Like Tryin' To Start a Fire With Matches In The Snow ✧. ┊
Draco Malfoy x muggleborn! reader
aka: love knows no bounds
female reader
(( Y/N means your name // L/N means last name ))
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It was a fact, whether spoken or unspoken, that Draco Lucius Malfoy was a major prick.
Everyone in the castle knew it. The students, the prefects, the professors. Hell, even Dumbledore knew.
The one thing nobody knew was how to stop it.
Anytime anyone would threaten some kind of consequence, it was the same outcome.
"My father will hear about this!" he'd scream.
But would his father hear about him falling in love?
Draco hasn't even grasped the fact that he was; he could never. Not with a mudblood.
Yet every time his icy, cold eyes land on her, his world stops. Everything freezes up, his breath catches in his throat, and he can feel his hands start to tremble. He's convinced himself these are all side effects of hate. The way his heart pounds against his ribcage when he gets the slightest whiff of her perfume, or when he can make out your soft giggle amongst a crowd.
It drove him crazy. Drove his friends even crazier. This... obsession he had with you, it was worse than his with Potter. You were all he could think about. Your soft features claw at the corners of his brain until he is overtaken by you.
It caused him to change. He got quieter, less likely to yell at passersby, but he was so much more irritable. Someone or something got him mad? He stayed mad. He lashed out at anything he found even slightly worthy of his anger.
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Everything felt wrong. He felt wrong.
Normally when Draco wakes up, he's spry, dreading school but relishing in the fact that he gets to bully. Today was... different. Everytime he thought about nagging at someone, his stomach turned and his face grew hot.
Every time he thought about nagging someone, he thought of you.
He went on through his day, trying to act as if everything was fine and dandy. Though it just seemed fake. Draco seemed like a shell of himself. He walked past Harry Potter ALONE in the halls and didn't utter a single sound.
It was wrong.
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Now here he sat, head collapsed in trembling hands, in the back of the library. His breath was shallow, each shakier than the next. He couldn't think. His thoughts ran amok in his head about the speed of light, all jumbled and barely cohesive.
Draco was so lost, he didn't stir at the pitter of soft footsteps approaching his table.
The girl stood and observed, taking in the disheveled man in front of her. Unlike most in the school, she held pity for him. Her father had multiple run-ins with the boys' own, and those never went well. Though she held him no disdain.
"Are you alright?" her voice was lilted, almost cheerful. The melodic and warm sound hit Draco's ears hard, and he jolted upwards, causing the girl to flinch.
Of course he recognized the girl's voice, it practically voiced his consciousness. He lived and breathed the sweet song of her vocal cords. He'd bottle it and drink it if he could.
Albeit lovely to hear, Draco grimaces at her voice, his eyebrows pulling together tightly. His eyes are obviously strained, heavy with lack of sleep.
He spits out a quick, "Bugger off," voice cracking as he spoke. His eyes quickly diverted from (Y/N)'s own. Draco's eyes held a distant, yet present, lick of longing.
He yearned so badly for the comfort silently offered in the eyes of the girl. Never once had (Y/N) ever reprimanded him. Draco has fully screamed in her face and openly trashed her blood-class, but she never held any hatred. Her eyes were still full of that kind warmth they always carried.
(Y/N)'s brows are furrowed, a look of confusion washing over her face. Draco looked off.
No.
He looked wrong.
He was paler than normal, and his blond hair was slightly stuck to his forehead via sweat. He looked sick.
Lovesick.
Your face pulls into a pout, and you ask again. “You didn’t answer my question, are you alright?”
Draco’s face pales, he wasn’t expecting you to double down. He doesn’t have the willpower to turn you away, to argue. All he wants to do is collapse and cry.
He opens his mouth to bark out an order for you to leave, but all that comes out is a pained, whimper like sound.
(Y/N) is visibly put off by the sound, very much not expecting it. She is quick to slide into the bench next to Draco. He flinches slightly, but fighting the inevitable takes too much energy out of his already weary body.
Draco gives in. His face contorts, and he collapses into (Y/N)’s shoulder, his entire body shaking with the weight of each sob. (Y/N) snakes her arms around him, pulling him into her chest for a more comfortable position.
The two sit there for the entirety of the feast. Draco pouring his heart out, (Y/N) listening. He told her everything.
About his life, his father, how his father treated him and his mother, the dark mark, about how exhausting it is trying to impress a father who refuses to look at you.
Worst of all. Draco apologizes. He apologizes about how he treated everyone, that he was projecting, and always hated how he was.
It was a fact, whether spoken or unspoken, that Draco Lucius Malfoy was a major prick.
but he didn’t want to be.
(Y/N) could feel her own eyes welling with tears. Draco has done so much harm, it’s not right of her to forgive him. But here he sits, sobbing hysterically in her arms, begging for forgiveness.
(Y/N), although hesitantly, pulls the boy into a proper hug. Her arms coiling tightly around his torso. Draco melts into her, his body conforming to his as if it was a missing piece to a puzzle.
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The following days, Draco seemed much more at ease. It had been almost a week since he ignited an argument with someone, and even longer since he yelled at someone. He began being actually friendly towards Crabbe and Goyle, tolerating Pansy, and even a lack of animosity towards Potter.
Draco Lucius Malfoy is a changed man. And to think, it’s all because of a muggle born, who he now proudly reps on his arm.
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this has been in drafts for like… 4 months?? i got broken up with and took a LOOONNNG writing hiatus, but we so back bay be
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