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Character: Draco Malfoy

Word Count: 1014

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Y/n has been having a bad day/week, and who better to cheer her up than best friend Draco Malfoy?

Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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The library was practically empty, apart from the select few people busy studying for their O.W.L.s at the end of the year. You hid behind a giant pile of books, staring at the almost-blank piece of parchment laying in front of you, seemingly almost taunting you.

You could scream in frustration. This whole week hadn’t gone so well. First of all, someone had jinxed you to have neon green hair all day (your bets would be placed on Pansy Parkinson, as she was always so jealous of your friendship with Draco, however there was no proof she had done it, which annoyed you to no end), then your skin had suddenly broke out unexpectedly, red blotches covering your cheeks that would not go away, even after countless attempts by Madame Pomfrey (another jinx you assumed), and finally, your potions essay had “mysteriously” vanished minutes before the lesson was due to start.

Professor Snape had not been pleased when you couldn’t hand in your work, hence why you were sat in the library, redoing the essay and trying to remember what you had originally written about the Draught of Living Death.

You shut your eyes tight, shaking your quill a little as you tried to think of what to write. Glancing around, you could see the few people who were sat at the other desks writing rapidly, and it only made you feel worse.

Sighing, you crumpled up the parchment and shoved it into your pocket, followed by your ink pot and quill. You stood up and walked out in a hurry, knowing that your potions essay wouldn’t have been finished even if you’d have stayed in the library all night.

Wandering down the empty hallways, you sighed, feeling your emotions reach an all-time high. In the distance, you saw your best friend Draco and his friends stood outside the entrance to the Great Hall. As you passed, Draco called out, “Y/n!”

You didn’t respond, simply wanting to get to your dorm room as soon as you possibly could, and fall straight into bed where you could cry in peace.

Draco watched as you walked away, a confused frown set on his face; you’d never ignored him like that before without reason, which made him determined to work out why you did it.

You reached your common room a few minutes later, making your way straight through the many groups of people without stopping to chat with anyone, and headed straight to your dorm.

Opening your dorm door, you were thankful to find the room empty as you shed off your cloak and crawled into bed, before letting yourself cry into your pillow. Knowing no one could hear you, you let out a few sobs, and a few frustrated yells, gripping your duvet in your fists.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” You suddenly heard Draco’s voice say from the doorway. You froze, before burrowing further into your bed, not wanting to show your tear-stained face to anyone.

You felt the bed dip as he sat down, and his hand rubbed your back in a comforting way.

“Y/n, I’m worried about you, okay? You’ve not been acting like yourself. I mean, you just ignored me in the hallway for no reason at all. What’s wrong?” Draco asked, genuinely concerned for you.

There was a long pause, before you finally emerged from underneath your duvet and sat up, wiping away a couple of remaining tears.

“I-I… I’ve just been having a bad week, that’s all,” you managed to get out, your lip beginning to quiver and tears building in your eyes.

“Love, it’s okay, everyone has off weeks from time to time. Even I do. Want to tell me about it?” He asked, taking your hand in his and intertwining your fingers together.

“Just… everything’s been going wrong. I keep trying my best and nothing is going my way! My work isn’t up to its usual standards, I’m behind on multiple subjects, exams are just around the corner, and to top it all off I swear Pansy is out to get me,” you were finally able to let out everything you’d been feeling over the past week.

Tears suddenly started to run down your cheeks again. Draco furrowed his eyebrows and reached out to wipe the tears away, though they were quickly replaced by new ones. Giving up, Draco wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, I’ve got you, I’ve got you. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere,” Draco whispered soothingly in your ear as he rubbed your back, “Everything is going to get better, you’re going to be just fine.” You buried your face into his chest as he pulled you towards to him, cradling you close.

He allowed to you cry for a while, as he continued to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, before you finally stopped, simply laying in his arms as he ran a hand up and down your arm. He pulled away slightly and you looked up at him.

“I know what might cheer you up,” Draco said, staring into your eyes as his hand brushed against yours. He stroked up your arms and glided the pads of his thumbs across your jaw, before cupping your face with his hands, making your cheeks burn red. “W-what are you doing?” You said, your voice barely a whisper. “If you want me to stop, just say so,” Draco whispered back, his warm breath hitting your face.

He inched forward, before brushing his lips with yours gently. His left hand moved round to cradle your head, as he finally pushed against your lips, kissing you softly. You could barely think; the only thing you were able to do was kiss back, as the passion built between you.

Draco’s tongue glided along your bottom lip, and you gladly granted him access, enjoying the feeling of having his body pressed so close to yours. He gently nibbled on your lip before pulling away slowly, both of you breathing heavy.

Character: Draco Malfoy

Word Count: 705

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Draco faces his Boggart in front of the class, however no one but him expects who steps out…

Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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The air was tense, the feeling of dread and worry surrounding every student in the room. With each child facing their biggest fear, it was expected that there would be an aura of anxiety and nervousness.

Draco plastered his trademark smirk onto his face, determined to not let anyone find out just how scared he really was of his Boggart. He knew what - or who, to be more exact - his Boggart would be, and with every passing second, Draco could feel his heart racing faster.

“This is absolutely absurd,” he muttered to Crabbe and Goyle, who both agreed instantly, “Just wait ‘til I tell my father about this. He’ll put a stop to it.”

Draco clenched his right fist as he hesitantly shuffled forward, the large wardrobe seemingly much bigger than he previously thought. Stepping to the left, he tried to discreetly slip behind Crabbe, hoping that it wasn’t obvious the dread he was feeling.

“Mr Malfoy, your turn,” Draco heard Professor Lupin announce. His blood ran cold as his breathing became uneven. He could see his classmates staring at him expectedly.

And Potter. Potter was stood somewhat near the middle of the queue, along with Weasley and Granger. Draco couldn’t refuse to face his Boggart in front of them - no, definitely not.

He gulped quietly, before turning around and facing the wardrobe. The handle rattled menacingly, seeming to taunt Draco as the door opened slowly. A pale, wrinkled hand curled around the wood as a tall figure stepped out.

Draco could hear the whispers of his classmates, but in that moment couldn’t spare a thought about what they thought of him. Right then, all he could think - all that consumed him - was the sight of the man looming above him, with his long blonde hair and evil eyes, and the hand that once opened the wardrobe door now grasping the cane that Draco was so deathly afraid of.

Lucius had not once hit him with it, but the mere thought of the merciless Death Eater holding what could only be assumed as a weapon - his father didn’t need help walking and so that could not be it - was enough to make Draco shiver in fear.

“What a disgrace you are to the family, Draco! How dare you bring dishonour to my very name!” Lucius’ voice boomed out, eerily loud in the cold silence of the classroom.

Draco shakily lifted his wand. “Rid… Rid…Riddik…” he tried to say the one word that could make his “father” stop saying these dreadful things, however the word wouldn’t leave his mouth, his brain refusing cooperate at that moment in time.

“You are unfit to be the Malfoy heir!”

He could feel tears pricking his eyes as he failed to speak one tiny word, before swallowing the lump in his throat, still not wanting to show himself to be weaker than he already had. That would make his real father disappointed in him, not just the Boggart.

“You’ll never be as good as P-”

“Riddikulus!” Draco blinked, his arm dropping to his side as he heard Professor Lupin say what he couldn’t.

Draco bit the inside of his cheek as he slowly turned around to face the class. Everyone stared at him as his once pale cheeks began to burn with embarrassment.

Then, he hurriedly left the room, almost sprinting for the door as he tried to escape the judging stares of his classmates. The door slammed loudly, the sound ripping through the air as the class stood in shock.

Outside, Draco rushed through the halls, heading straight to the nearest bathroom, before locking himself in the closest stall, and collapsing against the wall, sobs racking through his body.

His tears felt like fire as they ran down his cheeks, all the pain and anger he’d felt in his life bubbling up to the surface in this instance.

Because, though Draco openly taunted Potter and his friends for being blood traitors, being poor or being muggleborns, he genuinely thought, deep down, that his Boggart “father” was right.

Draco was a disgrace to the family. He did bring dishonour to his father’s name. He was unfit to be the Malfoy heir.

ACT THREE SCENE NINE

SCORPIUS ‘You have no idea how good it is to see you again.’

ALBUS ‘You just saw me two minutes ago.’

SCORPIUS hugs ALBUS in the water, a difficult task.