#healer!draco x reader

[everdreamofme]

it's a boy, girl thing

mattheo riddle x reader

Mattheo Riddle was insufferable. He was one of the biggest assholes Y/N Y/L/N had ever met, and she had met a lot. Being a more 'reserved' Ravenclaw, Mattheo and his friends had the tendency to tease her every now and then. Not as much as other students in their year, admittedly, but she definitely had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of it.

Like today, for example. Transfiguration class wasn't exactly Y/N's favourite class, but she did well enough in the subject that she didn't despise the lessons. Y/N had always wanted to be a healer after Hogwarts, and to do that, she would need at least an Exceeds Expectations in numerous subjects just to be able to qualify for the Young Healers programme at St. Mungo's. Transfiguration being one of those numerous subjects.

So here she was. Transfiguration was fairly straightforward, but of course the execution was the tricky part. After successfully transfiguring the small American Goldfinch in front of her into a bouquet of flowers, a satisfied grin crossed her features as she set her wand down and turned in her chair to dig around her bag for some spare parchment to begin her essay. 

Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened as she turned back to face her flowers, only to find there were no flowers sitting in front of her anymore. Instead, a huge phallic object made of porcelain now sat in front of her. Laughter came from all over the classroom as her peers started to notice what was sitting before her.

'First time seeing a dick?' Draco sniggered as she hurriedly searched the desk and surrounding ground for her wand.

She snapped her head up towards the table of Slytherins, ready for a snarky response, when she spotted Mattheo Riddle in the seat closest to her desk, twirling her wand absentmindedly through his fingers with a wicked grin on his face.

'You idiot, Riddle -'

'Miss Y/L/N,' She froze on all fours as Professor McGonagall called her name. 'I suggest you change the subject of your essay to one less... erotic. Fifty points from Ravenclaw House.'

'Y-yes Professor McGonagall.'

Standing, she snatched her wand from Mattheo's hands and sat with a glare as she transfigured the phallic object back into a bouquet of flowers.

I am going to kill that boy one day!

After class had ended, Y/N had all but chased the Slytherin boys down the hallway.

'Riddle! Riddle!' 

Mattheo groaned as he turned from his conversation with Draco and Enzo to the Ravenclaw girl storming towards him, his friends continuing on without him. 'Can I help you with something, Raven? Checked out any sex toys lately?'

'I cannot believe you did that to me! In front of Professor McGonagall too!' Scoffing, he began down the hallway after his friends again, Y/N stomping after him.

'You lost me fifty house points, Riddle! Fifty! They're going to eat me alive in the common room tonight!' She hissed after him.

'I don't give a fuck what you pencil-neck virgins do in your common rooms, princess,' He smirked as he turned to her again, leaning casually on the statue of Merlin that stood in the hallway.

'Can't be much worse than what you dumb Slytherin jocks get up to in your common room!' Her words didn't affect him, and she knew it from the roll of his eyes and the remaining smirk on his face. 'You're incorrigible, Riddle!'

'Don't care.' He shrugged back.

'I hate you!' 

'That's because you secretly want to have sex with me!' 

'Eugh! When I do decide to surrender the flower of my womanhood, I always imagined it to be with someone of my own species!' Y/N scoffed back, some passing students shooting her strange glances.

'Someone of your own species? What, like Longbottom?' He snorted.

'You are such an idiot, Riddle!' She hissed. ' You really think the world just revolves around quidditch and your stupid little gang and the dark arts.' Mattheo's jaw clenched as he took a step towards her.

'You know, you think you're so different to everyone else-'

'Different from.' She interrupted, causing him to stare at her incredulously. 'You said 'different to'. The correct phraseology is 'different from.''

'Thanks for that information; now I can say you're no different from any other fucking nerd with books instead of friends - and you don't have to open your big fat mouth to fucking correct me!'

'Dick!'

'Bitch!'

'Fuckboy!'

'Skank!'

'You know, I should pity you, but I can't—I hate you too much! I would rather cut off my legs with a rusty knife than be anything like you!' She exclaimed, pointing a finger in his face. Mattheo seethed, nostrils flaring, and eyes hardening.

'Ditto!' He hissed.

She snorted. 'Ditto?'

'Yeah, ditto!'

'Well - double ditto!'

'Double, double ditto!'

'Ugh - you are insufferable, Riddle!' The pair scoffed in unison, barging shoulders with each other as they stormed their separate ways.

Later that night, Y/N sat in front of the common room fire, hunched over a potions essay. She dropped her quill with a grimace as a blinding pain came into her head.

'Is everything alright?' Luna asked from her spot on the arm chair.

'Yeah, just got a sudden headache, is all.'

'Maybe stop faffing over your essays for once and actually get an early night then?' Cho suggested, flashing a grin at the girl from behind her magazine. Y/N rolled her eyes but began packing her textbooks up anyway.

'Yeah, I think I might just do that. Goodnight guys.'

Mattheo laughed as a puff of smoke left his mouth and he passed the blunt to Blaise.

'Mate, you have got to get some more of this for the party,' Draco complimented as he took a drag of his own blunt.

'You know I was already planning it,' Mattheo grinned in response until a sudden pain hit his head. He groaned as his hands shot up to his temples and his eyes screwed shut.

Theo barked a laugh. 'Think someone's about to hit white, boys!' 

'Nah, it's just a headache; I'm sure it'll pass soon.'

'Or you'll pass out!' Enzo giggled.

'I don't think so, Berkshire.' He scoffed, standing up. 'But I think I will have an early night.' He patted a sleeping Pansy on the shoulder as he made his way to his dorm, leaving his friends in the common room to continue their usual late-night shenanigans.

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

i can’t believe it

pair: Draco Malfoy x pregnant!reader requested by anonymous

hi i have a request. can you do draco x pregnant reader? like how he’d handle it and how his parents would treat you? thanks!

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Draco Malfoy was never one to back down from a challenge. But as he sat there in the cozy living room of Malfoy Manor, staring at the little white stick in his hand, he realized this was a challenge of a completely different kind. The positive sign staring back at him filled his heart with a mix of fear and excitement. You were pregnant.

He glanced over at you, sitting nervously beside him, eyes wide with anticipation. You looked at him, your hands trembling a bit. “Draco?” you whispered, almost scared of what he might say.

But Draco didn’t say anything at first. He just reached out and pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your hair. “We’re going to be parents,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t believe it.”

You relaxed into his embrace, relief washing over you. “Are you… happy?”

“Happy?” Draco pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his grey eyes shining. “I’m beyond happy. I love you so much, and I’m going to love our baby just as much.”

There was a moment of silence as you both soaked in the reality of it all. But soon enough, another thought crossed Draco’s mind. “My parents… I need to tell them.”

Your breath caught at the thought. You knew that Draco’s parents, especially Narcissa, could be a bit… intimidating. And Lucius, well, he was a whole other story. You had no idea how they’d react to the news.

“Do you think they’ll be mad?” you asked softly.Draco shook his head firmly. “No. They love you. They’ll be surprised, sure, but they won’t be mad.”

And so, later that evening, Draco called for a family meeting. You both sat in the grand drawing room, waiting for his parents to arrive. When they did, Narcissa immediately noticed the nervous energy in the room. “Draco, darling, what’s going on?” she asked, her voice full of concern.

Draco stood, taking your hand in his as he faced his parents. “Mother, Father… we have some news.”

Narcissa and Lucius exchanged a look, before turning back to you both. “What is it, Draco?” Lucius asked, his tone calm but curious.

Draco took a deep breath. “Y/N is pregnant. We’re going to have a baby.”

For a moment, the room was completely silent. You couldn’t even hear Narcissa breathe. But then, something incredible happened. Narcissa’s face broke into a smile—a real, genuine smile. “A baby?” she repeated, her voice filled with awe.

Lucius, too, was stunned, but the expression on his face was not one of anger. It was of realization—his son was going to be a father. Slowly, he nodded, a small, approving smile tugging at his lips. “A grandchild,” he said softly, almost to himself.

Narcissa crossed the room in an instant, pulling you into a warm hug. “Oh, (Y/N), that’s wonderful news! How are you feeling? Have you been eating well? You mustn’t strain yourself.”

You blinked in surprise at the overwhelming concern in her voice, but you couldn’t help but smile as you hugged her back. “I’m okay, Narcissa. Really.”

Lucius joined his wife, placing a hand on Draco’s shoulder. “You’ll be a fine father, Draco,” he said, his voice low but sincere.

Draco, who had been bracing himself for a different reaction entirely, was suddenly filled with pride. “Thank you, Father.”

The next few months were a whirlwind of excitement. Narcissa was constantly checking in on you, making sure you had everything you needed. She even went as far as to hire the best healers to look after you, much to your surprise and appreciation.

Lucius, though a bit more reserved, made sure the Manor was equipped for the arrival of the newest Malfoy. He even found himself browsing through baby books in his study, something that made Draco chuckle whenever he caught him.

As for Draco, he was nothing short of perfect. He was always by your side, making sure you were comfortable, bringing you your favorite foods, and talking to your growing belly every night. He couldn’t wait to meet the little one who was already the center of his world.

One night, as you lay in bed, Draco’s hand resting on your bump, you felt the baby kick for the first time. You gasped, grabbing Draco’s hand. “Did you feel that?” you asked, your voice filled with wonder.

Draco’s eyes widened in awe as he felt the tiny movement. “I did,” he whispered, his voice filled with pure joy. “Our baby…”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him. “We’re going to be okay, aren’t we, Draco?”

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “More than okay. We’re going to be amazing.”

[talesofadragon]

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

Summary: Like the ebb and flow of the tides, matters of the heart prove to be fickle. When love finds itself at a crossroads, each step forward holds the potential to either mend the fractured pieces or shatter the fragile bonds. As the path ahead becomes a dwindling maze of secrets and emotional infidelity, Y/N realizes that some promises need to be shattered for others to be forged anew.

Warnings: hurt/comfort

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader, Theodore Nott x Reader

Genre: Angst | Hurt/Comfort

Word count: 1.9K

ACT TWO I miss what we never were.

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ACT ONE (You can also choose to read this part as a stand-alone)

“𝐈’𝐦 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧,” Y/N whispered in my ear, her words like a mantra that never ceased to fade. 

Hours ago, when I was forced to agonizingly watch Draco propose to her, I felt as though the entire Wizarding World lacked enough air to fill my lungs. I didn’t recognize who I was, losing parts of myself to the enmity I felt toward Draco, the compunction that gripped me as I realized I had no right to hate him at the moment, and to the wistfulness of having to watch my little sprite potentially become something I could never offer her. The privilege to become somebody’s wife, somebody’s jewel, somebody’s Y/N.

I didn’t think it could get any worse. In hindsight, Y/N's answer, be it acceptance or refusal, would’ve been more merciful than watching her eyes roll to the back of her head. If I couldn’t breathe before, the moment made sure I was on the brink of death.

One moment, Y/N was falling, and the next, my feet crossed the distance, completely ignoring Draco kneeling above her unconscious form.

Waiting for her to wake up was pure torture. Partly because the sight of her frail body twisted my insides and majorly because the thought that she might wake up and accept Draco’s proposal made bile rise in my mouth.

“You’re not, Y/N,” I reassured her while playing with her hair as her head rested against my chest. “Breaking up with him doesn’t mean you’re horrible.”

She didn’t respond, and I knew she had drifted away to the memory of her saying no.

After she had woken up, she asked to see Draco. He harbored a scowl during his entire time waiting outside, and had it not been for Pansy’s intervention, Y/N wouldn't have been the only one lying unconscious under a healer’s care.

The Malfoys didn’t take too kindly to my behavior either. Luckily, Narcissa had calmed Lucius enough, too worried about Y/N’s well-being to reprimand anyone.

Watching Draco be the first to cross the distance between the waiting hall and her room at St. Mungo’s was torturous. Waiting outside for them to finish the conversation was worse. But then Draco walked out, tucking the velvet box in his suit. His face, always the veneer of apathy, revealed nothing to anyone.

Silently, Draco asked his parents to leave. Narcissa followed, albeit bemused, with Lucius in tow. Immediately, and without thinking about her parents or our other friends, I marched into Y/N’s room, searching for that bloody ring. Perhaps it was selfish of me not to look at her first, but I knew my resolve would crumble if I laid eyes on her, knowing she would be Draco’s wife in a few months.

When I looked down at her beautiful, nimble fingers, the absence of the emerald filled me with enough relief to look at her bejeweled eyes. But my heart reverted to its broken state when I saw the tears welling up in them.

Before I could help myself, I pulled her tight and kissed her forehead. Her sad eyes lifted. With a gentle nudge to her nose with mine, I blurted the first words that came to mind, “I missed having you in my arms, little sprite.”

I looked at her after noticing the slip-up, and I swear I saw her eyes light up. It was an unspoken rule between us that whenever one of us got into a relationship, we would refrain from getting too close to the other due to several misunderstandings in the past.

Nonetheless, Y/N smiled. She snuggled deeper into my chest, placing a hand on top of where my heart supposedly lay. “I missed this more than you know, Theodore.”

My fingers absentmindedly found their way back into her hair, weaving in and out, making her heart and mine fall into the same rhythmic pattern. The side of my lips lifted slightly at the reminder of my name tumbling from her lips. While everyone called me Theo, the little minx opted to address me by my full name, claiming that she wanted something that was her own. The thought alone made me smile.

“Little sprite?” I ventured, and she hummed in response. “Why did you say no?”

She fiddled with the hem of my shirt.

Nervous. Y/N was nervous as she supplied in a meek voice, “Do you believe in soulmates?”

I scoffed. “Figures you’d answer a question by asking another one.” She gave me a glare as if to say, “I’m serious,” and that immediately shut me up. “Alright. I do,” I sighed, catching her gaze drifting to the bed sheets.

“When I was thirteen, you told me something. Do you remember what it was?”

“You have to be a bit more specific, love.” She shivered, and I had no idea if it was because of my voice, the unexpected nickname, or something else. But I wrapped my arms tightly around her regardless of the reason.

Y/N kept her gaze low, replying shyly, “You told me I was your soulmate.”

“You broke up with Draco and refused his marriage proposal because of something I said ten years ago?” I asked incredulously without a second thought.

She glared at me again, which made me immediately drop the judgment and, to put it nicely, shut the bloody hell up.

Y/N cleared her throat. “When I asked why you said that, you told me it’s because a soulmate is supposed to make you feel whole. They’re supposed to be the missing piece you subconsciously yearn for.”

“I remember that,” I nodded.

“I know you didn’t mean it romantically,” she quickly added. “But the thing is, you were right about how a soulmate makes you feel. And I guess I never felt that way with Draco.”

I never recalled seeing Y/N’s eyes shine bright when it came to Draco. He was... is her friend, too. We’d known each other since infancy. Yes, she was happy-ish, but whenever he hugged or kissed her, her eyes remained the same. And I know, more than anyone, that Y/N’s eyes change color whenever they light up with excitement or wonder. It’s not a noticeable change, just a slight color shift; perhaps that’s why no one other than me ever noticed it. Not even her.

She tugged on my shirt, pulling me away from my thoughts. “Draco can’t be my soulmate,” she admitted. I waited with bated breath to hear her reasoning. “I don’t love him. Not in the way I—" she cut her sentence short, unaware that I was on the edge of my seat. But then, she added determinedly, "Not in the way a lover does.” 

A part of me knew, but another part refused to believe it. Every time Draco told Y/N he loved her, I never once heard her say it back. She'd kiss him instead, a chaste peck on the lips that lasted two seconds at best. Whenever he pulled her in for a long kiss, she’d pull away and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, preferring to hide her face in the crook of his neck. I don’t even think they were intimate with one another; the thought alone made me want to punch that bastard in the face.

“You’re such a sap,” I blurted, earning a slap across my chest. “Ow! Stop harassing me!”

“Not until you stop making fun of my misery!” Y/N retorted.

“I’m not! I just don’t understand why you dated him if you knew you didn’t love him!”

“Because...” she started angrily, cutting herself off, the word hanging heavily between us in the silent night. “Because,” she stated calmly this time, “he was like a haven. He was honest about his love for me, and he is one of my best friends. Not like you, though! No one can be like you,” she whispered the last part, and my stomach flipped. “He’s a good person. But that’s not the kind of love I want.”

“You want a partner in crime,” I said matter-of-factly, taking in the soft gasp that escaped her lips. “Someone who wakes up at three in the morning and spontaneously apparates you to the top of the Eiffel Tower to eat the best croissants, undetected. Someone who isn’t afraid to distract the receptionist at a restaurant while you discreetly search her list for the guests who have a reservation, owl under their names, and cancel to get the table yourself.”

Y/N laughed, probably at the fact that I know her better than she knows herself. I tucked an errant strand of her hair behind her ear, memorizing the faint blush coating her cheeks. “But you also want someone who will welcome you home after a whirlwind of a day in the typical life of Y/N Y/L/N. And that someone could never be Draco.”

After moments of silence, with us staring at each other, she opened her mouth to speak. “Have you found her?” I raised an eyebrow, urging her to explain further. “Your soulmate. Have you found her?”

Something in her bright irises flickered. I couldn’t help but lean in to plant a soft kiss on her nose. She closed her eyes in response “I’ve been looking at her since I was fourteen.”

“Romantically, Theodore,” Y/N opened her eyes then. “That’s what I meant.”

“I won’t tell you before I tell her. It wouldn’t be right.”

She rolled her eyes while I smirked. “You’re insufferable!”

“I hope you know, little sprite, that leaving Draco was a brave thing.” She looked down at her lap, ashamed of the rejection she made our friend endure, disbelieving every word I told her. I hooked my fingers under her chin and lifted her face. “Your heart doesn’t beat for him, and even if you tried falling for him, I wouldn’t allow you to.”

The ghost of a smile appeared on her face, and I took that as a sign to caress her cheeks, coaxing out that smile I adore.

“I love you, Y/N. I hope you know that, too.”

I could see the familiar switch in color in her eyes, along with hesitation swirling in her irises. But she sighed, and the hesitation vanished. “I love you too, Theodore.”

I wondered if she loved me like I loved her, as I pulled her back to her rightful place in my arms and played with her hair. We stayed there for a couple of minutes before I felt her breathing even out. Glancing at the sleepy witch in my arms, my eyes drifted down to her hand resting on the bed sheets. Lost in our conversation, I hadn't realized our fingers had interlocked. The action was so second nature that I never questioned it. 

“You’re my soulmate,” I whispered, planting a soft kiss on the crown of her head. “I have lost you, and I have found you. And I’m never letting you go again, love.” The corner of her lips rose, giving me that sleepy smile I had missed so much. “I promise to make you my one and only. And no one will ever take you from me.”

I closed my eyes, my thoughts of her no longer just thoughts but reality. If there was one thing I missed more than having her in my arms, it was sleeping and waking up with her in them, always close to my heart.

Hi witchlings!! This marks the completion of this small two-shot! Although, for the first time ever in the history of my fics, the Silver Promises verse will remain open for extension. I plan to make this series a wealth of interconnected one-shots, linking back to the original two-piece storyline. I hope to come to this fic every once in a while to update it with snippets. So share with me your thoughts/ideas about any particular scene you wish to see before or after the story's main events via the owlery! 🩶

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[thecouchsofa]

round 2. i did not know you didnt do x reader, nor non-canon characters.

54+67 mashup please

draco x harry

can't wait to see it!

thank you

This one I can definitely do!

Fanfiction trope mashup - Secret relationship x Character in peril

“Where the fuck is he?”

The shitty plastic hospital chair creaked warningly as Ron leapt to his feet, pointing his wand at the door. It burst open to reveal a rather harried looking Malfoy with a nurse on his heels. Though Ron’s eyes were red and swollen at that point, stinging something awful, he could clearly see the panic writ across Malfoy’s face. His eyes were wild, like a startled animal, and uncontrolled magic was coming off him in waves. Ron had never seen anything like it, not since–

Malfoy’s voice was low, a rumble that had goosebumps rising on Ron’s arms, as he said “Point your fucking wand at me again and see what happens.”

It would be ridiculously easy for Ron to disarm Malfoy, even in his current state, completely wrecked and running off an hour’s sleep. He was combat trained; Malfoy wasn’t. He’d have the backing of every Healer in the hospital; Malfoy wouldn’t. He had a reason to be there; why Malfoy was there, shouting and carrying on and looking like he might keel over, was anyone’s guess.

“Mr Weasley,” the nurse called out, brushing past Malfoy and placing herself between him and Harry. “I’m so sorry, security is on their way now.”

Malfoy made a choked noise as he stared at Harry, lying silent in the hospital bed. “What’s wrong? Why isn’t … why isn’t he healing?”

Something in his voice made Ron pause. It wasn’t the mocking, aggressive lilt that he’d gotten to know well in his teen years. Malfoy sounded scared, panicked. His whole body was shaking; the tremors in his hands were so strong he looked like he might drop his wand.

“It’s alright,” Ron said quietly. “Let him stay.”

Malfoy didn’t seem to hear him, his attention fixed firmly on Harry. He let out a sob when the nurse left, closing the door with a huff. There was something there, something that Ron wasn’t getting.

“Hey,” Ron whispered. He stepped towards Malfoy, gently grabbing his hand. He took Malfoy’s wand from his shaking fingers, slipping it into his front pocket. “You know I have questions, yeah?”

Malfoy’s throat worked as he swallowed. “Yes.” He didn’t look at Ron; Ron might as well have not been there. “I … it wasn’t my place to say anything.”

A dry laugh pulled itself from Ron’s chest. He nodded at Harry, lying unconscious in the bed. “He’s a bit of an idiot, isn’t he?”

The shakes increased as Malfoy started to gasp. Whether he was crying or not, Ron had no idea. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Go to him.” Ron knew it now, clear as day. “Help him. He needs you.”

Malfoy nodded, the movement jerky. He fell into the chair that Ron had vacated, reaching for Harry and linking their fingers together.

“He’s drained his magical core,” Ron said. His gaze settled on the haze of magic around Harry’s bed, the monitoring spells in blue and red and green. “At first they said that he’d be alright, but…”

“He’s gotten worse?” Malfoy took a deep breath. The chair squeaked when he shifted closer to the bed. “He won’t now. He’ll be fine.”

“You can’t ask your father to fix this one,” Ron joked. He winced as soon as the words left his mouth, but Malfoy didn’t seem to take offence. The corners of his mouth quirked upwards as he pressed Harry’s knuckles to his lips.

“I won’t need to. I’ll do it myself.”

It took hours, but Malfoy made good on his promise. Ron watched as the monitoring spells glistened and lightened, as Malfoy’s magic swirled in the air, rushing into Harry and then emerging again, cyclical.

It was dark when Harry’s eyes opened, only the sheen of magic there to light the room. The first word from his lips – the only word, repeated over and over – was Draco.

Send me two tropes and I'll mash them together

[malfoysprinces]

The Minister’s Daughter

- draco malfoy -

PART 1

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin Reader

Summary: The Minister’s daughter who fell in love with a death eater.

Warnings: Death Eaters, Break- up, Angst with a happy ending.

Word Count: 4.9k

Author’s Note: This is the Part One of a 5 part story. Requests & feedbacks are always welcome. 🤍

Her whole world shattered in a split moment. Never in a million years she thought the man once she loved would be allied with darkness. Her body was trembling, her hands were shaking, her mind was blurred but most of all didn't seem to matter because she could swear that the man standing in front of her was nobody but a stranger from now on.

Let me take you to the beginning of it. Let me take you take you to the beginning of the end.

She was the Minister of Magic’s daughter, which made her popular in a way that is expected. She was everybody's acquittance in one way or another. As for Slytherins, she was a fellow house member. She was a part of the pride that this house took consideration in. For Gryffindors, she was unexpectedly nice, someone who exchanges smiles despite the dispute between two houses. For Ravenclaws, she was a friendly face in the library. She was harmless. For Hufflepuff's she was someone who was pretty kind for a Slytherin while she had a certain reputation to hold as the Minister's daughter. Well, she certainly had her disputes with other students every now and then, but she never crossed a line, which was pretty exceptional for a Slytherin.

Up until her 5th year, she was holding pretty well. She had close-knit friend group which consisted Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson. Those three were practically inseparable since their childhood. Then there was this bigger group she was involved in which consisted Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini and Mattheo Riddle. They were called "The Sacred Seven" in school grounds. This was basically a side-name founded after The Sacred Twenty-Eight. They were the cool kids of cool parents. The parents symbolized wealth, power, nobility, wisdom, prudence and dignity, while the kids symbolized the next generation of all these virtues. They were the upholder's of these virtues. They were the future of The Wizarding World. They held power into their hands and no one could take it away from them. It was pretty obvious that they all had some kind of reputation to hold, but hers was different. Y/N's case was totally different than the rest. First of all, her parents were not Slytherins. Never in a million years they could be. Both her parents were Ravenclaws, known for their academic excellence. Her father had been an esteemed healer, known for his exceptional skills that attracted patients from around the world. It wasn't long before he assumed the position of Minister of Magic. Yet, when it came to their loyalties, the situation was even more intricate. Their loyalties were to Order. But as for Y/N, her loyalty was to Draco Malfoy and Draco Malfoy only. She could usually tell right from wrong and good from bad, but when it came to Draco, her judgment seemed to vanish.

It was the summer that links 4th year to 5th when she started to notice her interest in Draco. Not like Theo, Blaise or Mattheo but in a heart-skipping way. Whenever Draco's gaze settled on her, it stole her breath away. It sent shivers down her spine, and her heart raced so loudly in her chest that she feared he could hear it. There was no denying his undeniable handsomeness; he was, in every sense, flawless.

That summer was pretty normal. The Sacred Seven united every once a week what felt like an eternity to her. They were closer than ever. But why did she felt like it was not enough?

Y/N has never really been a summer girl. She never really liked hot. However, The Ministry was throwing an end of the summer party and her Sacred Seven was invited, as well. Her father being the Minister of Magic, they were automatically the hosts for the party. Their house was surely a perfect fit for a posh party with it's great entrance hall and it's big garden.

For the upcoming party, Y/N decided to invite Daphne and Pansy over to prepare together. The girls were brimming with excitement and had been buzzing about this event for weeks. Choosing the perfect outfit had become a significant task for them. However for Y/N, one thing became important more and more each minute. And it was him liking her. Although they have been friends since forever, something inside her started to change towards him. And she can only hope that he was feeling the same.

"What do you think about this one?" asked Daphne shaking diamond earrings.

"They are a favourite for me and they'd look perfect on you." answered Y/N.

Daphne wore the earrings.

"Guys, I dont think I can do my zip. Can you help?" asked Y/N.

"Coming." answered Pansy.

Y/N was wearing an shiny emerald gown. She chose to wear the color emerald because she thought he would like it. She thought Draco would like it. So now, she was standing in front of a mirror, looking at herself only hoping for his fancy.

Her friends, not aware of her feelings towards Draco, was standing behind her and looking at her, as well.

"This dress is a total dream." said Daphne.

"Yes and it must cost a fortune." added Pansy.

"Actually, I don't remember how much I payed for it, I just thought it was nice so I bought it." smiled Y/N.

"Says The Minister's Daughter." added Pansy rolling her eyes.

While girls were chatting and getting ready Y/N's mother knocked the door.

"Come in." said Y/N.

"Girls, you all look amazing. Our guests have started to arrive. I will go down stairs now and your presence will be needed within few minutes." said Y/N's mother.

"Okay mom, we will be down stairs shortly." answered Y/N.

One last breath and then she was ready to go.

She was walking in front of Daphe and Pansy. As Y/N led the girls down stairs, there was a feeling of excitement in her stomach. She was trembling, not because she was unsure of herself but because she knew the moment she has been waiting all summer has came. However, she wanted more. She wanted Draco's attention all to herself, she just didn't realized it yet. Y/N was looking for him as she was walking down the stairs. Her gaze wandered around the room only to land on his grey eyes. Draco was looking at her, like she was some kind of precious gemstone. The type that you only get to see once in your life because it is so rare yet so shiny.

Y/N captured everyone's attention let alone Draco. She was shining. She couldn't hide her smile.

The Sacred Seven united, for the last time that summer. For the last time before Hogwarts. As they grew up more and more each day, they started to see the motive behind the "pure-blood ideal." Which made Y/N sick to her stomach. Her parents were never pure-blood idealists, and never was she either. The thought of claiming one was superior to other was nothing but a non-sense to her. She knew the pressure this ideal put on to her friends so decided to keep quiet about it. After all, they were called "The Sacred Seven" for a reason.

The night of the party went on quite well. For the first quarter of the night, the boys of The Sacred Seven were in awe because of the girls's beauty. The second and the third quarter was what Y/N expected, the group went to the garden to have some time together. Y/N's houses garden was dimly lit, and decorated with vanilla scented candles. It was the perfect place for serenity, far from the party's noise.

"I never realized your garden was this big." said Theo to Y/N.

"Well, that depends on how you decorate it and my mum definitely knows how to do it." answered Y/N smiling.

"Yeah, she has got quite the taste." added Daphne.

"Still, it's not the Malfoy Manor tho." Y/N said to Draco.

"Oh well, this will do as well." he answered smirking.

"If you say so." Y/N answered smiling.

They sat by the small puddle in the garden. They started to talk about going back to school, how they are sure of they would get detention from Snape, how they missed their little trips to Hogsmeade.

After some cozy talking, a guy approached to them. Y/N had lifted her up to see who was the guy. It was one of her friends, Graham Montaque.

"Hi, guys." said Graham.

"Hi." few answered.

"Can I talk to Y/N? Promise I will bring her back soon." asked Graham. Draco was staying still, hadn't shown a response.

"Coming Graham." said Y/N.

Y/N and Graham Montaque took a stroll around the garden. Y/L/N and Montaque family have been friends since before even Y/N was born. Graham's father and Y/N's father's friendship goes back to their Hogwarts year. The father's ongoing friendship caused their children to be friends, as well. Graham was like a brother to Y/N. Even though they both had their separate friend groups, they hung out every now and then. Montaque family ,without a doubt, was invited to party as well. Graham and Y/N's continued talking.

After Y/N had left the group, Daphne, Pansy and Theo went inside to get drinks.

For a split moment, Y/N turned her back to look at Draco. He was talking with Blaise, intensely. She wondered what he was talking about. He was making hand gestures and his mimics were just as expressive as his gestures. Y/N couldn't help but wonder what they were discussing. Draco's hand movements and the way he conveyed his thoughts with his expressions piqued her curiosity. It seemed like an intense and intriguing conversation was taking place, and she couldn't help but be curious about the topic that had captured Draco's attention.

After their stroll, Y/N went back to her friend group just to find Blaise and Mattheo talking. Daphne, Pansy, and Draco and Theo weren't there.

"I don't know mate, he has a weird obsession with her curls." was the only thing Y/N could hear from their conversation. Y/N who had curly hair, had straightened it just for the night, was shocked. Who else does have curly hair she thought. Oh millions of girls she answered herself. Who could they be referring to? Draco or Theo? Or someone completely different?

"Y/N, didn't see you there." said Blaise in a shock.

"Oh, I just came." she answered.

Theo and Blaise were looking at each other shocked. Like they didn't know what else to say. Like they have just spilled some kind of secret.

"Guys, is something wrong?" Y/N asked.

"No, we are perfectly fine." Mattheo answered.

Just then, the girls and Draco arrived.

"Father called me in to meet some people." Draco said. Like he owned some kind of explanation to Y/N.

Y/N nodded.

They continued to sit and talk as they drank and enjoyed the night.

When it was time to call it a night, there was a dull feeling inside Y/N's chest. She didn't want her friends to leave just yet, even thought they were going to take the train to Hogwarts the day after tomorrow.

And just like that, it was the end of their end of the summer party. It was time to go back to Hogwarts. The place which feels like home. The place which she belongs to most, like the autumn leaves belong to gentle breeze.

The Sacred Seven settled in a compartment of The Hogwarts Express. Each one of them being excited more than ever to return Hogwarts. Y/N was sitting and listening in her friends conversations. Her mind wandered back to Draco. Whilst her eyes also wandered back to him. She was looking at him as he was looking outside the window of the train. Then only for a minute, she turned away only to find out his gaze landed on her already.

He smiled at her saying "Your hair looks nice today”.

She was in a total shock, they might be close friends but compliments weren't something she was used to getting from Draco. Then she remembered what she heard last night between the conversation of Blaise and Mattheo "I don't know mate, he has a weird obsession with her curls." The sentence echoed in her head. Could she really be the topic of that sentence? Could "he" refer to Draco? Her body started to feel like it was on fire. Her skin was burning.

"Thanks" she smiled at Draco.

Luckily Daphne and Pansy were too caught up in their conversation to notice what just happened between Y/N and Draco.

She was trying to comprehend what just happened when she heard a familiar voice "Y/N!". She turned away to look at what who was shouting.

"Oh, hi Graham." She smiled and walked away to talk with Graham.

She had to get away from Draco otherwise he would see her blushing.

While Y/N was away talking with Graham, Theo leaned into Draco and said "That's best infamous Draco Malfoy could do?" mocking him.

"What the hell are you talking about Nott?" Draco asked in a cold tone.

"Oh, come on man. We all saw how you look at her." Theo said rubbing his shoulder to him.

"And how would that be?" asked Draco, unintentionally.

"Like you want her to be yours and yours only." said Theo. Unexpected words from Theo.

They were both shocked.

"I never knew your emotional intelligence was this high, you sucker." said Draco.

“What? What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" Theo asked.

Blaise pointed at Y/N who happened to be talking to Graham Montaque.

Y/N was talking casually to Graham. It could be seen from miles that they were just two friends, enjoying each other's company. But Draco was far too jealous to acknowledge it.

As Y/N was walking back to her seat, she noticed the grumpy look on Draco's face.

What's with the face?" she asked pointing out his face.

"Nothing, he is moody as usual." said Blaise.

"Yeah, as usual." said Theo.

"Well then, excuse us we have to use the bathroom." said Pansy dragging Daphne and Y/N by their arms and leading them across the carriage.

"What now Pansy?" Y/N asked laughing.

"Since you are close with Graham, I thought maybe, just maybe…" Pansy was looking at Y/N with puppy eyes.

 “Oh here it comes.” said Daphne chuckling. "Say it already Pansy." Daphne laughed.

"Fine. The thing is..... a double date would be nice. You know, Graham and you and me and Adrian?" said Pansy whispering.

"Oh. My. God. Adrian asin Adrian Pucey?" Y/N answered.

Pansy nodded.

"Graham is like a brother to me! I can't ask him that Pansy and you know it." Y/N answered.

"For Salazar's Sake Y/N! She's not actually asking you to take Graham on a date! She's asking if you guys can accompany them." said Daphne rolling her eyes.

"Oh... well then. I'll think about it." answered Y/N."But please, give me some time so I can come up with a plan." she added.

"Oh thank you Y/N, take as much as time you need." said Pansy hugging her. Girls walked back to their seats as the train was approaching Hogwarts.

Hogwarts was standing in front them with all its magnificence. The castle, with its imposing stone walls, looked both familiar and distant. It was as though it held the echoes of her past, each turret and spire whispering tales of adventures and friendships. Hogwarts, in all its familiarity, was a place of comfort and belonging. It was a place where she had made lifelong friends and had discovered her true self. Returning to Hogwarts was like returning to a piece of her own heart, a reminder of the magical journey that had shaped her into the person she had become.

Students were led inside to have dinner and to settle into their rooms. Y/N, as usual, shared her dorm with Daphne and Pansy. Draco has had his own room since he was a Prefect this year. Mattheo, Blaise, and Theo all shared one room. The first night was always the most exciting one. Settling in and giggling with the girls as the night unfolds, deciding what to wear tomorrow were all special moments Y/N got to share with her friends.

The next morning, the girls woke up early and went to the Great Hall together. As they sat down, the boys of The Sacred Seven approached them and "Finally. The Sacred Seven. At where we belong." said Mattheo smiling. Their first breakfast at Hogwarts for the year was filled with joy and coziness. Shortly after, they all headed to class.

 As autumn made itself felt, it was already the second week of school. The castle was filled with the sound of students. It was a busy Tuesday. Girls were walking down to the Slytherin Common Room until they heard a "mrrrrrr" sound. Y/N turned away to look, only to find her car Purry was following them.

"Oh Purry, baby what happened?" Y/N asked her cat.

"Mrrrrr" answered Purry.

"What is she trying to tell?" asked Pansy.

"I don't know, maybe she is just grumpy this morning." answered Y/N. Y/N went back to her room to feed Purry -who had already had her breakfast- and told her "Oh Purry, more breakfast was all that you wanted?" said Y/N and Purry murmured again.

Y/N was a little late for her own breakfast. She walked towards the Slytherin table and sat down with her friends.

"Where were you?" asked Draco.

"Oh Purry was feeling a little bit hungry today. More than usual." answered Y/N smiling.

"That little cat of yours eats everything and still not enough?" answered Draco laughing.

"Yeah, she seems little but her stomach is bigger than ours combined. Trust me." laughed Y/N.

"Y/N, can I talk to you before class?" said Pansy.

"Yeah, Pans." said Y/N smiling.

Y/N got off the table to talk to Pansy.

"Pansy, before you start, I will talk to Graham today. I couldn't talk to him earlier because he was busy with Quidditch Team." Y/N said.

"Oh, thank you." said Pansy and two girls started to walk to classroom together. They entered the potions class and went on to sit with others.

After class, Y/N left the classroom in a hurry to find Graham who happened to be standing in the middle of the corridor.

"Graham!" she called.

"Oh, hi Y/N. How are you?" he said.

"I'm fine Graham, I have a little favor to ask from you. But promise you won't laugh." Y/N said in a serious tone.

"Well, well, well, this is getting interesting. Keep going." said Graham in a funny voice and leaned in to Y/N.

"Oh come on! Don't start already." Y/N said rolling her eyes.

Draco had been looking at her for a while when she noticed his gaze. He was looking at them from across the corridor.

"Oh, so a date accompanied by me and you. I wouldn't call it a serious date tho." Graham laughed.

"Y/N?" Graham said.

Y/N was looking at Draco.

"Please Graham, I am doing this for Pansy. It's not that I fancy a night out with you, either." said teasingly Y/N.

Draco was still on her mind. She wondered if he was still standing there looking at them. She turned away for a moment to look at Draco only to find he was gone.

"Well, I'll talk to Adrian tonight and I am assuming he would be down for it. So I am saying this Friday night. Is it okay for you girls?" asked Graham.

"Yeah, I'll double check with Pansy. Oh, and Graham, please let me know after you talk with Adrian. I don't want any last-minute problems." said Y/N.

"Who would have guessed you'd be so serious about the dates Y/N?" said Graham mockingly.

"Well, technically it’s not my date. But I don’t want to risk it for Pansy." said Y/N walking away.

When Y/N entered the common room. She found The Sacred Seven sitting by the fireplace. She leaned in to Pansy and whispered "Be ready for Friday evening Pans. Your girl here got it all sorted."

Pansy screamed which caused everyone to shock.

"What now?" asked Blaise.

"Oh, it is nothing." Pansy answered.

Draco's face was stoned cold. He didn't show any expressions. It's not that he did that often, but Y/N wondered if it had something to do with her conversation with Graham earlier.

It was supposed to be a cozy night by the fireplace, sitting all together talking nonsense. But Draco threw cold looks to Y/N every now and then and it made the night unbearable. Y/N was unsure of what to do. She decided maybe it wasn't about her. Maybe Draco wouldn’t go too far since he knew Graham was Y/N’s friend since they were babies. She was not going to take it personally.

It was not until the midnight when they decided to go to their dorms. Pansy was wearing her heart on her sleeve since she heard the news from Y/N.

"Y/N? Can I talk to you in private for a second?" asked Pansy.

"Yeah, Pans, of course." Y/N answered. They walked towards the window, far from the fireplace where The Sacred Seven was sitting already.

"Yeah Pans? What is it?" said Y/N wondering.

"First of all, thank you for arranging the date with Adrian. I will be forever grateful." said Pansy.

"Oh? It's nothing Pansy. I am glad to help. And? That was it is all about?" asked Y/N.

"No actually. There is one other thing. This date. I know you and Graham are friends since you were babies. I can think of the possible gossip this double date will cause. But the later, the better. I just don't want anyone in our group to hear about this date, except Daphne you know. The boys will make fun of it and- you know they-" said Pansy in a rather sad tone.

"Oh Pans, don't worry about the boys. I won't tell them anything. Besides, it's none of their business." answered Y/N smiling.

"Thank you, Y/N.” said Pansy and they walked back to the fireplace.

 "So, if you mix the polyjuice potion with the Felix Felicis---" Theo was trying to make a point

"Oh. My. God. Just stop it Theo, we are not mixing anything.” said Daphne.

It was clear that she got enough of Theo's bullshit. Mattheo, Draco and Blaise was laughing so hard.

"Well, let's hope that you won't try it in potions, tomorrow." said Y/N laughing.

Next morning, Y/N and Daphne left their room while Pansy was still getting ready. It was a windy autumn morning. The trees of the Forbidden Forest  surrounding the school had already started to shed their colorful leaves, creating a vibrant carpet of reds, yellows, and oranges that covered the cobblestone paths. The aroma of earthy leaves and wood-burning fires from the castle's hearths was filling the air, creating a unique, autumnal ambiance.

"She will spent hours in front of the mirror just to get Pucey to notice her, won't she?" asked Daphne.

"Yeah, probably. But still, I want their date to be perfect tomorrow night so she can finally have what she wants." said Y/N.

"Yeah, quite a job you did there arranging the date." Daphne said looking at Y/N.

"Yeah, tell me about it. Hope Graham wouldn't make fun of it for the rest of our lives." Y/N said laughing. When Y/N and Daphne entered the Great Hall, they saw the boys were already having their breakfast.

"Morning, morning." said Mattheo.

"Good morning guys." Y/N said.

After a short while, it was time for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Luckily they all had the same class. Which was a opportunity for Y/N to figure out what was wrong with Draco last night.

However, he seemed normal this morning. Nothing more, nothing less, just normal.

The Sacred Seven was headed to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. Class started as soon as they sat in pairs. As the lesson began, the Professor addressed the class, "Today, we delve into the intricacies of countering the Imperius Curse, one of the Unforgivable Curses. You must be prepared for any situation where your willpower may be tested. The ability to resist and overcome this curse could be a matter of life and death." This was an important topic.

The classroom's atmosphere remained intense, but it was clear that these students were not just learning to defend themselves; they were preparing to protect others from the darkest of magical threats.

After the class Y/N, Pansy and Blaise decided to go out to get some fresh air. However, after a short walk, Y/N was pulled away by Graham.

"Hey! Can we talk for a minute?" he asked.

"Sure." Y/N answered.

They were walking through the corridors of Hogwarts.

"So, I talked to Adrian." Graham said.

"So? Please, don't tell me he said no." Y/N said in a rather concerned voice.

"Oh, no. He is pretty interested in Parkinson actually. So our little double date is going to happen. Without a doubt." Graham said.

"Oh, thanks Salazar. Otherwise, Pansy wouldn't shut up about it for weeks." Y/N chuckled.

"You know, you are lucky to have me as a friend." Graham said in a rather snobby tone.

"No need to praise yourself now, Montaque." Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Since when do you call me Montaque? It is Graham to you, you know, it's your father's privilege." he says.

"Oh? So just my father's?" Y/N asked mockingly.

Graham throws his hand around Y/N's shoulder and addresses her "You know you are one of my favorite Slytherin girls. I know you since you were a baby." said Graham, still walking with his hand over Y/N's shoulder.

"Snobby, aren't you?" Y/N said mocking him.

In that moment they heard a sharp intake of breath. Y/N turned her back to look and saw Draco walking behind them with Theo.

"Oh, didn't see you guys there." Graham said.

"Apparently." said Theo while throwing a glance at Draco.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows and hissed. "Whatever." said looking away.

"So, thanks again, Graham. I'll see you around?" Y/N said stuttering. Graham left, nodding his head. She was afraid that Draco saw Graham's arm around Y/N. Well, the worst was yet to come, Y/N didn't know it just yet.

"So Y/N, being one of Graham's favourites from Slytherin must be flattering. Huh? Isn't it?" said Draco mocking. He rolled his eyes at Y/N. "Carrying you around like some kind of trophy in his arms? What a gentleman is Montaque." added Draco.

So he not only saw his arms around her but he also heard Graham's words towards Y/N.

And Draco was non-stop talking about Y/N's interaction with Graham. This was the first time Draco was this reactive. His reactions were getting out of hand and he was eventually stopped by Theo. "Cool down, dude." said Theo to Draco.

Draco scoffed.

Well, this was new. 

"Theo, may I talk to Draco alone please?" Y/N asked politely.

Theo nodded and walked away.

Draco still wouldn't look Y/N in the eyes.

"Dray?" she asked.

No answer.

"D-Dray?" she asks again.

"Don't Dray me now, Y/N." Draco said, anger in his voice causing Y/N to stutter.

"I-I- just….What's the problem then Draco?" Y/N asked.

"There is no problem. Everything is fine." Draco said rolling his eyes.

"Oh come on! Why are you so hard on me lately?" Y/N asked as if she didn't know the answer.

"I am not hard on you. I am not the one who's making things harder." Draco looked away again.

"Making things harder? I don't understand." Y/N's heart was beating too fast.

"Why is Montaque so clingy to you? He should take his dirty hands off of you. Or else." he finishes.

"I'm sorry Draco? He is my friend." Y/N answered, sensing Draco's jealousy.

"Well, then he should act like it. Who is he to touch you? Hell, who is he to lay a finger on you?" Draco was getting angrier each minute.

"I didn't know that you hated him that much." Y/N said, unsure of what will happen next.

"He does not mean anything to me. But I will go out of my way to make him sorry for being this close to you, if I have to." Draco said in a rather serious tone.

"You will?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah, I will Y/N." he answered.

"No need tho, he is a friend. That's all he'll ever be." Y/N assured. Draco and Y/N started walking towards the Slytherin common room.

But this time, Draco was different. He was walking extremely close to Y/N and his hand almost touched Y/N's. Tension between them could be sensed from miles away. A quite tense walk ended with them entering the common room. However, Y/N was never going to forget how jealous and protective Draco got of her. And he almost held her hand, for the first time. For the first time in eternity.

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Miracles don't exist | 13: An eventful summer

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): We love an avoidant queen / talk about death and torture [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

You trail after Draco and your aunt as they make their way over to the train. You have no desire to speak, especially to your aunt. Not after she stood by and said nothing.

"I suppose I can't stay at school during the winter break?", you ask as Aunt Cissy makes sure that not a hair on Draco's head is out of place.

You turn your head away as your aunt tries to hug you. A look of hurt flashes on her face before she smiles sadly. "I'm afraid not, honey."

With nothing else left to say, you board the train. As you make your way towards where you usually sit with Draco's friends, you stop. Before you can discreetly turn around and spend the rest of the trip alone your eyes meet those of Theodore.

He straitens up in his seat, even raises to his feet. His eyes are almost hopeful and his lips parted. Practically begging you to come to sit next to him. Begging you to talk to him.

You haven't answered a single letter Theodore had sent you after that dreadful day. Because you realised that now you bear that mark, you aren't safe for him. Voldemort must know that Theodore means something to you. Merlin knows he can dangle Theodore's life before you if you don't do what he says.

And that can't happen.

So, you've decided to cut all contact with Theodore. And as torture, you've kept all letters. Even the single letter he sent to Draco, asking him to talk to you. To make you talk to him. You've made Draco lie and say that you've received no letters.

Those letters have kept you sane in a house filled with Death Eaters. And you've brought them with you. You feel them in the inside pocket of your jacket. And they weigh you down.

Averting your eyes, you turn around and hurry towards the other end of the train. You don't hear your name being called or feel him follow you. Good. Great even. 

You pass a closed compartment, but its door slides quickly open and your name is being called. Hermione stands in the opening, a genuine smile on her face as she invites you in. 

She makes Ron sit next to Harry so you can sit next to the window. That way there is no easy escape for you.

"How was your summer?" You're quick to ask the question, so you don't have to answer it yourself.

The trio give each other looks. "Eventful", says Harry eventually. You raise your eyebrows and Harry tells you about how he was attacked by Dementors, how he was expelled for using the pratonus charm, and the hearing at the Ministry.

You shake your head. "In the name of Slytherin's monster. Is your cousin okay?" 

Harry shrugs. "Dunno. I left for Grimmault Place quickly thereafter."

Leaning back in your seat, you notice how hot it is on the train. Sliding off your jacket, the letters slip out of the inside pocket and spill all over the floor.

"Shit", you mutter and crouch down to grab them. 

Hermione goes to help you but gasps as soon as she sees the bandage on your left arm. You quickly pull down your sleeve — which has ridden up with picking up the letters. 

"What happened to you?!" She wants to reach out, but you pull your arm towards your chest.

You can't say what truly happened. That would mean your death. You're sure Harry would strangle you with his bare hands. "I tried to bake last week but I burned my arm on the doors of the oven. It's pretty nasty."

Ron raises his eyebrows sceptically. "Why didn't you get a healer to fix it?"

Shit. Right. "I'm not actually allowed into the kitchen at home..." Good safe. 

The truth behind your bandaged arm is that you don't know how else you could hide the Dark Mark.

The redhead seems to be satisfied with your answer and drops the hostile position.

You give Hermione a smile, but she looks concerned. "Are you sure you're okay? You look... tired." She gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze that says that you can tell her anything. 

But you can't. At least not this.

"Yeah, no. I'm fine. Just tired. And happy to go back to school."

The subject of you gets dropped after that. The trio understand — with all that they went through — when someone doesn't want to talk about it. And you're glad they do.

You walk with them towards the carriages that take you to Hogwarts when you encounter your cousin and friends. He tries to intimidate Harry, but the boy quickly advances towards the boy. If Ron didn't hold him back, you were sure Harry would have punched Draco.

Theodore slows in his steps and looks at you. You meet his eyes and quickly look away. A guilty feeling gnaws at your heart at the hurt look on his face. 

"What's with you and Theodore Nott?", asks Hermione as she catches the silent exchange. "You two seemed so... happy before summer."

You look sadly at the back of the boy's brown curls. How can you explain that Voldemort has taken residence in your home and that, in your mind, the only thing you can do to protect Theodore from the Dark Lord is pushing him away?

You contemplate your words as you wait for a carriage, Neville catching up to you four. As you want to answer you hear Harry question what is pulling the carriages. You turn around and gasp out.

What once was pulled by magic, now stands a black, leathery creature with white eyes and looks so meagre, it's almost emaciated.

"It's beautiful", you whisper, stepping closer to the black... horse? You reach out a hand and touch the beak of the creature. 

You've heard about the creatures before. Only people who stared death in the eyes can see them. The petrified look of the dead muggle flashes through your mind and you clamp your eyes shut, willing the tears not to spill.

"Don't worry, you're just as sane as I am", says a dreamy voice from into the carriage and all five of you look up. Luna Lovegood. Pale hair and even paler skin. A Ravenclaw girl a year below you. And that's all you know about her.

The ride to the castle is spent in silence with Luna trying to start a conversation but is met with awkward silence. It doesn't seem like she minds.

You dread the moment you have to go to the Slytherin table for the feast. Sitting as far away from your cousin, you watch how some toad-faced lady from the Ministry is introduced as the new DADA professor. She interrupts Dumbledore's speech, and a soft gasp makes its way through the Great Hall. Umbridge's speech makes one thing clear, and that is that it is another year with a worthless teacher.

Just when you need a decent one the most.

"You've been ignoring me." A bag drops on the table you occupy in the library. It's the farthest one away from everybody, on the top floor in between bookshelves nobody uses. And it annoys you that someone has found you.

Term has been going on for a handful of weeks. The new DADA teacher, Dolores Umbridge, is a worthless teacher and only gives theory lessons. She says that there is no need for you to practice the spells. Sucks to be a practical learner I guess.

So, you've taken the need to study more as an opportunity to avoid Draco and his friends. 

"I'm not ignoring you, Draco. I'm just busy studying for the O.W.L.s. Like you should do." You glare at him before turning back to read the same page over since he dropped into your space.

Draco's posture seems to slump a bit before he leans closer. "You should talk to Nott. He's been going practically crazy ever since you've been giving him the cold shoulder."

Slamming your book shut loudly, you turn angry towards your cousin. "Drop. It", you hiss between teeth. "You know why and you know it's for his own safety."

Draco rolls his eyes. "Please. I would feel honoured to bear it."

Sudden anger boils in the pit of your stomach. You don't know what possesses you, but you angrily take Draco by the front of his blouse and pull him closer to you. "You don't know how it feels. I feel it. I feel it slither under my skin, pulsate and burn. I feel him. His lingering presence, breathing down my neck.

"So don't tell me what to feel. The only thing I feel is anger and the want to cut my fucking arm off."

You release him and collect your books. The wide-eyed scared look brings satisfaction to you as you stomp out of the library.

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Full moon- prof! Remus Lupin x student! Fem Reader

Reader is of age!!! Afab reader

Summary: when a walk in the forbidden forest goes terribly wrong

It was a wonderful night the full moon was out and nearly every star in the sky was present. y/n decided not to spend it in her dorm. She crept her way out passing portraits and teachers until she made it safely out of the castle. A blanket in hand as well as her art supplies. Why waste this beautiful night when you can paint it?.

With a wand in hand incase things goes south y/n found the perfect place on top of a hill. Where the floor was covered in tree roots and only one flat piece of land for her to sit. She scouted the area before setting up. It had a perfect view of the castle.

The girl too emerged in her painting to acknowledge what was happening behind her. A snap of a wood branch was enough to pull her out of her trance. She wiped around to be met with a werewolf. Her eyes widened as she dropped her equipment in shock.

The grey wolf stared at the girl with familiarity. It whined as if it’s in pain as it took another step to the student. Y/n breathing became rapid as she backed up. Her back hitting her canvas making it fall over

“Dam it” she hissed pointing her wand at the creature who continued to whine as if it was communicating. Without thinking y/n made a run for it. She weaved through the forest the wolf tailed behind her snarling. Y/n looked behind her to see the wolf had disappeared until she looked in front of her. It’s big teeth the only thing she sees before everything turned black.

Professor Snape was patrolling the grounds when he heard a shrilling scream coming from the forest. He knew that scream.

He followed the echos of the scream until he found his student all alone on the forest floor bloodied and beat up. He quickly scooped her up and ran her straight to Madame Pomfrey who healed her.

It took 2 days for y/n to come back to her senses. When she woke she was met with instant pain.

“Oh good your awake. How do you feel?” Madame Pomfrey was by her side in an instant assessing her

“What happened?” The girl croaked looking around

“I don’t know what compelled you to go into the forest alone! At night! But it was a very close call. Your very lucky professor snape heard you and brought you here. You was attacked we are unsure w-

“The wolf” the girl gasped

“What was that dear?”

“A werewolf approached me when I was painting but I don’t remember what happened after that” her eyebrows scrunched together on confusion

“Your all healed up except for one which going to scar. It’s right on the bridge of your nose but don’t worry if wont be that noticeable” the older woman patted the young girls shoulders handing her a bouquet of your favourite flowers

“Someone left these for you” the healer gave a warm smile before exiting the room.

A note was attached to the flowers:

My dearest y/n

I am so sorry for what happened to you. What I did to you. I tried to fight it. I really did try but it was stronger than I. I know these flowers aren’t enough and I’ll do my best to make it right. And hope you’ll forgive me.

R x

Who could R be? Y/n had no idea. But whoever this person was they were also a lycanthrope.

Two long nights past when y/n became strong enough to attend her lessons. She had to use a cane to be able to walk. She was late to her first class but professor snape was understanding

“Ah y/n very glad to see your doing well” the professor gave a small smile which turned into confusion as the girl handed him a green box

“And what is this?” The girl hugged the man. The class was shocked to see the professor hug her back

“It’s not much as I don’t know how to repay you for saving my life but thank you so much” y/n softly said before making her a way to an empty seat next to Draco Malfoy.

“Glad to see your ok y/n” pansy said smiling

“That cut makes you look even hotter!” mattheo smirked touching it you pulled away hissing from pain

“Yeah, what happened to you?” Draco said y/n gave a brief story to the group she repositioned hissing as she felt a sting. Her friends looked at her as the girl leant on Mattheo for support which he placed an arm around her waist to hold her.

“Are you sure your ok?” Draco asked in concern

“Yh I’m fine just need to stretch my legs” she rested her head on Mattheos shoulder the whole lesson which he offered.

“Y/n let me help you to our next class” Mattheo offered before she can say anything he took her bag and placed a hand on her waist whilst your friends walked along side you.

When you arrived at DADA professor lupin was already there writing tasks on the board.

“Sorry we’re a little late professor we was making sure y/n got here safely” Mattheo spoke walking you to your table and taking your partners seat. You watched your teacher freeze at the sound of your name.

“Oh no worries mr.riddle. Y/n I’m glad your alright” the teacher spun around after he finished writing. He had fresh cuts on his face and he looked pale almost corpse like

“Thankyou professor lupin. If it wasn’t for professor snape. I wouldn’t be here” You watch as your teacher gulped hard his Adam's apple twitching as he weakly smiled

“We are so glad you are alright” he sat at the front of the class marking students' papers.

As you got on with your work. Snippets of that night flashed through your brain. The eyes of the werewolf and the blood on your hands. You didn’t realise you started to have a panic attack. The air thinning as you tried to breathe. Remus noticed this and ran straight to you

“It’s ok. Your ok breathe for me. In … and out. Y/n come with me ok” you didn’t respond as you were moved to the professors office he sat you done on a big arm chair and rubbed your arms.

“Sweetheart. Listen to my voice ok” your eyes frantically looked around the room before meeting his

“Y/n I want you to focus ok. Tell me five things you can see”

“Y-y-your r-record player, b-books, chocolate, tea cup and you” your breathing started to regulate as you focused

“Ok good now four things you can touch”

“Your j-jumper, this chair, the floor and my hair” as you calmed down you stared at the man in front of you all teary eyed.

“Brilliant we gonna keep doing this ok? Three things you can hear?” The older man smiled softly

“My class, the rain and you”

“Ok now two things you can smell” a small smile met your lips

“Chocolate and parchment paper” the man’s hands rubbed up and down your arms comfortingly

“And now one thing you can taste”

“Blood” the man’s eyes widened as he saw the blood on your lip

“Oh Merlin here” he patted your lip down with a napkin

“ I have something to confess y/n” lupin sighed as he kneeled infront of you.

“I was the one who hurt you that night, I tried to fight it I wanted nothing more then you to be safe but he was stronger that night. I’m so sorry I couldn’t forgive my self” he wrapped his arms around you

“Wait. Your a lycanthrope?” She watched the teacher nod as he stood handing her a small box of chocolate

“Yes and I made a mistake on that night by forgetting to take my wolf's bane potion. And I never wanted to hurt you. You know that right?” he placed a large hand on the girls cheek

“Of course sir but does that mean I will be one as well?” A light blush tinted her cheeks as she smiled nervously

“No no, luckily the cut wasn't deep enough for you to get it but I don't think I would forgive myself if that happened” Remus sighed looking down

“Hey, I forgive you. I know you didn't do it on purpose and it's my fault for going out so late to paint” her small hands held his face as she spoke

“And I've got a cool scar that makes me look hotter as Mattheo says” she laughed

“Here I uh found this in the forest” he handed you the unfinished painting making you gasp

“Thank you so much sir” the girl hugged Remus tightly he wrapped her up in his arms placing a kiss on her head

“I will never hurt you ok?” The girl nodded still embraced in the hug

“come on then. If you have any questions at all just ask” Remus said as he helped her back to her desk she nodded as a response thanking him

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You Won't Understand || Draco Malfoy x GN!Reader

Summary: Where, you stumble upon Draco mid breakdown in a secluded part of the library. Draco hisses for you to go away, believing that you’ll never understand his problems. You scoff, saying, “try me”, thus starts a newfound companion. 

Word count: ~2.5k

Warnings: Swearing, angst, some comfort towards the end?

a/n: Hi, I just wanted to write a fic in where, the reader also struggles with not being good enough, and finally, maybe, someone will understand what they’re going through. I might’ve self projected all of my worries and trauma from my high school days lol. There's a longer explanation for that at the end if anyone wants to read xD

But anyways, please enjoy

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you made your way to the library. It was lunchtime, and you were supposed to be in the Great Hall with your friends. However, earlier that day, you received a Howler from your mother. 

“Y/N L/N. YOU HAVE BEEN SLACKING OFF IN YOUR STUDIES AGAIN HAVEN’T YOU!? YOU ONLY RECEIVED AN EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS ON YOUR LAST EXAM. HOW COULD YOU!? DON’T EXPECT TO COME HOME WITH THOSE GRADES. IF YOU RECEIVE ANYTHING LESS THAN AN OUTSTANDING ON THE REST OF YOUR EXAMS, DON’T EVEN BOTHER COMING HOME.”

Thankfully you were in the privacy of your dorm room when you received this. Everyone had already left for the day. Your mother, a proud Ravenclaw, was deeply ashamed that you were sorted into the Slytherin house instead of hers. So to compensate, she relentlessly tortured you to always achieve the highest marks possible. After graduating Hogwarts, she attended the University of Oxford and ended up working for a different prestigious university as a researcher in neurology. 

Your father on the other hand was not a wizard. He was a muggle that your mother had fallen in love with while she attended regular university. He was also a neurologist, a man of science. He despised the magic part of you. It was a rude awakening when you got your letter from Hogwarts and your mother had to explain everything about her world. She fought him hard and long to send you to Hogwarts, so you couldn’t completely despise her. However, since they both wanted the best of their worlds for you, their expectations were too high in the sky for a mere sixteen-year old. Your father wanted you to attend the most prestigious university for med school while your mother just wanted you to be the top of your class. She figured you could become a healer at St. Mungo's or gain a high position in the Ministry of Magi. (She might be trying to live vicariously through you, as she gave up any jobs involving magic.)

As a result, you weren’t sure what you wanted anymore. For now, since you and your father weren’t exactly on speaking terms, your mother was the only one who even seemed to care. Thus, you focused all of your attention on your studies within the past month. Often skipping meals or falling asleep during them. Your friends began noticing the toll it took on you–your face grew paler and more tired, your hands shook, and dark circles formed under your eyes from countless all-nighters. Needless to say, you were incredibly freaked out for your next exam.

 If you didn’t receive an Outstanding, you would not have anywhere to go for the summer. Maybe you could spend it with the Weasleys? You managed to befriend Ginny, Fred, and George. Ron was a little harder to get him to come around, just because you were a Slytherin. 

On your way to the library, you nearly ran head first into Ginny. Oh, how coincidental. Before you even had a chance to apologise, she started rambling. 

“Oh hey, Y/n! I was just looking for you, I haven’t seen you at any meals today,” She said with worry evident on her face, “Are you alright? Please, come back to  lunch with me. I miss you, Y/n. We're all worried about you.” You cast her a guilt-ridden look. 

“I’m just heading to the library. I need to perfect my knowledge for the next exam,” You sighed defeatedly with a small chuckle. 

“But, Y/n–” Ginny began, concern lacing her voice. This time, you wore an apologetic expression. 

“I’m sorry Ginny, I just can’t. I–uhm, can I ask a favour from you though?” Avoiding eye contact out of shame, you looked away, unable to hold her gaze any longer.

“Of course Y/n, anything.” Ginny reached out and rubbed your arm in an attempt to comfort you.

You let out a heavy sigh. “Could I possibly stay at your place over the summer?” You hung your head down, eyes filled with unshed tears. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet Ginny’s gaze. “My mother owled me to say: If you don’t get O’s on the rest of your exams, don’t even think about coming home, child!” Ginny gasped softly, eyes widening at the words that stammered out of your mouth. 

“Oh, Y/n, of course you can stay with us. I'm sure you'll be alright, but you're always welcome to stay with us,” She replied, her voice brimming with sympathy. You gave a short nod of thanks, unable to speak or your tears would escape your eyes. “I suppose I’ll see you later then? Please, come to dinner at least.” You once again nodded, giving her a small smile. She smiled back as well, then turned and left you once again. 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The exhaustion and tiredness from it all was creeping in, eating away at you slowly. 

You were so tired. When would it get better? When would it end?

As you entered the library, your eyes scanned the endless rows of books, searching for a quiet place to study. That’s when you noticed a figure hunch in a cushioned chair by a window, their shoulders shaking and trembling.

It was Draco Malfoy. A boy that you weren’t really on any terms with. Occasional waves from you and small nods from him were the extent of your communication. 

Forgetting about your own woes for a moment, you cautiously approached him, uncertain if he would react kindly to your presence. Once you were about five feet away from him, his head snapped up. Then you saw his face. Tears pooled out of his eyes every few seconds, his lips trembled, then his brows narrowed. 

“What are you doing here?” Draco spat out, his voice a little hoarse. 

You hesitated for a moment, taking in the situation you just landed yourself in. Despite the venomous sounding tone, you could detect that he really hadn’t meant it that way. Ignoring his question, you stepped closer, concern etched on your own features.

“Are you alright?” You asked softly, your voice filled with genuine worry, “I–Is there anything I can do?”

Draco averted his gaze, trying to hide the pain and tears in his eyes. “It’s nothing. Just go away, please. You wouldn’t understand,” he muttered, his voice laced with frustration. You narrowed your eyes at this. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t? Why, because I’m not a pureblood? Because I 'don’t have any expectations placed onto me'? Hmm?” You retorted back, unsure why you spat back such a defensive response. He looked slightly taken aback at your words. 

“Yes, precisely. Wow, you're so smart,” his voice dripping with sarcasm, he rolled his eyes, then slumped back in the chair.

You folded your arms. “Try me, then. I won’t tell anyone, I swear it," you challenged him, not budging.  

He narrowed his eyes at you once again, unsure if he should open up. After a moment of internal struggle, he sighed with defeat. “If you really must know, There’s just–just so many expectations weighing on me. If I’m not good enough, it will be a disaster for my parents and me. I don’t want to risk anything, and the pressure is so... suffocating. I feel like I’m losing my mind,” he reluctantly started, but soon couldn’t stop, he didn’t know why he was sharing all of this with some random classmate.

“I’m not good enough for him. I don’t even feel that I’m good enough for my parents. My father always says: Malfoys do this, Malfoys don’t do that. Then my mother is already trying to arrange a marriage for me. I wish everyone’s expectations of me would just disappear.”

“But how would you ever understand that type of pressure?” He sighed in frustration as you just nodded along. muttered quietly, but you still heard him.

You didn't know who 'he' was, but you sure as fuck knew about pressure from parents.

“Sorry to interrupt your little pity party, Malfoy,” you sighed, meeting his glare with a calm gaze. “But let me tell you, I do understand the feelings of pressure and not being good enough for someone. I’m going to get kicked out of my home by my mother if I don’t get Outstandings on every single last assignment. She's dead serious about that. My father and I aren’t on speaking terms because he thinks being magical is stupid. He wants me to attend muggle medicine university. My mother shames me everyday for being in Slytherin and not her perfect little Ravenclaw house. They both expect me to do what they want without giving me a choice. If I’m not their perfect little daughter, I’ll just get shunned and kicked out. Disowned. I'm just their disappointment,” you rambled out, “but I suppose this little talk shouldn’t be about me. Sorry, didn't mean to spin it like that. Just forget it.” 

Maybe your family's reputation wasn't as important as the Malfoys, but nonetheless, you were sure you would become disowned by them. They had set unrealistic expectations out of you. Your mental health was rapidly declining, if it hadn’t already hit rock bottom, your feelings were valid and you won’t let anyone tell you otherwise. However, your parents didn’t seem to care about your feelings. 

"I definitely know how it feels. Like someone is drowning or suffocating you. There's no breaks. And it's all ridiculous because we are just teenagers. So what the fuck, life?" You angrily whisper out.

Draco stared at you, momentarily speechless. “I… I had no idea,” he murmured out, “it seems you are capable of understanding this more than I thought.” You mirrored the speechlessness, unsure if you should be insulted or relieved by his admission. He looked away from you, staring out the window for a brief moment. 

“It’s alright, Draco. No one really notices anyways,” you laugh awkwardly, trying to brush your feelings away again. Even though you pushed for Draco to share his feelings, you felt like a burden doing the same thing. 

You went to approach him, stepping into the rays of sunlight that beamed in from the windows. It wasn’t until now that Draco took in your full appearance. He never paid you much mind, as you weren’t a pureblood or in his friend group, but friends with the Weasleys. You truly were a beauty. You had godly features that rivalled any of the most attractive students. Your hair cascaded softly around your face, accentuating your facial features. It was also then, he realised just how malnourished and exhausted you were looking. The sunken eyes, pale face, bloodshot eyes and slightly trembling form. He was sure a gust of wind would knock you over. 

“You look like shit, L/n.” Draco said flatly, instantly realising the bluntness of his comment. Your eyes widened at his comment.

 “I–I’m sorry, that was uncalled for.” He apologised? Who was this imposter and what did he do with Draco Malfoy? 

“Gee, thanks. It’s nothing I can’t handle though.” You rolled your eyes, a small laugh escaped your lips. Attempting to brush his concern off and divert the attention away from yourself, you shot back, “Have you seen yourself though? I could say the same.” Draco just shook his head with amusement on his face.

“Yeah, yeah. But, it’s clearly not ‘nothing’. A gust of wind could knock you over,” he retorted back, though his gaze softened. You scoffed at him. He couldn’t explain why he suddenly cared, why he wanted to reach out to you. Maybe it was because you made him feel calmer? The gentle aura you carried around when others were there was relaxing and a good change of pace. Maybe it was the fact that you also shared the same feelings of struggle as him. Not being accepted or feeling good enough for everyone. You tried to help him (in your own challenging way), now he wanted to help you, at least just a little. 

You hummed a little, shying away a little for the first time. “Well, perhaps we could both use a break from trying to meet everyone’s expectations. Maybe we can help each other out,” you suggest, “though I don’t know how to help out with the whole pureblood traditions thing, I’ll be around for you if you need some support. Or just a friend to hangout with or vent to.” Draco nodded along with your plan, not feeling too opposed to this.

“And I can help you with your studies,” he offered with a soft tone. You nodded as well, giving a genuine smile this time. 

+==+==+

Over the next few weeks, you and Draco spent more and more time together. Sometimes it would be hardcore study sessions. Where it felt like the questions he quizzed you on were never ending. Other times, it would be ranting about everything and nothing. It helped both of you get some weight off your chests. A couple times, you took trips to Hogsmeade to chat over a butterbeer or three. 

You could say it was a friendship. You weren’t sure how he felt, but you could feel yourself falling for the Slytherin boy. Though you knew it might not end well, with him being a ‘pureblood’ and all. Such bullshit that is. You often told him that was your opinion on the pureblood traditions, he would just chuckle, sadness laced in it occasionally. 

“Y/n, how do you feel about your grades?” Draco asked casually as you both walked down an empty hallway. Your face paled and your body froze in your steps. The feeling always haunted you, no matter how much you talked it over, it would still haunt you. Draco came to a halt and turned towards you, voice laced with genuine worry, “Y/n?” He could see the inner turmoil your brain shoved you into, and it pained him more than it should have to see you like this. 

You tried to shake yourself out of anxiety’s grip. “I’m not too sure to be honest. I’m waiting on three exams and two homework grades still…,” you trailed off, drowning in your worries again. 

“Hey, hey, you’ll be ok, alright?” He said with a much softer tone while placing his hands on your arms. Over the weeks, you both became immaculate at reading each other’s signs of worry or anxiety, knowing exactly what to do. 

“You don’t know that, Draco,” you sighed, “although, maybe staying with the Weasleys would be better for my mental health anyways.” At this thought, you felt a little more relieved, but no matter how much you tried not to care, these feelings would forever haunt you.

“A–anyways, how about you? How’s your whole… family thing?” You asked, deflecting any more concern that came your way.

“It’s uh… still not great. Mother called off any preset engagements, however she still wants me to at least try going on the dates.” He grumbled. It was a little progress. You encouraged him to express his feelings with his mother, maybe it would change her mind. You knew it was a long shot to be able to change the traditions of hundreds of years, but why not try now? 

“Oh! Well, I suppose that’s… a little good then?” You tilted your head a little, becoming lost in thoughts again. You wondered if her mind would ever change enough to let you potentially date Draco. No, you haven’t confessed anything to Draco, but your feelings weren’t dying. 

Draco scrunched his nose and gave a slight nod. “Yes, I suppose so. Maybe, someday, she’ll let me date whoever I want, without worrying about blood status…” Your eyes widened, a blush spreading across your cheeks and to your ears. 

“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” You stammered out. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but you could’ve sworn that was implying he wanted to date you. Little did you know, you were correct. Maybe someday it would work out, but for now, both of you were content with your ever growing friendship. Though, can you really call this a friendship? You were sure it dug deeper than just that. 

looong a/n: So, I might’ve self projected all of my worries and trauma from my highschool days. I went to a public hs, but good god, the standards were high. Anything less than an A was a failure. I had friends crying over 94%’s… I had a couple friends that would get locked out of their houses for the day if they brought home C’s. I, myself, never felt smart enough either. My friends always scored higher than me.

I maintained a solid 3.8 GPA, but it just wasn’t as high as my friends’ with their 3.9’s and 4.0’s :’). So I spent my whole grade school career, never feeling smart enough. I cried myself to sleep most nights from the stress of it all. My parents would get onto me and had really high expectations for me as well. It took my dad forever to realise I'm going to sometimes get C's because some subjects just don't click and I crumble under pressure. No matter how hard I study, I cannot always get A's. That should be okay, but my parents....hhhhh. It’s taken me a little bit of time to start undoing the feeling that if I don't get A’s, I’m a failure.

Though, I’m finally realising that grades aren’t everything in life, and it’s ok. I’ll still aim for the top, but I’m not sacrificing my mental health for it again. (I still have a 3.8GPA at uni, but now I’m studying smarter ;) and uni has been slightly easier than high school, wtf.) I’m not trying to sound stuck up or snobby, I promise and I apologise. That was just the school mindset I was raised in. In which, I’m trying to undo some of those more painful mindsets. 

I’m trying to learn that my efforts are enough. I’m putting my best work in while not sacrificing my sanity this time. I’m enough, you’re enough, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. 

Thanks for reading if you did!

[pr33tylul]

HARRYPOTTER X FEM!READER

The bet pt2

Warnings: swearing, smut, smoking

Harry awoke that morning with a smile on his face. He went into the slytherin common room to find a tired malfoy, pulling out a cigarette from the box that was laid on the table. “Want one?” He asked Harry.

Harry sat down next to him and took the cigarette between his fingers and lit it.

“So how is it coming along with the bet? You know the one we had with y/l/n”

Shit he thought, he’d forgotten about the bet “uh- well it’s going great, got a date with her tonight.” Malfoy smirked as he inhaled the smoke. “Look at you go, aye but something tells me somethings off.”

Harry now looked at him. “Don’t know what your talking about.” He didn’t want to tell Draco that he’d fallen for the girl, he didn’t like admitting he liked any girl.

“You don’t want her to find out do you?” Malfoy say up now. “You’ve fallen for y/l/n” Harry gave him a glare. “So what if I have? I regret making this stupid fucking bet, if she finds out it’ll hurt her. Like all the other girls I hurt.”

He honestly hated himself for this whole thing he’d done. “Don’t worry potter, your secrets safe with me” malfoy put out the blunt they were sharing, Harry was to concentrated

On you than to smoke so malfoy had the majority of it.

~

Harry walked in the main hall to see you laughing with your friends, the sight of you it made him smile. He also saw Ron and Hermione talking at the gryffindor table, he knew that Ron had an eye out for the brunette and he was glad that he finally had gathered up the courage to talk to her.

Y/n turned to see Harry, she smiled and waved as she had gotten up. “You weren’t at my common room this morning”she said. “Sorry, woke up late” he honestly didn’t want to tell her that he smoked, he didn’t know what she’d think. “So why do you smell like smoke?” She looked at him concerned

“Umm malfoy smokes.” She nodded. “Come on I can walk you to your next class.” He took her bag and took her hand and intertwined it with his.

“You know you don’t have to take my bag, I can carry it myself.” She blushed, looking down at their hands. “Well i wanna carry it for you.” He said smiling softly “we still on for seven?” He asked “yeah, of course.” She said. They both walked into potions, deciding to be eachothers partners for this lesson, leaving Hermione and Ron working together. Y/n smiled as she kept looking over at her bestfriend blushing furiously as Ron helped her with the potion, as she needed help anyway, she was probably the smartest person in the room.

Harry had stuck with her as much as he could, if they had different classes he’d always be outside waiting for her every time the bell rang, taking her to her next class, risking to be late.

Lunch he ditched his mates and ate with her. Getting to know more about her.

“Where do your parents work.” Harry asked. “The ministry, my dads an auror my mothers a healer.” Y/n sat against the wall. “Interesting”

“What do yours do?” She asked back “my parents are apart of the order of the phoenix, my godfather is too, oh and my uncle.” Y/n nodded in response.

The bell rang for next period so Harry again took her to transfiguration.

After school had ended she’d practically ran into her dorm to get figure out what she’d wear for this date. She’d look through her closet to find a red dress. It was pretty but it wasn’t to fancy, she’d wear that with a denim jacket and some black heels.

She laid it on her bed, after she had eaten a little at dinner she’d come back up and change.

And that’s what she did.

She changed and waited for everyone to leave the common room, she sliped out her common room and waited for Harry.

Harry wore jeans and a shirt, wearing a flannel over it. He approached her looking up and down, y/n doing the same “hi” was all she said. He laughed pulling her along with him, heading to the Astronomy tower. “You look pretty tonight.” She giggled at his response. “Not bad yourself potter.”

They made there way up, y/n saw a blanket and a couple of snacks. “Not that much, but it’s a beautiful night tonight.” She walked forward. “It’s beautiful, Harry” she smiled. She sat down on the blanket seeing treacle tart, chocolate frogs, cauldron cakes, pumpkin pasties.

He sat next to her, admiring her in the moonlight as she looked at the moon. “you really do, look beautiful tonight.” She looked down as she couldn’t stop smiling.

She then looked at him for a moment, just one moment as she was trying to figure something out. “Fuck it.” She said. Climbing over all the treats and connecting his lips with hers.

He smiled into the kiss. Pushing her to the floor as he climbed over her.

“Bit bold of you to do that.” He smirked he kissed her neck. She let out a moan, closing her eyes “You really gonna fuck me against the floor? With no condom?”

He looked at her, she opened her eyes as he stopped. “What makes you think I didn’t bring one.” He reached into his pocket, pulling one out. “I’m guessing you’ve never fucked anyone before?” He finished as she nodded shyly.

“No need to be shy love, can I.” He grabbed the zipper of the dress. He wanted to make her feel safe as possible, make her feel loved.

“Yes” she nodded sitting up sliding her jacket off also. He undone her dress. Her dress sliding down her body, half of her breast revealed to him.

“Harry as much as I want you to kiss every inch of me, I need you” she placed her hand on his belt. He nodded, letting her undo his belt, he undone his jeans and pulled them off, y/ns dress getting flung off aswell. She looked down at his bulge, palming him through his boxers, Harry letting a whimper escape his lips.

He removed her panties, opening her legs to see her dripping wet for him. Y/n was now completely bare, y/n pulling on his boxers.

He didn’t let her wait any longer. Pulling his boxers down and rolling on the condom, her eyes widened at his size “is…is that gonna fit?”

“I’ll make it fit” he pushed into her, jolting back a bit at the sudden stretch, “holy shit” she let out a breath mixed with pain and pleasure. He didn’t wait for her to adjust, he fucked her hard and rough, y/n begged for more and scratched his back and eventually they both had came together, tangled in each others bodies. Slowly falling asleep.

AHHH STOP I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS

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Hello, can I request for a sad onesot of draco x reader where the reader is dying and only has few days to live and draco tries to look happy for her even though he knows that he’s going to lose the love of his life forever?

losing you | d.m.

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Losing someone is hard. Be it a member of your family, a friend, a pet, an acquaintance.

But knowing you are going to lose the love of your life is a whole other kind of pain.

Draco knew that better than anyone.

You had been together ever since the Yule Ball in your 4th year, your relationship growing into the most beautiful and intense connection either of you had felt with anyone in your life.

Draco treated you like a queen and was the very definition of what a perfect boyfriend had to be like.

And yet, your happiness was always overshadowed by something. A virus, a variable which threatened your relationship on a daily basis.

Your illness.

Nobody knew what the illness was, or what were the triggers for it or anything. It was a mystery that nobody could solve. Not the best wizard, not the most skilled healer from St. Mungo's or any other wizarding trick.

There was no cure.

Despite this, you lived your life to the fullest, knowing that your time in this world was limited and could be cut short at any given time.

Your boyfriend was exactly the opposite. He believed you should be resting at all times, you shouldn't exert yourself and get tired, you weren't allowed to do much effort, he was treating you like a porcelain doll he was afraid would break so easily.

You didn't mind it, knowing it was just the fear in him acting out. You felt guilty that you were doing this to Draco, leaving him in the time when he needed you the most and your life together was just supposed to start.

At your last visit to your regular healer, you received the news that your illness was now progressing rapidly and you would soon be leaving this world behind. To say that the news completely broke both you and Draco would be an understatement.

You thought you had prepared yourself for this moment, but hearing that your time had finally expired was bringing a whole new meaning to everything.

Draco was devastated. He couldn't even find the words to process everything, he was just shocked and numb at the same time. He wanted to be strong for you, wanted to put on a brace façade so he wouldn't add to your stress and pain, but after all these years together, you could read him like an open book.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you had asked him that same evening while you were sitting in his bedroom at Malfoy Manor.

His family had invited you to stay with them during summer break, which you immediately agreed to.

"Talk about what?" he was trying not to look at you because he knew he would immediately burst into tears.

"You know what, don't make me say it" you whispered, this conversation being as hard for you as it was for him.

He sighed and put his head in his hands, still facing away from you.

You shuffled closer to him and put your arms around his shoulders, bringing him into your body. The moment he felt your touch he completely broke down, clinging to your body like his life depended on it.

You held him tightly, whispering sweet nothings in his ear to help calm him down. Seeing him so broken and sad was tearing you apart, especially because you knew you were the cause of it.

"I just can't lose you" he mumbled once he managed to calm down and slightly pulled away from you to be able to look at your face, but still staying in your embrace.

"I know, honey, I know. This is not easy for me either, you know?" you said, stroking his cheek and wiping the tears that were still falling from his beautiful eyes.

"How am I supposed to do this without you? I don't even know how to function without you by my side" the way his eyes gazed into yours with all the love he had for you, but so much pain at the same time, was wrecking you.

"You're going to be okay. You're going to mourn me for a while and then move on with your life. I don't want you to spend your entire future in mourning, love" you said, caressing the back of his head.

He sniffed and shook his head.

"I won't move on. I can't even imagine being with anyone else" he was determined, which made you smile sadly at him.

"Honey, your biggest dream in life is to have a family. How are you going to achieve that if you don't find yourself a wife?" your tone had a slight joking tone to it, in hopes to lighten the somber mood.

"I don't know, but it's not fair that I should be happy without having you by my side. Are you sure there is nothing that we can do?" he had been grasping at straws ever since you got the news, burying his nose in every medical book he could get his hands on.

You smiled sadly and shook your head.

"No, my love. This is it" Draco sighed and buried his head in your neck, his sobs now turned to quiet sniffles.

It was silent between the two of you for a good 10 minutes, neither of you knowing what to say anymore.

"You're going to be okay, my love. I'll be watching over you and I'll be right next to you in every step" you whispered, planting kisses on the side of his head.

You might not have much time left with Draco, but you were going to make sure you make the most out of what you have left.

And you were going to make sure Draco will be okay without you.

He had to.

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I dance through multiships, and mostly write Dramione, but I have been known to dabble in the occasional rare pair.

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with your head in your hands (you're nothing more than his wife) || E || 1/? || Ginsy || love affair, infidelity for when you are nothing but a memory || M || 3/8 || Ginsy || canon compliant-ish wartime Hogwarts AU

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝

this bitter end || E || 31/31 || dramione || second chance, healer romance, post war tempt me softly, but touch me just the same || E || 15/15 || sirmione || age gap, student-teacher, Hogwarts 8th year of fire & monsters || E || 5/5 || dramione || abo, royal au || inspired by @ivmaruva art and co-written with TheBrightCity regression || E | 32/32 || dramione || murder mystery, slow burn, enemies to lovers, post war Deus Phantasmatum Noctium || E || 6/6 || sirmione || demon Sirius, bible scripture as foreplay

𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

in the spirit of negotiations || E || dramione his pretty baby || E || sirmione  yuletide beginnings || E || sirmione you’re my home || G || dramione  wicked games of laws and men || E || dreomione left foot, blue || E || pansy x ginny the gala || E || dramione last christmas || M || dramione happy christmas, draco || E || dramione seduction || E || pansy x percy

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Casual Dalliances or So They Say – stories that take place within the not a valentines date night universe • not a valentine's date night || E || dramione •the art of denying feelings || E || dramione

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regression // this bitter end // tempt me softly // deus phantasmatum noctium // for when you are nothing but a memory

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🥀 angst | ☁️ fluff | ✨ faves | 🔥 smut

🪐 already on notes | 🍂 to be read

Draco Malfoy 1

By lastheavcns

sectumsempra ☁️ - AU where it was the reader who hexed Katie Bell.

soulmates ☁️ - AU where at the age of 16, the first words your soulmate says to you appears on your wrist then fades away after meeting them.

faking it 🍂 - You fake a relationship with Draco Malfoy to avoid a classmate.

drunk nights ☁️ - Draco stumbles into your dorm room late at night.

remember me 🍂 - Reader loses her memory of Draco and their relationship, and he pretends they were never together at all.

By henqtic

𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 🥀✨ - Ever since the beginning of the year, Draco just needed someone to hold him.

𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘔𝘦 𝘈 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ☁️ - what would happen if your parents arranged for you both to attend the yule ball together.

hot chocolate and cookies 🍂 - post-war dracoxreader with a lot of fluff

By iwritesiriusly

Distant 🍂

Comfort Crowd ☁️

Cold 🍂 - Draco noticing the reader is cold and constantly trying to offer his sweater to her.

By awritingtree

Crystals and Stars 🍂 - Draco arrives at the Astronomy tower in hope of some peace and quiet. What happens when he finds a familiar face already there?

Can’t Help Falling In Love 🍂 - Y/N and Draco Malfoy have been forced into a marriage.

By willowbleedsonpaper

Carrot Cake 🍂 - soulmate au post war.

By coffee--writes

Expecto Patronum 🍂 - In which, Draco Malfoy was never able to cast a Patronus. At least up until now…

By selenes-sun

Two 🥀 - angsty

By heloisedaphnebrightmore

By your side 🥀✨ - Draco is suffering alone and you can’t stand aside anymore, watching him losing himself in pain.

I like me better 🍂 - Draco is having a hard time, but you are there by his side, reassuring him of how much you love him.

By iliveiloveiwrite

Healer | Healing Hands 🍂 - An injury takes you to St Mungo’s where you run into a familiar face. (post Hogwarts).

Unrequited? 🍂 - Parties are always the catalyst for confessions.

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble 🍂 - Draco needs a new stockist.

How To Stop Time: Touch ☁️ - Please could you do a soulmate au where time stops when soulmates touch for the first time.

this life is short, darling. so come, run away with me. 🍂 - talks of the future.

Secrets 🍂 - “Is that my shirt?”

Tell Me Something Good 🍂 - “I think I’m in love with you.”

Somebody’s Heartbreak 🍂 - “Are you… Are you flirting with me?” (fake dating)

home is wherever I'm with you 🍂 - Draco x Reader with a Post War AU friends to lovers.

Bets and Bludgers 🍂 - “I can’t even look at you right now.”

First Date 🍂

Accident Prone 🍂 - Healer!Draco and his quidditch player gf who always ends up injured somehow.

Something I Need ☁️🥀 - some angst - nightmares, reader comforting Draco, lots of fluff and love.

Haunted Forests 🍂

Good Days and Bad Days 🍂 - fluff and comfort and a really cheesy ending.

Love Languages 🍂 - Five times Draco shows you he loves you, and the one time he tells you. 

Stargazing and Waltzing 🍂 - stars and waltzes tend to lead to something more.

Chase Away The Dark 🍂 - reader has some awful nightmares and Draco wakes her up and comforts her.

Chasers and Cuddles 🍂 - draco who’s sore and tired from quidditch pls with a Slytherin reader.

Better 🍂 - academic rivalries, fluff, flirting, mutual pining, making out.

Late Fees ☁️ - A Librarian AU that absolutely no-one asked for.

Wait For Me 🍂 - draco performed the obliviate curse on his gf before the war, then met her again post war when he became a healer.

Love 🍂 - Draco x reader where they are dating in school, maybe just chilling and he realises he truly loves her.

In Dreams 🥀 - In dreams, he talks with you.

Take Me To Your Heart 🍂 - love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go.

Time Heals 🍂 - The aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts is a time for healing for everyone, Draco included.

By dracomalfoysslave

masturbation schedules 🔥

Sweet and Sour 🔥

By finnwrld

Always so cold 🍂 - the five times Draco Malfoy gave you his jumper and the one time you accepted.

By mirclealignr

a beautiful dream 🍂 - “I let you hurt me because i thought you would hurt less”

[itstopplingdomino]

tolerance | react drabble pt. 2

pairing: hermione granger x gn!reader (Can be read as platonic and/or romantic sense) summary: how would certain Harry Potter characters react when they find out you are injured but doesn't seem so from the outside...

tags: mentions/details of injuries (blood, cuts, etc..), implied physical abuse, generally fluffs, no use of y/n (usage of you/nicknames instead), gender-neutral reader, no-war alternate universe.

other parts : part 1 (harry potter x reader), ron weasley x reader, draco malfoy x reader, fred weasley x reader, george weasley x reader.

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⟢ Hermione Granger ⟢

To say you are academic rivals with Granger is an overstatement. Sure, the two of you are often toe-to-toe for the highest grade in all the classes you shared together but the two of you aren't exactly competing with each other. No, you are not studying together either.

Merlin, the extent of your exchange with her are within the vicinity of a classroom. In other words, you are not friends with her; simply a classmate.

However, it seems that everyone else sees it differently - to them, you two are friends.

And that's affecting the current status of your relationship with her.

Instead of the usual nod, Granger started to actually greet you whenever she passes by you in the hallways. Other times she'd even wave with a big smile.

It's weird, this sudden change though you accept it nonetheless.

So when she choose to sit next to you in History of Magic one random afternoon, you didn't mind it.

Despite teaching the subject for hundreds of years, Professor Binns has no desire to make the class interesting. Students are failing to stay focused, a few just straight up sleeping or have a full on conversation, and you... well, you are distracted for an entirely different reason.

Your wrist hurts.

A single glance, you are sure it's actually swelling. A second glance, you could see it's turning purple.

An unfortunate accident involving hyperactive third years who were throwing jinxes at each other in which a stray leg-locking jinx hit you had occurred just an hour ago.

The jinx didn't cause the swelling. You suspect the impact from falling on the hard ground where your hand twisted in the way it shouldn't is the primary reason for the swelling now. It didn't hurt as much at first, just a little sore paired with an off feeling when you bend it. Nothing that warrants immediate care, at least for you it isn't urgent-

"My goodness, are you alright?" Hermione spoke, cutting your train of thoughts.

You offer her a stiff nod and a vague explanation of what happened.

She looks around at first, focusing a few moments more on Binns as he float through the student at the back. She turns back to you, a wand ready at hand and whisper a quick spell with a flick of foreign movements. Clearly a spell above your year.

The strange feeling starts to decrease considerably, you look at your wrist and see that the swell reduced to a simple - almost unnoticeable - bump, and the colour returns to your normal skin tone.

"I'm sorry it's not perfect yet." She says. "I'm still practicing it but one only could practice so much when injury does not come by often."

When you suggest helping out in the Hospital Wing to her, she shrugs saying that healer career isn't what she aims at the moment - only increasing her spells arsenal.

Interesting, you think. But before you could follow up, Professor Binns returns to the front, still droning about the International Confederation of Wizards.

Well, to say you are academic rivals with Granger is an overstatement... but maybe, just maybe, becoming a friend is the first step.

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3 fics

recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems.” then tag some folks.

tysm for the tag, @onbeinganangel (post here), @the-starryknight (post here), @nv-md (post here)! i always love reading writers’ thoughts on their work, and this was def no exception! thank you for taking the time to share!! i adore you.

my contribution:

my most popular fic: The Four Doors [drarry, E, 49k, Mind Healer Draco, memory loss Harry, legilimency]

wrote this mofo with no plan and no experience. i’m still absolutely baffled that it’s had any readers at all – it’s definitely nowhere near my favourite thing i’ve written! (my theory is that ppl are fooled into thinking it’s good bc there’s a bit of a twist near the end 😂 and i guess it’s a nice length where you can read it all in an evening, but it’s long enough that you can sink into it a bit more than a oneshot? no clue, honestly)

hidden gem 1: Fresh Eyes [drarry, M, 248 words, morally grey Draco]

i bang on about this drabble all the time lmao. i love love love pieces of writing that are different on a second read, and this (along w Four Doors, i guess!) was an attempt at that. it’s over two years later and i still don’t think i’ve ever topped this one.

hidden gem 2: Still the pine-woods scent the moon [Remus/Harry, E, 15k, post-war Remus lives AU, scent kink]

bit cheeky calling this a “hidden gem” when it’s only been online a month, but! i had SUCH a rough time writing the longfic i posted this summer (and, lbr, with writing many fics before that), so recently i’ve really been trying to figure out how to write for myself more (since apparently i am unable to quit writing altogether despite desperately trying to!!)

working on this rarepair smutfic that nobody asked for was a much better experience than i usually have, and also i’m more pleased with the result than with most of my other stuff. imo i still have a fair way to go before i’m satisfied with my writing (and the writing process!), but this one def feels like a step in the right direction!

part of trying to fix my relationship with writing was unfollowing basically everyone so i’m afraid i have no idea who has/hasn’t done this! i’m a horrid little goblin, please forgive me. if you want to join in (and i want you to!! writers talking about their writing is my FAVE), pls consider this your tag x

[easily-infatuated23]

Undercover- Part Four

Prologue, Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

a/n: this has really taken a turn but i’m vibing with it lol 

pairing: Healer!Draco x Reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: a bit of angst at the end, talks of death 

summary: Reader finally comes clean to Draco about what she’s involved in

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When I came to, my head was pounding. It was the kind of pounding that occurs after you’ve been sobbing hysterically. I opened my eyes to find Draco sitting in a chair next to me. I was back in his bed. I sat up slowly and swung my legs over the side. Draco looked really stressed, but when he saw me sit up, he relaxed a bit. “I seem to be forming a habit of fainting into your arms. I promise I don’t usually faint this much” I said. I rubbed my eyes and gave him a pathetic smile. He shook his head and sat next to me on his bed. “I’m just glad I was there to catch you” he said, chuckling slightly. I nodded. I still felt a bit woozy and pale. “How about I go make us some tea and then you can finally explain whats going on”. I nodded again. It was time. Draco left me in his room as he descended the stairs to the kitchen. I stood up and walked over to Draco’s desk where his computer was. I picked up the piece of paper upon which I had so furiously recorded the names of the dead. It seemed the names of the dead were always growing in numbers. I sighed and shoved the paper into my pocket before descending the stairs and joining Draco in the kitchen. He handed me a mug filled with pipping hot black tea. The aroma of the tea helped calm my anxiety. I looked into the dark swirling hues of the liquid and took a deep breath. Draco was looking at me, the anticipation of answers radiating from him. So, I began my story.

“Almost immediately after I finished school, I joined a special task force that is part of a secret sect of the Ministry. The task force is so secret that the names of the other agents on the team are not supposed to be known by any one except the boss. The Minister doesn’t even know who is on the team, just that it exists. My job has been to discover, hunt down, and bring active Death Eaters to justice. A few months ago, I was assigned to go undercover and infiltrate a group of Death Eaters that call themselves ‘The Dark Saints’. They’ve been kidnapping, torturing, and killing muggle-borns. I was supposed to gain their trust, and gather as much information as possible. Our intel said that they were being funded and protected by someone in the Ministry. I had to do some really terrible things. I never killed anyone….but I had to stand by and watch as people died…good people.”

I paused and tried to control my breathing. It was difficult not to immediately start crying as I remembered the people I let die. Draco took my hand. I knew he could sympathize with this situation. After all, he was practically the poster boy for being forced into standing by as people died. “You did what you had to” he said, trying to comfort me. I shook my head. That was the furthest thing from the truth. I wiped my nose on my sleeve and continued.

“Any way, something I learned a long time ago is that you always need insurance when you’re involved with something as secretive as my job. Not just insurance that you still exist, but insurance that there are others you can rely on or use as contacts. I would go into the office after hours and look through every case file I could get my hands on and document them. But, the biggest reason I went through the files is because I make a point of knowing every agent that goes undercover. Even though we shouldn’t know who we work with, I make it a priority. That way, if anything happens to them, there’s someone who remembers their real name and mourns them.  I was so focused on remembering them, I forgot to look for them when their names started to disappear. When I searched the obit section of the Daily Prophet, I noticed that in the past two years, there are almost 20 people I know to be agents listed as dead. Each circumstance of death is just similar enough to create a pattern, but not enough to make it overtly suspicious. Usually things like drownings or falls from great heights.”

Draco stopped me. “Now that you say that, I realize that we have seen more and more people in the hospital who have been found half dead in bodies of water or from broken necks…we haven’t been able to save any of them. So what does that mean in connection with the Dark Saints?” he asked. “I realized that the deaths of agents started to coincide with a disappearance or death of a member of the Dark Saints. There were only four consistent members of the group and the other five or six would almost cycle through. This made me realize the key piece of information I was missing.” Now I stopped feeling as sad and started to get angry.  

“My boss is the one financing the killings. When I looked in that book, I saw only four names out of the group of ten I was with that I recognized. I also saw my boss’s name in the book. I don’t think anyone knew or knows he’s a Death Eater, I mean hell he’s in charge of hunting them down! He must have devised this scheme to kill muggle borns and get rid of his agents. To avoid suspicion, he’s been using agents to go ‘undercover’ in the gang that he created. This way he’s getting rid of agents and getting more and more people to do his bidding. They thought they were helping… I thought I was helping. Whenever an agent realized they were actually just helping the Dark Saints or wanted to leave the case, they were killed. He also used this as a way to help real Death Eaters stay under the radar. He knew the agents would never get the actual mark so he used this as an excuse to have a sanctioned way to create an untraceable and removable Dark Mark.”

Draco looked stunned. “I see why you passed out. Thats a lot to take in”. I nodded. My hands were balled into fists. My boss had fooled everyone, and I was furious. “What is your boss’s name?” Draco asked. “Hiram Baxter” I replied. Draco looked away and his expression changed. He looked like he was searching his memory for something involving that name. His eyes suddenly widened. “Have you ever heard of the Death Eater called ‘the Barbarian’?” he asked. “Yeah of course. We all have he managed to evade everyone. No one even knew his name. Why what are you saying?” I could barely believe what I was asking. “I remembered hearing my father talking about the Barbarian once and he referred to him as ‘Baxter the Barbarian’. I think your boss is the Barbarian”. I felt my blood boiling. I stood up and let out a scream. I never knew I could feel this amount of rage. “That bastard is going to pay!” I said. Draco nodded. I began to cry again, but this time not from sadness, but from frustration. “I’m going to need your help Draco. With your evidence, we may be able to bring Baxter down. We just have to live long enough to get to trial.” Draco gulped. “I-I don’t know if I can. I’ve been successful in distancing myself from dark magic and I don’t know if I can do it.” “But, you would be helping put a stop to a growing collective of dark wizards.” I stammered. He looked down. “I’m sorry”. I took a step towards him and held his hand. “Draco…please”. He pulled his hand away and turned his back to me. “You should go now. I’ve already gotten too involved.” I was stunned. The tears from earlier had returned and were threatening to flow down my cheeks like raging waterfalls. “Don’t forget, it was you who brought me here! It was you who got yourself involved in the first place!” He didn’t move and I continued to scream at him. “I was the one who told you to leave me alone and what did you do?! You kidnapped me!” His shoulders shook slightly, but not because he was crying. He turned to face me, his face red with anger. “I was just helping a patient! I never needed to know or be involved in this!” He screamed back. He slammed his hand on the counter. I was taken a back. He looked into my eyes and and for this first time he saw a flicker of fear. He hadn’t seen fear in some ones eyes due to his actions in a long time. He felt sick.

I was trembling and did my best to hide it as I began to speak. “You’re a coward Draco Malfoy. The changed man I heard rumors of is a lie. I only hope that when I’m dead, you’ll do something about it.” I fished out the list of names from my pocket and threw them on the counter. Then, I removed the colored contacts from my eyes that had only barely hidden me and waved my wand, removing the glamour concealing my hair. For the first time since Draco Malfoy had laid his eyes on me, he saw me as I truly was, as he remembered me. I looked more like the girl who had been traumatized by the war, just as he’d been. I looked more like the girl Draco had silently pined after before he became a Death Eater. “If you don’t do it for me or even for yourself, do it for the muggle-borns I couldn’t save and the ones who are going to die very soon.” And with that, I ran back to his bedroom, pulled on my back pack, and disapparated. I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew I was no longer safe with Draco Malfoy.

Draco stood in his kitchen. The screams from moments before left a now deafening silence. He picked up the list of names and crumpled it up, throwing it off to one side. He knew Y/N was right but he was terrified. It was like he was 17 again. He was alone, and had a burden of knowledge that if he shared would get him killed. But, he did have one thing he didn’t have all those years ago. He had Harry Potter, an acclaimed Auror and friend on his side.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Summary: Despite Y/N’s blood status and House, she happens to be the only witch in the entirety of the wizarding world that Draco gives the time of day. A fellow Healer, close confidant, and dare he say, best friend, she’s always managed to make his life exceedingly tolerable, particularly when he finds himself thrust into a weekly gathering or dinner that his parents have set up to find him a suitable wife. But when an accident threatens to tear the two apart, it matters not what Draco is feeling, because the fate of their friendship and their future relationship lies in the beat of Y/N’s heart. 

Warnings: Mentions of injuries and blood

Pairing: Healer!Draco x Muggleborn!Reader

Genre: Angst | Fluff  

Word count: 4.5K

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. No different than the sickening feeling of anticipation at the sight of the revolving roulette almost coming to an end or the tingling sensation of doubt when faced with the final choice in wizard poker. The man was beyond certain that misfortune would always find a way to strike him long before he had the chance to think of victory. 

Tired and exhausted from the patient he had the displeasure of overseeing, he puffed out the air wedged in his lungs, heading to the comfort of his office. Once there, Draco threw the clipboard and files he held on the desk, wasting no time to slump in his chair. He craned his neck, attempting to relieve some of the pain while his fingers swiftly moved to untie the fabric of his tie.

Just when he took a deep breath, ready to relax, he grumbled in displeasure at the sound of someone knocking on his door. Draco rubbed his tired eyes with his palms, looking up at the white lights illuminating his office. “This better be good,” he whispered to himself before calling in whoever was behind the mahogany door. 

The door creaked as the person behind it pushed it open, causing Draco to make a mental note to fix the bloody sound before it drove him mental. A Healer peeped her head inside, a crooked smile governing her lips. “Hey, grumpy dwarf. What’s got you all worked up?”

Draco shook his head with an amused smirk, the tension he harbored slowly evaporating. “Y/N,” he greeted the witch, his stormy eyes following her every step once she closed the door behind her and strolled inside. “Kindly never compare me to a dwarf ever again. We both know that you tick every box when it comes to that description.”

Y/N feigned hurt, placing a hand on her heart. “Oi, you’re mean! But then again, you do make a more fitting Snow White.”

“I have no idea who that is.” Draco laughed at her remark without taking his eyes off her. He watched her gracefully sit on his desk, frivolity nestling comfortably in her big doe eyes. 

“It doesn’t matter as long as I know what that is,” Y/N teased. She kicked her legs in the air, her eyes skimming over the mess of papers and files on Draco’s desk. With curiousness in her gaze, she reached out for the file closest to her. “Harry Potter? Three broken ribs, flail chest, concussion, fractured hip, and–”

“Acromioclavicular joint sprain, yes,” Draco continued. 

Y/N’s brows knitted as she read over the patient file. “Must have been one bloody fight. Literally.”

Draco chuckled in response. He took the file from her hands, reaching for his quill. “It wasn’t exactly a walk in the park admitting Auror Potter here.” He dipped the quill in the onyx ink bottle, beginning to add his own notes on the papers. 

Y/N eyes wandered to Draco, studying his figure. She crossed her hands over her chest, peering at him. “Is that what’s got your knickers in a twist? That he’s here, and you had to treat him?”

Draco didn’t spare Y/N a look, but from the way he had stopped writing, she figured he must’ve rolled his eyes. “No. Treating him was far easier than expected. It was having to listen to the whines of the Weaslette and Granger, among other things. That was the most irritating part of it all.”

Y/N leaned back to get a better look at Draco. She shook her head at his statement, drumming her fingers on the table. “Aren’t you a tad bit exaggerating, perhaps?”

“On the contrary. As if seeing Potter wasn’t dreadful enough, it was exceptionally irksome having to be in the presence of the other two witches.”

“Well, Hermione is his best friend,” Y/N argued, trying to reason with the blond. “And wasn’t Ginny his fiancee? Or did he not propose yet?” 

“In case you’ve missed it, darling. I’m a Healer, not an editor at Witch Weekly or The Daily Prophet,” Draco cynically replied, waving his quill in the girl’s face.

Y/N huffed at his response. She took out a pile of papers, spewed lazily on his desk, and hit him with it on the head. Draco winced, shooting daggers at Y/N. “You’re a pompous arse.”

“Is there a reason for you being in my office other than to continuously insult me?”

“Yes,” Y/N replied with a smirk. “To grace you with my presence.”

Draco blinked, attempting to hide the glint of amusement swirling in his irises. “How charming,” he told Y/N, continuing to fill Harry’s file. 

Y/N kept her focus on Draco, watching as his fingers moved around, gracefully guiding the feather on top of the parchment. Mesmerized by the sight, and falling to the realization that she had been silent for too long, she loudly cleared her throat. “Why are you bothered so much? Did they say something bad? Please don’t tell me they refused to have you as Harry’s Healer because of it.”

“No,” Draco rushed to say, sensing the worry in Y/N’s tone and feeling a slight itch on his left forearm. “No, darling. They never said anything about that. It was just hard to concentrate with them breathing down my neck.”

Y/N half-laughed, her shoulders looking less rigid. She played with the papers on the desk, her eyes narrowing at the Healer in front of her. “Come on, Draco. Plenty of people have done that too when their loved ones were in our care.” 

“Well, then. Perhaps people need to learn to control their emotions in times of distress.” 

Y/N raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Not everyone is an established Occlumens like yourself. I may be a Healer, but I know I’d lose my composure if someone I cared about entered the doors of St. Mungo’s all bloodied and bruised.” 

Draco rolled his eyes indignantly. He didn’t have enough energy to argue with Y/N, and knowing her, she would be about ready to argue all night. For two days straight if she had a drop of coffee in her system. So, Draco decided that it would be best to change the subject. 

“So.” He cleared his throat, taking his eyes off the files. “Care to tell me about how your day went? Hopefully it was better than mine.” 

Y/N’s facial expressions changed, the light that was once in her eyes dimming. It was then Draco noticed the black circles beneath her eyes and the tiredness that lingered on her face. 

“It… was okay, I guess. I just have a night shift today, which I’m not looking forward to.” 

���Right,” Draco hummed as he remembered. “My offer still stands, you know? I’d be more than happy to take your place.” 

Y/N bit on her lower lip, her gaze flickering straight to Draco’s. He watched her carefully, his own silver orbs glued to her teeth as she chewed on her lip to contain a laugh. But eventually, Y/N had failed miserably and ended up clutching her stomach, chuckling aloud. 

That woman is unbelievable. Draco mentally thought, watching as tears streamed down Y/N’s cheeks from the sincerity of her laughter. 

“You got roped into another dinner with a potential wife, didn’t you?”

“No,” Draco scoffed incredulously, running away from Y/N’s burning gaze. He looked at his left, which was perhaps a wrong move because he caught Y/N’s eyes in the mirror. “Yes. Now, stop looking at me like that!” 

“Like what?” Y/N feigned innocence, her lips contorting into a bashful smile. 

“Like you’re trying to get into my head.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous. I can’t do that. I’m not a Legilemens.” 

You don’t need to be one, Draco mentally fired back, but he never dared to say it aloud. “The point is, you look like you could use a break while I could use an excuse. So, why don’t you let me handle your shift?” 

“Because you’re going to have to admit to your parents that you’re above all this, Draco,” Y/N explained, seemingly more serious than she ever was before. “And if not tonight, then when?”

Draco groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not easy, and you know that.” 

“Yes, fairly well, too. I may not be a pureblood, but my parents are as strict as muggles come.” 

“At least yours don’t have a list of suitors as party guests,” Draco said, cringing at the thought of the many women he had met and had yet to meet as per his parents’ demands. 

Y/N merely rolled her eyes as a response to his behavior. And knowing her, she was starting to get annoyed. “Need I remind you that the last time I spoke with them, they had attempted to set me up with some ostentatious muggle prick of their choosing?” Y/N spat, a flicker of pain outlining her irises. “I don’t exactly live up to the Y/L/N name with me being a witch and all.” 

Draco closed his eyes as he let out a breath. How stupid of him to forget such a massive detail. He moved out of his chair and towered over Y/N, his stormy silver eyes roaming her figure. Draco’s hands cupped her cheeks, and before he knew it, he was kissing the crease that formed between her brows. 

“I’m sorry, darling. It’s not you that doesn’t live up to that last name. It’s that last name that doesn’t do you justice.” 

Y/N’s mouth twitched, Draco’s words tugging at her heartstrings. She blinked, looking down at her feet as she attempted to hide the pink tint that formed on her cheeks. “Thank you,” she whispered meekly, looking up at Draco from underneath her lashes. 

Draco’s hands lingered on Y/N’s rosy cheeks for a moment, losing themselves in the softness and warmth of her skin. Eventually, his hands fell back to their place. 

“You sure you don’t want me to fill in for you?” Draco asked. “Even if it’s just for a bit? It looks like you could use some sleep.” 

Y/N pursed her lips in thought, beginning to fiddle with the fabric of her green coat. “As enticing as this sounds, I’ll pass. I’ll just take a power nap and get back to work then.”

“Fine. If you insist.” 

Draco left Y/N sitting on his desk and moved to the other side of the room. He rummaged through one of his cabinets, and judging by the fact that he spent a good minute or so searching for whatever it was he was looking for, Y/N figured he had placed an Extension Charm on it. 

“What are you looking for?” she wondered aloud, curiously trying to see what it was that Draco was looking for. 

A beat passed before Draco pulled out what appeared to be a white blanket from the drawer. He moved with steady steps toward his couch on the left side of the room, dropping the blanket. He quirked an eyebrow, gesturing to the couch. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled. She hopped down from the desk, making her way to the makeshift bed with a lopsided smile, her eyes fixed on silver hues that were as magnetizing as the night sky. “Forget Snow White.” She took off her shoes and nestled herself comfortably on the couch as Draco draped the blanket over her body. “You’re my own fairy godmother.”

“I have no idea what that is either,” Draco replied. His fingers twitched as he got the urge to brush the hair out of Y/N’s face. But before he got the chance to do it, she moved her hand to her face and placed the stray strands behind her ears. 

Y/N closed her eyes, tugging the blanket higher. “That’s your loss.” 

Draco looked away, his eyes alight with mirth–a sight that only Y/N could paint with her simple presence. He took his wand from the pocket of his coat, waving it around to turn the lights off. “Don’t sleep too much.” Draco placed a gentle kiss on Y/N’s forehead, admiring the way her long lashes lifted to expose her crystalline eyes. “I’ll send you a Patronus to make sure you wake up.”

“Enjoy dinner, Draco,” Y/N called, closing her eyes and surrendering to a much-needed sleep. 

Draco stood by the doorframe, watching her drift to sleep. “Sweet dreams, darling.” He gently closed the door and walked down to the hospital’s apparition point, looking forward to get this pathetic dinner over and done with so that he could laugh about it the next day with Y/N. 

To say that dinner was a complete catastrophe would be an understatement. It was an utter debacle. Draco’s parents didn’t settle for setting him up with a potential pureblooded wife. They went as far as attempting to sever relationships to secure him one. 

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy desperately tried to match him with his Hogwarts classmate and friend Daphne Greengrass. However, their perpetual attempts at laying the red carpet for Daphne and creating utopian scenarios were proven futile when Draco disclosed that his potential wife was already involved in a relationship. 

And when his parents had found out that she was dating a halfblood, they tried to convince Mr. and Mrs. Greengrass to consider a betrothal between the two families to strengthen ties and remain within the bounds of the sacred twenty-eight. 

When the Greengrasses refused to entertain this notion, Draco was sure that whatever his parents were planning next was going to be disastrous. He had already rejected the idea of courting his best friend Pansy Parkinson. At this rate, the next candidate was either going to be Millicent Bulstrode or his parents were going to wait for the birth of Avery’s daughter to wed her to Draco when she becomes of age. 

It was seven in the evening when Draco opened the door to his office, sauntering in with a steamy cup of coffee in his hand. His eyes couldn’t help but travel to the couch, finding the blanket that Y/N was covered with neatly folded. 

He smiled, an image of Y/N’s sleeping figure popping into his head. He decided to leave the blanket, knowing that she was most likely going to need a nap sometime during the day, considering she was spending hours on end at the hospital. 

A knock echoed in Draco’s ears, causing him to slightly wince. Whoever was assaulting the door, he was sure wasn’t Y/N. “Yes?” he sighed, leaning back against the chair and placing his hands on the armrests. His door creaked open as another Healer walked in. 

“Healer Malfoy,” his colleague, Healer Abbott, greeted. She walked further inside the office with papers in her hand. 

“Abbott,” Draco nodded, eyeing the papers. “What’s that you got?” 

“A couple of papers that need your signature. They’re discharge orders for Auror Potter.” 

Draco’s nose wrinkled in disgust. “He was just admitted yesterday.”

Healer Abbot pursed her lips, extending the papers. “I’m well aware. Except that he says he doesn’t require our services anymore.” 

That bloody wanker. “Believe me, Abbott. I want him out of this establishment far more than he does,” Draco admitted. He pushed back the papers that the Healer brought, looking for Harry’s file. “But even ‘The Chosen One’ doesn’t have the healing abilities of a bloody phoenix. I’m going to need someone to check on him, preferably Y/N if she’s here or coming in later.” 

Healer Abbott shook her head. “Healer Y/L/N is not coming in today.” 

“Why?” Draco asked, not recalling Y/N having told him that she’s taking the day off. 

“She had a particularly long shift yesterday. From what I heard, Head Healer Malachai told her to get some rest today.” 

“Fine,” Draco sighed, handing Healer Abbott Harry’s file. “He’s your responsibility until I get back. Don’t let him out of your sight.”  

“For the last time, Mrs. Hoffman. I’m not interested in courting your granddaughter.”

“Well, it’s a shame to hear you say that, dearie,” the old woman said. She looked up at the young Healer, her brown eyes shifting color when touched by light. “Such a handsome young man like yourself deserves a charming young witch by their side.” 

“Perhaps, but not as young as your granddaughter,” Draco replied. He let his focus back on the clipboard he was holding onto, jutting down notes based on the diagnostic charm he casted on Mrs. Hoffman a few minutes ago. 

“She’ll be of age in just a few months time.”

Draco quirked an eyebrow, his squill scratching against the parchment. “And when will that be exactly?” 

Mrs. Hoffman’s eyebrows knitted in focus. She tapped her index finger against her chin, trying to remember the exact date of her granddaughter’s birthday. Draco waited patiently for her to answer, holding his breath as he counted down the seconds. “I have no clue.”

“Do you at least remember her name?”

Mrs. Hoffman looked confused. “Who’s name, dearie?”

Draco sighed, marking down the new information on his clipboard. While the witch didn’t seem to be making too much progress, her state was much better than Lockhart’s. Draco winced as he remembered that buffoon, thankful that he was someone else’s responsibility and not his. The last time the Head Healer assigned him Lockhart, the man tried to convince him to frame one of his autographed headshots. The man might’ve been dealing with permanent memory loss, but even a charm as strong as Obliviate never managed to wipe out his narcissism or his putrid attitude. 

Draco bid his goodbyes to Mrs. Hoffman, promising to check on her again tomorrow. He closed the door behind him, strolling down the corridor to check on his other patients. As soon as he exited the Fayette Barlowe Ward, he found himself almost tackled to the ground by one of his colleagues. 

“Abbott, what the bloody hell is wrong with you?” Draco snarled, holding Healer Abbot by the elbows. 

The Healer stepped back, trying to catch her breath. “Malfoy,” she exhaled, placing one hand on her heart. “I’ve been searching the entirety of St. Mungo’s for you!”

Draco looked her up and down, his nose scrunching. “What do you want that’s so urgent?” 

“We need you for an emergency surgery.”

“And why exactly is that? The last time I checked, this institution is overflooding with Healers, so why is it that you need me in particular?” Draco watched as Healer Abbot shifted uncomfortably in place. Her eyes darted from side to side, trying their best to avoid being caught by Draco’s silver hues. “Don’t tell me it’s bloody Potter again. I swear if–”

“It’s Healer Y/L/N,” the woman blurted, looking remorseful. “She’s in a critical state and needs immediate medical attention.”

The world tilted on its axis without prior warning, causing a sudden static noise to echo in Draco’s ears. The Healer paled, stricken by fear as he watched with dazed and frantic eyes the woman in front of him. “Y/N?” he whispered. Without waiting for an answer, Draco made a mad dash toward the Operations Ward, pushing and screaming at anyone who stood in the way. With a shaky breath and unsteady heartbeats, he pushed the doors of the ward open. “Where the bloody hell is Healer Y/L/N?”

“In here, Healer Malfoy,” one of the junior Healers called. 

Draco threw his clipboard and quill aside, urgently moving to assess Y/N. “Preliminary diagnostic results?” he asked, his eyes skimming over her frail figure. 

Y/N’s skin was ashen, even paler than his own. A trail of blood hugged the side of her forehead, oozing from a large gash that taunted Draco. Her long lashes met together, keeping her eyes away from sight. The veins on her eyelids ice blue like frozen constellations engraved on her skin. Her chest barely rose and fell, her figure appearing almost dead. 

Draco hurried to press his fingers against the side of her neck, next to her Adam’s apple, checking with unsteady fingers for any sign of a pulse. He searched for a good couple of seconds, holding his own breath to make sure his thundering hope wouldn’t be deceiving him. 

“Concussion, Bradycardia, Pneumonitis.” 

“Fuck,” Draco breathed as he hurried to place the pulse oximeter on Y/N’s finger. His eyes hurried to check the value, his heart falling to the pit of his stomach when it showed 88%. “Hypoxemia.” 

“Healer Malfoy,” Healer Bones said, her eyes switching between Y/N and Draco. “What’s the best course of action to take now?” 

Draco gulped. He swayed on his feet, his hands rushing to grab the bars around Y/N’s bed. Blood rushed to his head, invading all his senses. A tumultuous surge of fear and trepidation froze him in place. 

The sight of Y/N’s lips turning blue with every beep from the ECG monitor caused him to lose his mind. A hot and scorching sensation shot through his whole body, rendering him unable to do anything but internally scream. 

He attempted to occlude all those thoughts of Y/N being covered by a white cloth and taken away from him, but no matter how much he tried to compartmentalize, he found himself failing miserably. 

Healer Bones leaned over Y/N’s frail body, slightly obscuring her from sight. “Healer Malfoy?” she asked, loud and clear. Concern was evident in her eyes along with a look of distress. 

Suddenly, Y/N’s voice rang in Draco’s ears. ‘I may be a Healer, but I know I’d lose my composure if someone I cared about entered the doors of St. Mungo’s all bloodied and bruised.’

His fear almost caused him to rush out the doors of the Operations Ward and request for another Healer to come and heal Y/N before it was too bloody late. But a part of him couldn’t let her out of his sight. When the ECG monitor beeped continuously, indicating that Y/N’s already scarce heartbeat was coming to a stop, something snapped in Draco. 

“Bones, administer muggle CPR to Y/N at once. Elliot, clear her airways, Abbott, do something about that concussion, and leave the rest to me.” Draco took out his wand, pointing it at Y/N’s chest, watching with a sweaty forehead the ECG monitor while everyone began to tackle their assigned tasks. “You’re not dying on me, darling. Or else you’ll be giving me a reason to commit the crime I was once too bloody petrified to go through.”

Y/N’s eyelids felt heavy, as if something was weighing them down. Her chest constricted, pain surging through her veins all the way to her heart when she breathed too hard. The darkness behind her eyelids was too much to bear. The possibility of never opening her eyes again caused her to fight for the light she wished to feel. 

Her fingers twitched, involuntarily at first. But as soon as she felt someone’s soft fingers curled around hers, she fought the feeling of numbness that immobilized her. With great effort, she moved her fingers once more. She could feel the chill that sparked through her body, recognizing the familiar metal of a ring against her skin. “Draco,” she whispered, the hand that held hers intertwining their fingers together. 

“Y/N, darling.” A voice said, sounding hoarse. “Open your eyes for me.”

She followed after the voice like a lovesick teenage girl following after her crush. Y/N clung to the softness of that voice, its mellifluous sound carrying itself in her ears. She suddenly found herself opening her eyes to the world, infinite possibilities unveiling before her as though she was just reborn. 

Clearing her throat, she craned her neck to the side, finding her favorite pair of silver eyes already staring at her. “Hey, dragon.” Y/N smiled, losing herself in the feeling of ecstasy that governed her senses when a laugh escaped his lips. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“You are unbelievable, witch. You almost die, and that’s the first thing that comes out of your mouth when you wake up?” Draco asked, absentmindedly tracing stars on Y/N’s skin. 

“I missed you. Is that better?”

“Much better,” Draco grinned, gazing at the witch who inhabited his mind. He moved his hand to touch her cheek, letting his fingers trail across her slightly heated skin. Y/N closed her eyes, humming in contentment at the magic that coursed through her blood due to Draco’s touch. “I love you.”

Y/N eyes shot open, afraid that she was diving too deep into the feeling to find the shore. But when she laid her alert eyes on Draco, she found him smiling at her with nothing but sheer adoration in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I think I misheard you.”

“No, you didn’t,” he replied swiftly, keeping a tight hold on her hand. His heartbeats thundered in his chest as love rippled in his very core. “I love you. Not as a friend, not as a sister. As the one person that made my world crash and burn when they wheeled her into the bloody Operations Ward.”

“Draco, where’s all that coming from?” Y/N said, her other hand reaching to cradle her bandaged head, attempting to fight the dizziness that threatened to rip her away from this moment. 

Draco looked her in the eye, feeling his knees weaken at the sight of the universe that unveiled before his own silver orbs. “When I heard that you were caught in that bloody attack, and when I saw you lifeless on that bed, Y/N, I almost died.”

“You… you what?”

“I almost died,” he admitted. “Out of fear, despair, anger. Out of every dark emotion out there. Because… because you’re the reason I’m so alive, Y/N. You are, and always have been, the one person that makes me forgo of every bit of control I foolishly assume I hold when in your presence.”

“Draco,” Y/N breathed, a single tear falling from the edge of her lashes. “Do you mean that?”

“Yes. I’ve never meant anything more than this.”

Y/N smiled, her tears welling up with more tears. She reached for Draco’s face, cradling his cheeks. “I love you too, Draco Malfoy. With every beat of my heart.”

Draco captured Y/N’s lips in his, melting against the sweetness of her blazing touch. He smiled, capturing her bottom lip and nibbling slightly on it, feeling the whole world fall into place. Maybe fate wasn’t such a pain in the ass; maybe it was even appealing. Because Y/N’s kisses made him believe in fate–in a world where everything was right, and all the stars were aligned just for them.

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