" Your smile faded away as he said those words "Oh... I- Sorry.." You turned away as you looked at your brother who was listening to Proffesor McGonagall as she explained the rules in hogwarts.

During the sorting ceremony you were a bit nervous hoping to become a Gryffindor just like your brother and as your name was called out you walked up and sit down. The sorting head started to think as it was put onto your ahead "hmm You have high potential, plenty of carriage as well i see.." It mumbled "She's a Potter just like you so she'll probably be Gryffindor." Harry's new found friend Ron said. "Hopefully.." Harry said looking at You sitting on the chair "How about.. Slytherin!" The hat said and then was taken off your head "What? A Potter here in Slytherin?" Draco didn't know anything else to do then just laugh at You "Stop it Malfoy." You said sitting down at the Slytherin table. "This can't be possible. You are a Gryffindor as well Harry!" Fred, one of

the Wesley twins, said "Well the hat wanted to put me into Slytherin as well but it didn't as I told it not to.." Ron looked at Harry a bit confused but did not know what to say.

As the Year went by you tried to become friends with Draco but he kept ignoring you and pushing you away. Still giving up was not an option. As the second Year Started you saw draco at the diagon alley as you were getting your books at Flourish and Blotts he was secretly sneaking glances at you to make sure your okay while you were reading books in the crowd. He walked down the stairs as you were about to leave. "Oh hello draco! How was your summer break?" You asked the Blond with a smile on your face. "It was great because i didn't have to see you all day." He answered in a way that hurted you a lot. "Now now Draco be nice to her." Lucius, Draco father said in a polite tone. "What ever father.." said Draco and rolled his eyes. One day during class you caught Draco looking at you and waved him in which he just looked back at the teacher "Weird.." you thought. Later Draco randomly came up to you and jokingly said "hey Y/N how are your Parents?" You looked at him silently "Ohh wait I forgot. They're dead." He laughed "Maybe you should pay them a little Visit.." If only he knew what he'd done now. You weren't seen for the rest of the Year and draco got concerned something happened. "Potter. Where is Your sister." Draco said as he walked up to Harry. "I don't know where she went she's in Your house so wait untill later maybe you'll see her in the common room." But that didn't happane. Teachers and Students have been searching for you for a while and Years went by untill 2 Years later in Year 4 the truth came out.

"Dear Students i am very sorry to say this but We have been informed that Y/N Potter has taken her life due to some for us unknown reasons." Dumbledore said a lot of students were shocked, especially draco. He got up from his table and left the great hall hurriedly running to the bathroom. "this is all my fault.. Why did I have to say this to her..." he said to himself and looked into the Mirror. "I'm an idiot.. why didn't I just confess my feelings to her..?!" He noticed Harry standing behind him in the reflection of the mirror "what did you say to her?" Draco looked down at the Sink "Potter.. I was making fun about Your parents and told her she should visit them... I-I didn't know what was riding me and If i would be able to undo it i would do it just to confess my feelings!" Harry stared at the Blond. He was outrageous and just wanted to punch then Slytherin. And thats exactly what happened, Harry, full of hatred and anger punched Draco who just wanted to.. apologies. "Why would you do Such a thing?!" Harry said before he grabbed dracos shirt and pulled him closer. "Why did you have to even take the last Family member I had away from me.." he was about to punch the Blond again but luckily for Draco, Dumbledore pulled Harry away. "I know this might be hard for you Harry but Draco will get his punishmen." Dumbledore said.

Years have passed and Draco still could not get over the death of you. He was not able to really love again cause his heart still remained to you. Every day if he had time he would go to your grave and sometimes leave some flowers there "Blame it on me i was the one who ruined it.." he said standing in front of your grave..

Hope you liked the story and as aleays i'm open for requests!

#harry potter #draco x reader #draco x reader angst

[loving-august]

dear mother and father.

๑.pairings: draco x fem!reader

๑.genre: fluff, slight angst, post war au, timeskip au + sfw!!

๑.synopsis: draco writing a letter for his parents about his life and you.

๑.warnings: none

๑.wc: 0.6k (629)

๑.house + status: any house except slytherin, muggle-born

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Dear Mother and Father,

It's been a while, hasn't it? After what all happened in the past and after what occurred after the war, I was left in misery. I was so lost in myself that I didn't even get to give myself a chance before I did. And that's why I left the wizarding community for a change. I want a fresh start. A fresh start without anyone seeing me as a bad guy, for in short: A Death Eater.

I never wanted to be a Death Eater in the first place, but somehow I did after the exchange if I decline and side with the potter. No one has to do it but only me, and so I did. 

I can't believe that I have to ask Granger and Potter about the muggle world. Their currency here is very different from ours which may take a while to get used to. Nonetheless, I managed to have my flat here and had a stable life. I hope you two are doing well there without me. 

And after all of the muggle things that I have encountered here in London, it wasn't so bad after all. Nobody knows you, and you get treated like everyone here the same unless you are some well-known politician, actor or actress, or just with the wealth you had.

But of course, I didn't do all of this survival myself, she helped me with the ropes here and that's why I made it this far. But before you decide to owl me, please of the love of Merlin, read the entire letter. She and I met in a silly situation where I was trying to get on this escalator. It's a muggle invention, where the stairs move by themselves. She at first laughed at me telling me that I didn't know the customs and I was probably living under a rock. To which I was offended.

She then asked me if I was from any wizarding schools. And we conversed a lot. It turns out, that she was attending Hogwarts until she left in the 5th year and proceeded to continue her life in the muggle world where she belongs. Probably from the ostracism in the wizarding community against muggle-borns and half-bloods.

In my life, I've never been this free. And she was the one who made it better. I confessed my feelings to her on a particular night, and it was perfect. She said yes and we've been together for 2 years and until now. And we've talked about how I'm going to work in the ministry. But before that, I'll need to go back to Hogwarts and finish my remaining year. She agreed and said that she'll be waiting for me until I finish my studies. How can I be so lucky? 

As you are reading this note, I'm currently attending my remaining year at Hogwarts. And forgive me for not telling you sooner, I just thought that I need to handle things on my own like an adult.

But before I end this letter, father, I know things may not have been smooth for the both of us, but I've been thinking that I'll be taking my girlfriend's last name. And I've decided on that. I just want to let you know. And mother, I hope you'll get to see the reason why because I'll be officially introducing you to her. And whether you both liked it or not, I'll be marrying her.

I'm certain that what happened in the past will definitely haunt me. Now that I got her, i feel safe. She and I are now happy. 

With me hoping for the chance that you both will get to understand my choices, I still love you both.

Sincerely yours,

Draco

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[spells-and-liquid-luck]

I'll fight with you - Draco x Reader

Draco tells you about his dark mark

Warnings: angst

"I can't do this Draco, I can't do this anymore." You cried. Quiet sobs leaving your body as your boyfriend Draco held you close to him. Whispering "It's okay, my darling. You'll be okay." Dumbledore was dead and you felt hopeless. You were worried about your friends and everybody that felt like Hogwarts was their home. Draco was strong and capable, but even he didn't believe the comforting words that left his mouth. Everything at Hogwarts was in shambles and everything was dark. He hadn't talked to you about what was really happening at Hogwarts. You knew everything about him, or so you thought. You didn't know about the one thing he was hiding. The only thing he has ever kept from you. Draco had become a death eater. He was the one standing at the astronomy tower when Dumbledore died. He was supposed to kill him. Hiding the dark mark from you was hard. He covered up his arm all the time, and he didn't want you to question it, but you have gone suspicious, but you didn't want to believe it. Last week you had heard Harry talk about the possibility of Draco becoming a death eater and that made you angry, so you told everybody to shut up and stormed out of the Great Hall. Now, here you were crying and scared getting held by the one person who made you feel safe. "I just want to run away with you and never look back." Holding on to him tightly scared that he might just dissappear like a ghost. "I love you, Y/N." He said with such a serious expression. His pale eyes met yours. It felt like he was looking right into your soul. He looked cold and broken. You pulled away from him. "Dray, what's going on?" "I have to tell you something, and it's going to be hard to understand." Your face changed into an expression of confusion and sadness. He rolled up his left sleeve slowly and you let out a gasp and quickly covered you mouth with your shaking hand. "No..what? Draco, I..I don't..I can't." You couldn't come up with a sentence. You could barely form words. You didn't want to believe it, but there he was. His sleeve rolled up revealing the dark mark. You stepped back from him tears streaming down your face. The one person who you felt like would never leave you and the one person who you trusted most in the whole world. Looking at your expression of hurt anger and sadness, he tried to hold on to you again. Feeling like the world was ripping you apart. You pulled away from him. Sighing and sobbing all you could let out was a simple question. "Why?" He sat down and put his hands on his face messing up his hair in the process. "I thought my father would be proud of me." He said with a dead and defeated tone. "Your father?" You almost screamed. The one who didn't want us together. The one who taught you to use all of those horrible names on people?" "What a fucking role model." Anger taking over and you began to cry again. Draco stood up right after you said that and said with gritted teeth. "I don't have a way out of this Y/N! I can't escape. It's either I did this or you, me, my family will die! He'll probably kill you first just so I can watch you die." He began to cry. "If something would happen, then I would no longer need a reason to live, and if you died and it was my fault I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I'd beg him to kill me. "You could've talked to me. We could've figured it out together. We could fight together. Defeat him together." He let out a breath. "I don't think that would be possible. All I want most in the world is to be happy and free. I'm a slave to my family. A slave to the Dark Lord." "Draco, you're better than this." Pointing to his forearm. "Your stronger than you think you are." Telling him in almost a whisper. He gently grabbed your hand and put a gentle kiss on it. "I'll fight with you." He held your hand and he joined you to the Battle of Hogwarts.

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[wh0reifyoudontexist]

y'all could you help me finding a draco fic plsss ?😭😭 i've been looking for it i can't find it, so if you happen to know what i'm talking abt can you drop the link or the author?

so basically the story's set after astoria died and scorpius is like grieving, and he has a sister, which is us, and scorpius is basically irritated by us and draco because we're a daddy's girl and he suddenly let's out everything that he has been bottling and accidentally slips out that draco wanted us aborted jdjsjsjw,, qnd like after that incident y/n isn't as close to draco anymoree,, please help meee, i haven't finished it yet and i forgot to like it

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[c1nnam00n]

me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines

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[lizlovell]

You're losing me

part 1

part 2

''Stop staring at her,it's creepy''

Pansy rolled her eyes at the blonde.

''It's not creepy,she is my girlfriend'', Draco replied, suprisingly for the first time since class started, ignoring everything else his friends were saying.

Pansy snorted,''Well apparently not''.

''Yeah man,why don't you just go talk to her instead of sending death-glares to everyone sitting next to her''

The words were simply ignored. Draco couldn't help it. He hated seeing her living like her life doesn't revolve around him anymore.

During the exam months before they take a break, all Draco thought about was to get away from you and all the tension built in your relationships. Being too busy under the exam pressure made him think your problems were nothing. He could see how your built up your guards up and how the dry conversations were cut short. He were annoyed that you kept on being strong for both of you although you were hurt. He didn't know how to handle,he couldn't find any word to make the situation better.So he ran away. But now that the exam pressure is gone, he found himself in the worse agnoy. He have to fix this.

...............................

''Y/N wait!''

''Y/N there are flowers for you in front of the common room..again''

''Miss Y/L/N, stop running in the hallway and bumping into everyone!The school is not a playground for Tag''

''Y/N I'm sorry i can't come to the library with you today''

It is an understatement to say the following weeks were funny and eventful for everyone at Hogwarts.They got some free shows to enjoy. It was a strange sight for them at first to see Malfoy trying to chase his former girlfriend. But then they got used to seeing you running in the hallway with Draco trying to catch up, flowers for you in the classes and in front of ur dorm, your friends getting paid to leave you alone, and everyone is just so invested to know what is going to be Draco's next move and how you are going to slip through it,again,some betting it won't last three weeks.

Despite you using all of your effort not to lose the bet and keep ur dignity, there you are again,back up against the walls and embraced in someone's warmth.

The familiar mixed scent of green apple and pine hovers and a wave of nostalgia washed over you with the familiar chest-ache.

There you are again– after nights and nights of crying your eyes out till they were dry– you find yourself pinned under the Draco fucking Malfoy against the cold stone wall of Hogswart .

''Y/N'', he voice cracked out of his throat betraying the tough act he is trying to put on. He just couldn't take it anymore. He can't stand the void that left him with dark circles under his eyes and he refused to believe you are doing well without him.

''Come back to me,love. I know you missed me too''

His eyes do not match the arrogance the words are carrying. You hate yourself for it but that longing gaze filled with sorrow and a tight grip on your waist was all it took to break down the self control you have tried so hard to build around you. He see right through you.

''Didn't you want this Draco, wasn't this what you wanted? away from me'',

''I was scared Y/N, i was so scared that i doubted us. So i ran away like a coward because i didn't know any better..i'm sorry'', he mean every apology he is saying.

''But now i'm scared to live without you, i don't want to be away from you,never again, please love, come back to me''

Your knees are weak and your vision is blurry. You taste something sour, is that a tear, are you crying again? ''Merlin,i'm so damn tired to crying'', you thought.

Soft lips pressed down on yours. You felt your stomach dropped. The taste of fire whiskey and your tears linger on your lips. A few sobs chocked out of you, feelings like you are finally woken up from a nightmare. All these touch and warmth,merlin knows how much you yearned for these. A sharp pain drew some blood from ur lips as if he is letting out all the frustration and finally finding comfort in it. The familiar feeling of belonging and love filled up the void.

''shouldn't have let you go my love''

Students of Hogwarts are going to be happy that they won't have to worry about falling victims to the certain couple's stunts and tantrums .

.....................................

I'm sorry this is rushed and bad but here's the ending >~<

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[satansapostle6]

The World Was On Fire And No One Could Save Me But You | D.M.

Warnings: Language. Violence. Mature Themes. Smut.

As Lord Voldemort rises to power, Death Eater legacies such as Draco Malfoy and Elise Selwyn are forced to join their ranks. Desperate to return his family to the Dark Lord’s good graces, Draco Malfoy is forced to fight alongside Elise in a war they never wanted any part in.

Part III

Part IV: A Shared Sin

The war was reaching Hogwarts. Security had been increased seemingly tenfold over the summer, and everyone just seemed miserable. Professor Slughorn had come out of retirement to teach Potions, and Professor Snape had finally been granted the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

I sat a few seats down the Slytherin table from Draco at dinner, and he seemed completely miserable. His ex-girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson, sat beside him, trying to coax him out of his mood. Evidently, it didn't work.

“Well, let's just hope Draco keeps his priorities straight. If he doesn't kill Dumbledore, he's fucked," I pointed out. 

"You all kind of would be," he reminded me.

"Yes, thank you for the reminder," I said wryly. "We'll be fine, because I can do it if I have to, no problem. I just hope it doesn't come to that. For his sake."

"Yeah... He seems pretty determined, though," Blaise commented.

“He's desperate," I disagreed, "There's a difference."

Blaise and I both ate in silence for the rest of the night. Neither of us were really talkers unless it came to casual gossip, which was why we got on so well. I left the Great Hall alone that night, heading out behind all the other Slytherins, before I felt someone walk up from behind me. 

  "Come with me," Draco Malfoy said in a low murmur. 

  "Why? Feel like paralyzing another orphan?" I quipped.

  "Just shut up and follow me," he snapped. 

I huffed exhaustedly, looking all around, making sure that no one was watching us before I followed him up the staircase.

“Fuck! Pansy’s coming!” Draco whispered. “No one can know about this! What do we do?!”

I looked down the corridor, seeing Parkinson as she started to come up behind us. I knew she’d be suspicious if she just saw the two of us lurking around at night. Thinking quickly, I went along with the first idea that popped into my head.

I sloppily threw my arms around Draco’s neck, pressing my face against his as I half-heartedly kissed him. He was shocked, initially protesting, but he quickly adapted so as to sell it to his ex, who knew him well. I was fairly surprised at how well he sold it. If I didn’t know any better, I would have been convinced he wanted me.

Draco wrapped his arms around me, frantically running his hands all over my back as he aggressively attacked my lips, praying Pansy believed that we were just snogging behind the pillar. I resisted the instinctive urge to slap him as his hands came to my waist, pawing at me the way I’m sure he had Parkinson and other Slytherin girls.

I eventually pulled away, slowly peeking around the corner to ensure that Pansy Parkinson was gone. Draco sighed with relief, the two of us slowly calming down after having one another’s tongues down our throats. Draco seemed to still need some calming down after a moment. The kiss had left him reeling, one way or another.

“Come on,” I told him urgently as he begrudgingly followed me up to the seventh floor.

“That was disgusting,” he muttered unnecessarily.

I refused to let his childish pettiness remain unmatched.

“Tell that to the roast you had for dinner,” I scoffed.

I didn't say another word as he followed me angrily.

“The Room of Requirement?" I looked up at him once he stopped. 

He nodded silently, standing still in front of the blank wall. He didn't have an issue getting the large metal doors to magically appear. They opened and we both stepped through, overly conscious of our surroundings the entire time. We discreetly walked into the room, the doors shutting behind us as a room full of clutter and strange artifacts appeared by magic.

I finally spoke up. "What exactly is your plan, Malfoy?"

“You'll see," was all he had to say. 

We maneuvered our way through the mountains of clutter toward a tall, dark wardrobe. He stopped in front of it, looking down at me expectantly. I examined it carefully, slowly running my hand along the smooth material. 

“It’s magic," I understood immediately. "A Vanishing Cabinet?" I guessed.

Draco nodded. "Yeah. I'm going to fix it. That's how I'm getting the others in here."

"Does it... connect to somewhere?" I deduced.

"There's another one in Borgin & Burke's," he informed me. 

"Hmm. Solid plan," I commended.

“You're going to help me mend this one, so that they form a passage," he added, staring at the cabinet. “That’s how you’ll be of use.”

I looked at him curiously. 

“You're actually going to accept my help?" I questioned.

"I don't have a choice," he muttered, still not taking his eyes off of the Vanishing Cabinet. "I can't afford to fuck this up."

“I'm glad we agree," I said softly.

"Do you know anything about mending these types of things?" he digressed, hyper-focused. 

"A few things," I considered. "I've never worked with one of these before, but I think I know how they're fixed. I've seen similar things brought in at work."

  "You work for your father?" Malfoy asked me.

I nodded. "I work at his warehouse in the summers."

"Why?" he questioned. "You don't need the money."

“No, but the experience and the connections don't hurt," I rationalized.

He nodded. "So. Do you know what we need to do this?"

"Yeah. And it's definitely in this room," I pointed out.

“How do we find it?" he asked me.

“Simple," I responded, looking at the table behind me. 

His eyes were fixed on the same spot as mine, and he saw as all of the necessary materials were suddenly on the small wooden table in front of us.

"You know, you're not as useless as I thought, Selwyn," Draco breathed.

"Hmm. And you're not as stupid as I thought," I offered. 

He just looked at me, scowling resentfully as he looked down at the various tools and materials. 

“So. Are we going to fix this damn thing, or are we going to stand around talking for the rest of the night?" he asked impatiently.

I just sighed, looking down at the items laid out on the table.

“Well. Let's get to it," I smiled sarcastically.

He gave me a nod of approval, and we got to work, first attempting to diagnose the problem with the Vanishing Cabinet. 

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[prttydolls]

miscommunications ❝ d . m ❞

sypnosis ; you were angry at draco for his assistant flirting with him, but what happens when you actually hurt his feelings?

warning(s) ; miscommunications, jelly!reader, angst

a/n ; thank you c, for the last name idea and noa & ani for motivating me🤍

you wanted to suprise draco because his company got over 5 thousand clients in one year.

you got him a cake, with bold letters stating “ congrats on the 5 thousand clients ! ”

you were skipping happily to dracos office when you suddenly see a scene you did not want to see.

you saw, martha wormwood draco’s newest assistant because his old one got fired for stealing all the company supplies for their own greedy reason.

she was flirting with draco, and he wasn't even bothered to tell her to bugger off or something.

you felt so, angry with him. he didn't even mind the fact she was touching him all over the place! he probably even enjoyed the attention he was getting from the famous martha. you just left the cake on the floor outside his office and stormed out the building.

you needed to cool off.

• a few hours later . . .

you were currently smoking on your front porch, you werent waiting for draco no. draco was far from your concern, he could stay in that stupid office of his and let martha rub herself all over that pathetic twat-

“hey.”

you turned to see it was draco, you rolled your eyes at him and replied ; “oh, i thought you werent coming home.” with obvious sarcasm.

he sat down next to you at the swing, looking confused. “whats that supposed to mean?”

you scoffed at him for being so clueless, “nothing, anyways how was your day?” you quickly changed the topic before he qould realise what he done.

“uhm, well .. its been quite tiring i could need some stress reliever...” he said as he motioned his hand onto your inner thigh, god this man was hot- you almost forgot anout your cold attitude towards him.

“yeah, no.” you quickly moved away, dracos eyes quickly widened, did he just- make you uncomfortable? that was never his intention?

“darling? did i make you uncomfortable? im very sorry i know i shouldn't-” he apologized.

no, you werent uncomfortable you just didn't wanna deal with him after what you saw in his office.

“no, you didn't. shouldn't you have that martha girl to help you relieve your stress?” you spat harshly at the blonde.

“what? what about martha?”

“oh please! dont act dumb, i saw her flirting with you in the office when i came by to drop the cake, but obviously you were too busy with wormwood to even notice your so called ‘love of your life’ passing by!”

draco was shocked at your sudden outburst, you rarely raised your voice around him.

“i- what?, i didn't even notice-”

you let out a cold laugh at his response, “ofcourse you dont notice things , afterall you were draco malfoy. YOU NEVER NOTICE THINGS! ugh, your just like your father! always so careless around womens hearts!” you quickly slapped your mouth with your hand, fuck. you messed up, big time.

“wait no- draco i didn't mean like that-” you explained, draco already looked like he was about to cry.

He never wants to me compared to his father, even it was from his mother, friends etc.

he didn't expect it to be you saying that to him.

“is that what you think of me huh? that im like my father?”

you instantly shook your head as a "no", you felt terrible. draco looked like he was about to cry.

“y/n, i didnt expect this from you.”

.....

no words were exchanged for a minute or two.

“im staying at blaise for the night, im sure you wouldn't want a man whos careless about a womans heart around you.”

• the day after the fight . . .

you felt so disgusted with yourself, you hurt your own husbands feelings.

you were sulking in the manor, alone.

you walked around the halls , until you saw draco in his study sobbing. you didn't wanna disturb him, but your heart broke at the sight.

draco was facing at the side of the couch, him laying down and crying.

“im such a bad husband, maybe y/n is right...im like my..- my father.. god how did i even mess this marriage thing up ...”

you wanted to hug him and console him that no, he didnt mess up you did. you were just so angry at martha , you took it out on draco and you felt shit about it.

but both of you needed to just have space for now. so you just left him sobbing at the couch, as guilt slowly eats you alive.

• 2 days later . . .

guilt, the feeling that you have been experiencing for the past 2 days. you needed to apologize to draco, but it was like he was ignoring you and that drove your mind crazy.

this was the first time, in seven years of dating, and two years of being married that a fight has lasted over TWO whole days .

yes, of course you and draco weren't a perfect couple there was ups and downs, and bumps in your relationship but you both loved each other endlessly.

when you used to fight, you both cant sleep while being mad at eachother.

always resolve conflict before bed.

now, that rule was broken over a silly little argument.

you lit up a cigarette, and sat down at the porch.

suprisingly draco sat down next to you shortly after you sat down. there was an awkward but comforting silence between you two.

“l-look, i-” this was now or never y/n.

“im sorry what i said 2 days ago.. i w-was just so upset at martha- and didnt even give you a chance to explain your side.. im so sorry draco..” you confessed, as your eyes turned glossy.

draco cooed at your teary eyes, and held your cheeks.

“im sorry too, i should've- I should've told martha to fuck off, i am so sorry i should have been really considerate in picking my assistants.”

you giggled at him as you threw your *now unlit* cigarette somewhere on the ashtray .

“we are really stupid over fighting something silly.” you laughed. “yeah, we are. i promise id fire wormwood tommorow alright?”

you nodded at him and kissed him lovingly, you were so lucky to have this man.

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[ageofstarkey]

lucky i love you ✰ m. riddle

summary: you and matthéo had an argument the night before, and he still hasn’t apologized.

pairing: bf!matthéo riddle x reader

warnings: hmmm maybe slightly toxic matthéo?? lowkey?? idk y’all can decide for yourselves!! slight angst, nothing else really??

note: okay i don’t love the ending but i still think it’s cute so i’m posting anyway!!! i’m such a sucker for slightly toxic matthéo who’s soft for u and u only :’)

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“is there a reason you’re not talking to me?”

you startle softly at the sound of matthéo’s voice. you’d been intently ignoring him since he found you in the library, still quietly hurt about what he’d said the night before.

every inch of you longs to give in - you were never very good at staying mad at him - but you stubbornly refuse to move a muscle, lips turned downwards in a barely-there pout. you flick your eyes upwards, but only for a moment, offering him a shrug.

matthéo sighs in this defeated way that tugs at your heart. “i can’t make things better if you don’t tell me what i’ve done wrong, sweetheart.”

it’s your turn to sigh. when you look back up, you let your gaze linger - far past the point of caring if matthéo sees the stubborn little tears that pool in your waterline. “you should know what you did wrong, théo. i shouldn’t have to tell you.”

he’s silent for a few moments, before a look of understanding settles on his handsome features. “are you still upset about last night?”

another shrug. you can’t bring yourself to respond. you want him, no - you need him to piece it together for himself.

suddenly, matthéo’s chair scrapes loudly against the floor. he’s behind you in a few quick steps, and then you’re gasping sharply as he drags your chair away from the table. “matthéo! what are you-” he spins the chair suddenly towards himself, before crouching on the ground at your feet.

“darling - i’m sorry.” his hands find your thighs, fingers gripping firmly at the soft flesh as he looks up at you. “i’m sorry for being an arse, and i’m sorry for not apologizing sooner.” his thumbs trace absentminded circles into your skin as he speaks. “you haven’t done anything wrong - merlin, i don’t think you could ever do anything wrong - and i’m sorry for treating you the way i did.”

you open your mouth once, twice - trying to respond - but you can’t seem to find the right words. a lone little tear rolls slowly down your cheek, and matthéo’s quick to swipe it away with his thumb. with a sad little smile, and a softness in his eyes that seems to be reserved for you alone, he continues. “i know i’m not good at… at this - at being a boyfriend - but i am trying. and i promise that i’ll get it right it eventually.”

you’re silent for a few moments, but your lips tug upwards in a fond little grin you can’t seem to suppress. with a shake of your head, you place your hands on either side of matthéo’s face, leaning down to kiss him softly. “you are so lucky i love you, riddle.” your words are murmured softly against his lips, but you feel his smile and know he hears you.

“i know”

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[littlemissnoname13]

Anatomy Book (D.M)

Summary: She meets him at her university lecture and they strike up an instant bond. And as the story always goes. She falls in love with him. But on a seemingly mundane day the world turns on its axis, leaving her life upside down.

Warnings: angst, mcd, mentions of drinking and throwing up, only implied smut, some coarse language, implied car wreck, read at your own discretion.

Au: Modern (Draco Malfoy x Female!reader)

Words: 3209

A/n: third queued post. This one is a bit angsty and is told via flashbacks. Hopefully the transitions aren’t too messy. I haven’t proof read it so please excuse silly errors. 🥲

Master list

Today

It is an incredibly ordinary day.

The overcast sky strewn with heavy clouds that look ready to burst open any moment is only adding to the dullness of it all.

An indie record is playing from the spinning record on the turntable—the melodies bleeding into the chiming of the cash register and the clinking of cutlery to create a soft tune, repetitive enough to put her to sleep.

The buttery, sweet, inviting smell of raisin bread just out of the oven fills the air of the cafe and she has half a mind to get up and buy herself some.

Maybe after finishing her coffee. She doesn’t really care.

For the first time in months, she has nowhere to be. Classes are canceled and she has no plans or any social obligations whatsoever.

She is free to go to that art show happening later in the day. She is free to read that one book she’d been wanting to read for the longest time. She has all the time needed to strip off that hideous paint job at her campus housing and yet, she finds herself sitting by the window of this outré excuse for a coffee shop in the middle of nowhere.

Another batch of freshly made bread is being taken out from the oven and she takes it as a sign to get her arse up and buy some. Only, she never makes it to the counter. The vibration of her phone in her pocket causes her to take a detour.

Rain is starting to pour by the time she steps out of the cafe to receive the phone call from an unknown number.

Frustratingly long minutes pass by as she stands out in the rain, stiff and unmoving while she listens to what the person on the other end has to say.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” She quietly says into the receiver when the person is done speaking. “I’m on my way now.”

When she finally presses the end call button, the day no longer feels ordinary. The drive back to her house and the painfully long stagger to her wardrobe suddenly seem like events that will painfully brand themselves into her memories for as long as she shall live.

As for mid afternoon phone calls out of the blue?

She is positive she will dread them from here on out.

She lets his fingers glide along the fabrics hanging neatly in the closet and pulls out a dress.The inky black fabric reminds her of him. She often wonders if his black suits were simply a means to protect himself, make him look unapproachable.

“No one can hurt you if you don't let them close enough.” He used to say.

She understands that now.

****

6 months ago

Standardised tests were designed by the devil, she was sure.

She’d spent the last few weeks throwing back espresso shots and stubbing out countless HB pencils, only to place second in the entire class.

The boy currently sitting in front of her in the lecture hall had one-upped her by pretty much a landslide.

She wasn’t meaning to snoop but he had his test results open in a tab on his laptop. He was fast asleep and his white blond hair was defying gravity by poking in every direction imaginable.

His mouth was slightly parted and his shoulders were heaving up and down with the steady inhale and exhale of his breaths.

She’d spent half a semester in this class already and this was the first time she’s seen him. In her defence, she had been busy jotting down every word that came out of the lecturer’s mouth. In retrospect, most of the things weren’t even useful.

For a split of a second she wanted to tap him on the shoulder and place the styrofoam cup of coffee she bought for herself in his hand. She was yet to drink from it and he looked like he needed it more than she did.

She scanned through her mental memory folder for a name but she couldn’t remember ever seeing him in class. So while the lecturer continued with his presentation slides, she assigned every single boy name she could think of to the mysterious stranger in front of her to see if it would match.

None of them did.

There was just something otherworldly about him. Not in a he’s-an-alien type of way but more in a he-could-be-celestial type of way. He reminded her of stars and constellations and everything distant and unreachable. Something on could only look at and not touch.

When the painfully long lecture seminar was finally over, everyone gathered their things and scampered out of the hall like they’d been held there against their will. She too slung her bag on her shoulder and got ready to leave.

He was still sleeping and she was too afraid of waking him up.

On her way out, she placed her still warm and untouched coffee cup on his desk and came up with a made up name for the boy who reminded her of the stars.

Draco.

****

When she entered the lecture hall the very next morning, she found a styrofoam cup waiting for her in her usual seat.

In front of her was Draco, or whatever his real name was. His glasses were resting on his nose and his brows were scrunched up in deep concentration at something on his laptop screen.

She quietly settled into her seat and lifted the styrofoam cup. On it was her name scribbled in a messy scrawl of the campus barista’s handwriting.

“Extra shot of espresso.” His voice came out in a gruff whisper. He was still facing the presentation slide.

“Thank you….” She whispered back, trailing off when she realised she can’t call him by the made up namesake in her head.

“Draco.” He said, tilting his head slightly backwards to look at her with eyes that were grey and gleaming like they’d absorbed all light in the universe. “I’m Draco.”

And at that moment she could easily confirm that there was no other name more suitable for the man in front of her.

****

Three weeks ago

Morning coffee became a ritual and Draco Malfoy became a friend to her. Even on days where he couldn’t come to class, he’d somehow get a cup sent to her.

The coffee, she’d enjoy. His absence, not so much.

It was a little over five in the evening when she was studying in her room at the campus housing when she heard the knock on her door.

It was him in his usual black turtleneck sweater plus a MacBook and a paper tray holding two cups of coffee.

“Catch me up on today’s class?” He quirked a brow at her.

She took the tray off his hand and led him inside. Having him in her room made her incredibly self conscious. She wished she’d put away the clothes laying on her hamper, and she wished she had better clothes on.

“Only if we finish up in an hour.” She said, “I’m meeting a friend for drinks later.”

“I leave for one day, and you replace me.” He curled his fist into a ball and stabbed at his chest with an invisible knife. “My heart’s shattered and smashed.”

“You’re so dramatic.” She settled down next to him on the edge of her bed. “You can join us if you want to.”

His eyes danced around while he contemplated his final answer. Then, he shrugged. “Okay,then.”

Thinking back, it was a terrible terrible idea.

****

After she introduced Draco to Astoria, the three of them threw down some shots at the bar.

They were tipsy to the point where bad songs sounded good enough to jump around and dance to but sober enough that they could walk Astoria home. After bidding Astoria goodbye, she threw up in a trash can and he almost threw up solely because she did.

Her head was reeling but she was just happy to walk home with him. Well, she assumed she was walking because she was too messed up to realise he was carrying her.

Draco carried her all the way up to her floor and gently lowered her into her bed. Then, he walked to the kitchenette to fetch a glass of water.

“Drink.” He instructed, kneeling on the floor next to her bed. She could never get over how bright his eyes were. She loved them.

“You know, the first time I saw you, I drove myself up a wall trying to guess what your name was?” She mumbled. Alcoholic beverages always made her talk too much.

“Really?” He chuckled, pushing strands of hair behind her ears. “What name was your top guess?”

“Draco.” She hiccuped.

“Yeah?”

“I mean, my first guess was Draco.”

“How come?” He asked, looking at her in awe.

She wanted him to look at her that way all the time. It felt so good.

“Well, you definitely did not seem like a David, or a Michael or even a Samuel.” She continued. “Every name I thought of just didn’t go until I thought of Draco. I guess It was a lucky guess.”

He leaned over and pressed a kiss onto her forehead and she melted right into him.

“I love that you’re named after a constellation...I love you.” She said out loud even though she didn’t mean to.

He backed away, and cleared his throat. “Food.” He said hurriedly. “You need to eat something, I’ll go check your fridge.”

She tried to not think about the sharp pang in her chest.

He left her with her thoughts and went through her empty fridge. When he found nothing, he pulled out his phone and ordered bagels to be delivered from the only restaurant that was open.

“My aunts are named Bellatrix and Andromeda” He offered, sitting back down next to her.

“Really?”

“And your mum?”

“Narcissa.” He kissed her forehead again. “I know it’s a bit of a deviation from the theme.”

“So are you going to name your children according to the theme or deviate?” She asked and he looked away, fidgeting at his phone.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll stick to the theme.”

“Really?” She arched her eyebrows, propping herself up on her elbow to get a better look at him. “I’m surprised because you called children miniature cretins when we were at the park the other day.”

“I’m pretending like I didn’t hear you.”

“No.” She protested. “Now I have to know what name you have in mind.”

He chucked his phone away onto the dresser and looked at her with conviction. “Scorpius.” He finally said. “Unless you have something better in your genius mind.”

“And what about girl names?”

“You tell me, since you seem to be such an expert on the matter.”

She rolled her eyes at him and punched him jokingly in the arm. He was surprisingly muscular under his shirt because her knuckles hurt.

“Elain.” She said mid laugh. “I like the name Elain.”

***

Saturday 7:47 A.M.

Astoria: I swear off alcohol for the rest of my life. 🤡. How are you coping?

Y/n: I feel like a zombie. I would have probably died of dehydration if it weren’t for Draco

Three dots appeared on her screen and vanished.

Y/n: Astoria?

Astoria: so, is it safe to assume you guys are a thing? 🍆🍑🔥

Y/n: we’re friends 😒

Astoria: Really?

Y/n: yes really. Why?

Astoria: I don’t know. He’s hot though.

Y/n: Do you like him?

Three dots appeared on her screen again before vanishing.

Astoria: yes?😣

Now it was her turn to type and erase. Her thumbs did a little dance around her keypad and as she thought of an appropriate reply.

Astoria: I’m gonna back off if you like him. I just thought I’d come clean with you. That’s all.

Y/n: I don’t like him like that.

Astoria: you sure?

Y/n: yes.

Saturday 5:56 P.M

Draco: Astoria me if I wanted to go get coffee later

Y/n: Oh.

Draco: I told her I have plans to study for the final exams with you.

Y/n: we can reschedule if you’d like

Draco: Why would I want that?

Sometimes, people say things without thinking it through and regret it later. This was that moment for her.

Y/n: I don’t know. Look, you should go get coffee with her if you want to. We have covered more than half of the suggested readings anyway.

Draco: Okay then.

Y/n: Okay then.

****

Two weeks ago

Draco didn’t go for coffee with Astoria.

At around twelve in the morning, she heard a knock on her door. And of course, it’s Draco sanding in front of her, minus the usual coffee.

“I don’t want to study right now, go awa—”

He stepped into the room and crashed his lips into hers without warning and she stumbled a little hitting her coat hanger.

His mouth is hot on hers and his hands are firm and knotted into the hairs at the nape of her neck.

“If you think this will make me agree to studying with you, you’re wrong.” She said in between kisses. “I have seen your test scores, you don’t need me.”

He backed away and looked her straight into the eyes and her legs suddenly felt like they were made out of soggy spaghetti. She would never get used to his eyes. If he was in fact a constellation, his eyes were Eltanin. The brightest star.

“But I do.” He said, his voice gravelly. “I do need you.”

***

Day before Yesterday

His Human Anatomy book is currently left face down on the floor next to the two styrofoam coffee cups along with the torn remains of her lace panties.

This time, they were at his apartment.

After the late night kiss, things had kind of escalated.

They’d spent a few days acting like it had never happened until lust bubbled over them and poured out in never ending abundance.

He had been reading about the human heart when she had kissed him and now she was in his bed.

She knew she’d have to leave soon.

In between the softness of his lips pressed onto the base of her neck as she watched his chest heave up and down in quiet contentment, she must have lost track of time.

He smelled of soap, aftershave and a promise of a heartbreak that can leave a person crippled with agonising pain. She inhaled the heady, seductive scent once and wondered if she could call herself a masochist if she secretly enjoyed the idea of her heart getting broken by him.

Draco opened only one of his eyes to look at her as if to make sure the moment was real. When he saw her, his head fell back onto the pillow and he let out a quiet breath.

“So you are real.”

“So I am.” She said, chuckling as she shifted her body weight away.

The sky was getting darker and darker, racing towards nightfall. She knew she was going to have to get up and leave any minute now and the idea of it pained her.

How could she convince herself to leave when he was reaching for her hand the moment she tried to step out of bed? Draco looked at her as if he was pleading her to stay and she was forced to swallow the lump forming in her throat.

Even while they were having sex, she had told him that she loved him and he had never said it back to her.

She wouldn’t be able to hook up with him in a casual sense.

She didn’t want to.

“I can’t stay, it wouldn’t be appropriate.” She sighed, gently pulling her arm away so she could pick up her bra from the foot of the bed.

He had left a blueish purple bruise on her neck and she felt a sharp prickle in her heart when she remembered the way he dipped her head back so he could plant rough kisses all across her jaw.

“I’d better get going.” She said to him and he jerked from the bed to meet her gaze.

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

She took a moment to contemplate.

Of course she wanted to come back tomorrow even though her head kept telling her she shouldn’t. So for safe measure, she decided to put an end to this for her own sake.

“I can’t.” She answered, trying to keep a cool exterior. “I’m sorry.”

“You're sorry?”

“I’m sorry this happened and I’m sorry I love you. I wish I could take all it back.”

“You don’t mean that.” He shook his head.

“I do.”

She picked up the remainder of her clothes and left, closing the door the the idea of them forever.

****

Today

Everyone is wearing black and she hates it. She doesn’t want to wear another article of black clothing for the next decade.

His mother, Narcissa greets her at the entrance. She is just as beautiful as her name.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Mrs. Malfoy.”

“Thank you for coming on such short notice. Draco always talked about you and I thought he would have liked it if you came.”

“He talked about me?” Her voice comes out rugged and shaky. She is dazed that this is even happening. On her drive here, she had convinced herself that it was all a nightmare but now it feels too real to be a nightmare.

“Every time he came down to the manor to see me.” Nascissa sniffles into a tissue. “He wasn’t supposed to drive down here yesterday. He came here to get a book about constellations from our library. Said it was important.”

She can’t breathe. The world is getting smaller and smaller.

“The book he took from the library perished with him it seems but the police was able to retrieve this book from the back seat of his car.” Narcissa hands her a book and leaves greet two people just entering before she can say anything back.

It is his Anatomy book, worn around the edges after being carried around in his bag too often.

The pages fall open to a page about the human heart. There, under an anatomically correct diagram of a human heart are four words she would never get to hear him say.

“I love you too.”

“I love you too.”

“I have always loved you.”

Tears flow down in violent streams across her cheeks as she flips to the next page.

In his handwriting, she sees the names of the two brightest stars of the Dragon Constellation.

Eltanin

Aldibain

He had circled El from Eltanin and Ain from Aldibain and scribbled Elain in cursive next to them.

She had never explained to him why she’d picked Elain that night but he had somehow figured it out. She guesses the conclusion of Elain was drawn with the help of the book of constellations.

Sobbing, she hugs his anatomy book in her chest and weeps till her eyes are bloodshot and irritated.

Back in the time of the ancient Egyptians, Thuban aka Alpha Draconis, used to be the pole star. Looking up at it would point to the true geographical north.

Then, there was a slight wobble in the Earth’s axis causing Polaris to be the new pole star.

Draco is not dead.

Not to her.

In about 23,000 years, the earth will drift and Thuban will be the pole star again

She tells herself that her time without him on this earth is but a shift in her axis. There will come a time when she’ll see him again.

For Draco is forever above the horizon.

Draco never sets.

****

End notes

She was supposed to die but I did a swap in the final draft. I have never ever killed off Draco in a story and writing this physically pained me.

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Omg I have a THEODORE NOTT request for you

Super duper angst hurt comfort

Theo’s dad basically hurts the reader and sends her back to Theo as a warning to stay away from such mudbloods and its just heart wrenching guilt and hurt and tending to her wounds through treat

Song: Half a Man by dean lewis perhaps?

I already have.

✩Theodore Nott x Reader (request)

Summary: The one where Theo has the one person he loves the most hurt by his worst nightmare. Alternatively: He thinks he’d rather die than see you in pain.

A/N: I DID MANAGE TO DO IT BY TODAY!!! I’ll be responding to the next few requests soon. You said comfort but didn’t specify a happy ending 😺

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, blood.

Theodore Nott never expected to fall in love.

It seemed rather bleak for him, to be honest. He didn’t have the time to think about love when he was too busy wrapped up in navigating the life he had ahead of him.

One couldn't blame him though. With his family as the only example of what love could be, he certainly didn't have a good impression.

Theodore couldn’t recall a single time when he had seen his father treat his mother with kindness or respect.

Let alone love? A truly laughable notion.

Theodore's father had not shown a single ounce of love to his wife, or Theodore. Even on that godforsaken day when Theodore had witnessed his mother die, his father had simply delivered a swift strike to his face and told him to ‘man up.’

So to put it simply, The absence of love in his family cast a shadow over his perception of relationships, making it difficult for him to fathom the idea of falling in love himself.

Then you came.

You came, and god, Theodore doesn't remember how he lived without you. It wasn’t a whirlwind love, a sort of fell fast and hard, rather you entered his life like a slow and steady rain, seeping through the foundations of Theodore's life till you had consumed them completely, crumbling them down against his own will.

It rained, and you became the quiet storm, soft yet unyielding.

Love came like the easiest thing when he met you. It wasn't foreign, or a distant concept; instead, it felt like the most natural and effortless occurrence in Theodore's life. Love with you was as simple and uncomplicated as breathing, a seamless rhythm that he hadn't known was missing until you came along.

You were more than shocked when Theodore admitted he didn’t think he could ever fall in love. The boy, who loved you as though he was born to (he argues he was), who would so tenderly kiss your forehead and hold your hand, not capable of love? The one who would leave his coat for you during the winter months and bring a spare scarf because, he knew you were stubborn, and he was worried you'd get sick, not deserving of love?

You kissed him deeply and made him swear he'd never think of that ever again.

You reminisced on Theodore like some sort of lovesick fool separated by war from their lover, though it was merely only the summer holidays. Whilst Theodore would want nothing more than to come with you, his father demanded his presence back at home. You knew little about Theodore's mother, and even less about his father. Anything leading up to a conversation about them would simply result in Theodore immediately redirecting the conversation, becoming a tad more guarded for the next day or so.

It’s not that he didn’t trust you, because he wholeheartedly did. He would place his beating heart in your hands even if you had a knife in the other, for he trusted you that much.

No, in fact, it was the very opposite. Theodore knew you, and he refused to let you ever get involved in that part of his life. He swore he would never let his father even lay his eyes on you.

He would have loved for his mother to have met you. He doesn't remember her that well, but he's sure, some sort of instinctive feeling within him, that she would have loved you.

You had been back in Hogsmeade a mere 2 days before school had started, to stockpile on some supplies for school.

Students were permitted to start returning to Hogwarts three days before school began, and you would always go back early, valuing having the near-empty castle. It meant you could settle back into a school routine comfortably, and have some time alone before school resumes.

It also gave you time to do stuff for Theodore. You didn't know much about what went on at his house, but assuming from the way he’d come back absolutely exhausted with bags under his eyes, you figured it wasn't good.

It seemed to be the same routine almost every time you'd come back - he comes over to your dorm (luckily for you, all your dormmates essentially lived in their boyfriend's dorms, as they were all friends with one another, so you had it all to yourself 99% of the time). He’d kiss you hello and wordlessly take off his shoes and jacket. You’d lie on your bed and he’d come lie on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He would rest his head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat soothing him, as he listened to you talk about your holidays till he fell asleep, feeling safe for the first time, unburdened by his worries.

He’d sleep, and you'd trace the furrow of his brow. You ached for the ability to just, alivieate him of everything he carried so close to him. But you knew that healing was a long journey, and you'd be there for him on the way.

You wander around a little bookstore, finding a book for you and Theodore to read. You paid for the copy, turning to leave the shop when you bump into a man.

You quickly offered a polite apology, even though his cold gaze and disdainful demeanour sent a chill down your spine.

Those eyes. They were oh so familiar to the very striking eyes of the boy you so loved. Come to think of it, the hair was the same too. Was this…..

"Watch where you're going, girl," he spat, his voice dripping with disdain

You clenched your jaw, swallowing the anger that threatened to surface. Keeping your composure, you replied evenly, "I apologize if I inconvenienced you, sir."

His eyes then flickered to the books in your hands, a sceptical look crossing his face. "You are a student at Hogwarts? What year?" he sneered.

You took a deep breath before responding, "Final year, sir."

Seeing an opportunity to shift the dynamics, you gestured towards Theodore's family resemblance. "You must be Theodore's father. The resemblance is striking."

His eyes narrowed, and he asked with an air of suspicion, "How do you know Theodore?"

You hesitated for a moment but decided to be honest. "We're dating."

Theodore's father raised an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and derision on his face. "Dating, are you?" he scoffed. "Tell me, girl, who are your parents? Perhaps I've heard of them."

A small smile tugs at your lips as you shake your head, responding. "I doubt you would know them. They're Muggles."

His expression darkened, and a look of pure contempt appeared on his face. "Muggles? Muggles?" He snarls, taking a step closer to you.

Theodore's father's face contorted with disgust, and his voice dripped with venom as he continued, "You, a pathetic Muggle, dare to pollute my son's bloodline? You're nothing but filth, tarnishing the Nott family name with your presence."

You felt a surge of anger and fear. This is what Theodore was trying to keep from you. That his family were prejudiced against your very existence.

Without warning, he roughly grabbed your arm, his grip tightening painfully. The pain shot through you, and you winced.

"Listen closely, Mudblood," he hissed, tightening his hold. "You're nothing more than a passing fancy for my son. If you have any sense, you'll sever ties with him before you bring further shame upon yourself."

Without a second to let you answer, he releases his grip on you, spinning on his heel as he storms out of the store. It takes you a second to recuperate and process what the fuck had just gone on before you turn and quickly dash out of the store, trying to catch a glimpse of his father. Sure enough, you spot him disappearing down a narrow alley.

Before you can stop to think, you chase after him, shouting as you do.

“Hey!” You snap, closing in on the distance.

Theodore was correct in one thing. He knew you well. And he knew that if you ever knew of his father, you’d get involved.

His father’s long black cloak billowed behind him, disappearing down a narrow alleyway that seemed to swallow his wrath. Fueled by a mixture of hurt and anger, you hurried after him, determined to address the injustice he had just unleashed.

Desperation laced your anger-fuelled shouts as you closed the distance. His brisk pace showed no signs of slowing, and as you reached out to grab his arm, the narrowness of the alley made it easy for him to turn around swiftly.

"How dare you touch me, you wretched Mudblood!" he hissed, his eyes ablaze with hatred.

Before you could react, he unleashed a hex.

It hit you with an intensity that sent a shockwave of pain radiating through your body. The force of the curse flung you backwards, and you collided with the cold stone wall, gasping for breath. A searing pain radiates throughout your body, and you cough, looking down. It was akin to some sort of slash, as though he had hit you with an invisible thing, a clean cut on your thigh, and arm. You see a drop of blood drip down onto your skirt and, dazed, bring your hand up to your face. You feel something wet, and when you pull your hand back it has a crimson red glistening on your fingertips, and-

oh.

There was a cut on your face too.

As you steadied yourself, you felt the searing pain intensify, a burning sensation spreading from the point of impact on your arm. Theodore's father approached with a malevolent satisfaction etched across his face. He looms over you, glaring down at you.

"You'd do well to heed my warning, Mudblood," he sneers, his voice low and menacing. "Stay away from my son, or next time, the consequences will be even more severe."

He cast a disdainful glance at your injured form before straightening up, his dark cloak billowing as he walked away without a second thought.

You took a deep breath, shuddering as you braced your palms against the cobblestone floor of the alleyway. You push yourself up, wincing as you try to ignore the throbbing pain in your body as you gingerly get up.

You gather your scattered belongings and look around, seeing nothing but the near-empty village. Summoning every ounce of strength, you began to limp back towards the castle, the weight of humiliation pressing down on your shoulders.

You felt exposed. The idea that Theodore had hidden such a massive thing from you, made you feel all the more humiliated.

You keep your head down and soon enough appear at Hogwarts. It doesn't give you the happiness it usually does, rather you just want to go back to your room and change, and sleep.

It was at this moment that you were rather glad that you decided to come back early, for you can only imagine the looks you'd get if it was packed full of students.

Exhausted, and simply just over it, you make your way up to the dorm. There are only two other students you spotted on the way, but they were far too busy snogging the daylights out of one another to notice you.

It reminded you of…

Theodore.

How would you face Theodore? Did you want to face Theodore?

No, you resolved, you didn’t. You couldn't comprehend keeping such a key detail from someone, let alone the person you loved. Why he did that to you, you’d never understand.

You unlock your dorm room door, dropping your bag at the door, You look up and to your utter confusion, see Theodore sitting on your bed. He looks up at you, the smile on his face very quickly replaced with a deep frown.

He gets up, and-

oh.

Never mind.

You did want to be near him.

You really wanted to be near him.

It was stupid really. You didn’t feel like crying at all, but the second you saw Theodore, that feeling very quickly resolved into the urge to bury your face into your chest, and not stop.

So you did.

Theodore's arms envelop you, and he holds you impossibly tight. He swears every sob that comes from you chips away at his being and he soothes you, rubbing your back as he holds you.

Theodore can count the number of times he's felt pure anger on one hand. Sheer rage. The type that consumes you from the inside out. Once when he was 8, and his mother passed away. He remembers hearing his father disregard the whole thing with such cruel indifference he felt as though a fire was blazing him from the inside out. As with many young wizards his age, he did not know how to control this magic.

He ended up setting fire to the library that day.

The second time, in 1st year, when Alicia Thornsby had made a cruel remark about Theodore’s home life.

“Well, my mother said that Theodore must have a horrible holiday. What, with his father being-” She starts, but she didn’t get to finish.

The teachers couldn’t comprehend under what vindication a child learnt a stinging hex strong enough to permanently mar the skin of the girl, but it was the first and last time anyone dared utter a word against Theodore.

That was the 2nd, and last time Theodore had felt unbridled rage, in his 18 years of life.

That was, until today.

Because, the sight of you, with blood on your cheek, sobbing into his chest, was enough to reignite that dormant flame of anger within Theodore.

“Who?” He manages to utter, voice strained.

You remain quiet, the silence punctuated by the occasional sniffle as you remain hidden in his chest.

He pulls back, lifting your chin. Your eyes are fixated on where the once-dried blood had washed onto his shirt, and he is fixated on you.

“Who?” He emphasises again, his eyes flickering down to the cut on your face. He runs his finger gently along the cut, and when he watches you wince he pauses, a flicker of pain crossing his face. The sight of you wincing, even at his gentle touch, shatters something within Theodore.

You hesitate before you speak, but ultimately, the words slip out of your mouth.

“Your father.”

The weight of those two words, "Your father," hung in the air, and for a moment, Theodore felt as if the very ground beneath him had crumbled.

His eyes widen momentarily, and he can't speak.

No, because there's a horrible feeling of fear, guilt, regret, perhaps a combination of all three, and it's lodged in his throat. It’s almost suffocating him, he can barely breathe, and it's constricting his airways.

The image of you, the person he held dearest, broken and bloodied, collided with the nightmare he had feared for years. He couldn't comprehend the cruelty his own flesh and blood had inflicted upon you, someone he cherished beyond measure. He speaks, and his voice is so heartbreakingly soft, a mere whisper weighed down by the burden of the truth that unfolded before him.

“I'm so, so sorry.” He utters, as though he prompted the hand that came down to hit you.

He believed he did. Because it was only by association, that you had been hurt by his father. That was why you were hurt, right?

His fault. All his fault. All his fault.

He has to take a deep breath and force himself to calm down and think.

Think.

His first priority was you. Always you. He leads you down to your bed and forces you to take a seat on the edge. You watch him as he disappears into the bathroom, reemerging with a damp washcloth in his hand. He kneels down in front of you, hesitating as he slowly lifts the hem of your skirt upwards slightly. He catches a glimpse of the gash on your thigh and that horrible feeling remerges again.

He gently wipes the cloth over the cut, leaning down to press a kiss on your skin. He mutters a few words, and with a small sharp pinch, the skin on your thigh begins to stitch up slightly. Not enough to fully heal, but to ensure it would in the future.

You don’t question how he knows exactly how to heal these wounds.

You know.

He does the same for your arm. Every second he stares at the cut, he feels his resolve shatter further and further, till he can tell whether he wants to cry or ensure the murder of his father with his own hands.

His hands come up to your face, and he lets out a shaky breath. He is ashamed to even look you in the face,

His own reflection of guilt and regret is etched into his features. He keeps his eyes focused on the task at hand, tending to the wounds inflicted upon you by the person who Theodore swore would never even set his gaze on you.

The room is filled with an anguished silence as Theodore continues his ministrations.

As he tends to your injuries, Theodore's mind is a battleground of self-recrimination. The echoes of your sobbing, the memory of your blood on his shirt, haunt him like a relentless ghost. "I'm so, so sorry," he whispers again, the words heavy with remorse as if he could somehow atone for the sins of his family.

With each stitch on your wounds, he feels the seams of his composure unravelling.

When he finally lifts his gaze to meet yours, the vulnerability in his eyes is palpable. The shame he feels is evident.

You muster a weak smile, a hand coming up to cup his face. Your thumb brushes against his cheek lovingly as you speak, your voice calm.

“It's not your fault,”

He wants to cry.

It is. It is his fault.

Theodore pulls you into an embrace, holding you tightly against his chest. The warmth of his embrace is both comforting and suffocating, a paradox of love and guilt; a conflict that threatens to tear him apart.

As Theodore lies down with you, the weight of his guilt still hangs in the air. He holds you as if trying to shield you from the world. He utters words of apology, repeating the words like a mantra.

“I love you.”

But amidst the soothing cadence of his voice, there's an undercurrent of resolution. The conflict within Theodore reaches its zenith, and a painful decision emerges. He knows he can't risk his father ever hurting you again. The love he feels for you clashes with the harsh reality of his future.

Theodore's grip tightens for a moment as if trying to hold onto the fleeting moments of solace. Yet, with a heavy heart, the decision he has to make is almost clear.

“It isn't your fault. Don't apologise.” You whisper, curled into his arms.

“It is. It's all my fault. I got you involved in this,” He utters, as though the admission is poison on his tongue.

“I’m not a good person. I have a horrible family, and he’ll want me to do horrible things, and I’ll have to do them.” He admits, voice breaking.

“No, you don’t. I’m here. I love you, Theodore. I won’t ever leave, and I swear you won’t deal with that alone.” You repeat, voice laced with conviction.

“I'm beyond help. Don’t give your heart to me.” He croaks.

You lift your head up from where it was resting, eyes gazing directly into his. You remain silent for a beat, then two, before you speak.

“I already have.” You respond.

Theodore should feel relief at those words, but he doesn't. Rather, he feels sick. Because he can’t, he won't risk you getting hurt again. He kisses you and pulls you back in, laying next to one another as he wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly, if only for one last night.

Because there was only one thing Theodore could do to make sure his father would never hurt you again.

He had to leave you.

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