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Draco x Friend!Reader

Summary: After your life fell apart you moved in with your cousin Pasny. Finding a job as a local waitress and trying to put your past behind you, you become friends with a  local rich boy who swears to never spend a dime on you, but in a world of past regrets and magic, can your friendship survive? Or will jealousy and spells send you away forever? (Part One)

A/n: GUESS WHO'S NOT DEAD? It's me. Hi. I've decided that the only way to enjoy this fandom and not give She who will not be named a dime is to write and read fanfiction :) Anyway I'm back on my regular bullshit and I've missed you guys~

(p.s. there was no AI involved in writing this and there never has been because fuck AI too)

“I need you to house sit,” Draco strode in, swaggering up to the counter. 

“Oh, my day’s been great! Thanks!” I snipped, drying glasses and setting them back under the counter. He took a breath. 

“Hi, how was your day?” He said, backtracking.

“Pretty okay,” I smiled. “Thanks for asking. So, you need me to house sit? Don’t you have like a whole staff for that?” 

TW: misunderstanding, Draco being a bit of a dick, overthinking thoughts, little bit of angst little bit of fluff

Enjoy!! 

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Y/N crossed her legs as the train began moving, there was something about the rattling and humming of the moving vehicle which soothed her, despite having no plans over summer she felt content. She listened in as a few of her friends chatted about their plans for summer, not really caring about Ginny moaning about how her brothers had scheduled a family camping trip, or how Luna was spending most of her summer exploring some mystical place. 

“What about you?” Ginny asked 

“Nothing,” She smiled nonchalantly  

“Not even going to see Draco?” She asked 

“Nope” Y/N said, feeling a sharp pang of pain in her chest, her boyfriend hadn’t even asked for her plans for summer. He didn’t even suggest that going to the manor was an option, there was a part of Y/N’s insecurity which had kicked in over the past few weeks but she had pushed it down far enough that she barely noticed it. Until someone brought it up. 

“I heard that he’s invited Pansy and Blaise” Ginny said, Y/N could tell by the way her eyes softened that she saw instantly through Y/N’s hard facade, “It was just a rumour though I don’t know if it was true,” Ginny tried to recover but Y/N had already spun into her usual overthinking mode. 

“Well I hope they have a nice time” Y/N said only wanting the conversation to be over, 

“I don’t” Luna hummed “I hope the nargles steal their shoes, and their socks” She said thoughtfully nodding to herself, 

“Well I hope they’re just miserable” Ginny nodded in agreement, 

“Don’t be so mean, Draco probably just wanted to spend time with his friends. It’s fair enough” Y/N said trying her hardest to rationalise. 

“As opposed to spending time with his girlfriend. What is he? Stupid?” Ginny snapped,

“It’s fine” Y/N said, “We don’t have to spend every minute together” she added quietly 

“Where even is he? I thought he was coming to sit with us?” She asked, Y/N remembered the persuasion she had to undertake to get Ginny to agree to let him sit with them on the way home. 

“He probably just got busy” 

Y/N sat looking out of the window as trees and fields sped past, Draco wasn’t usually one to forget, she decided that he must have gotten busy and he’d up by something. 

——

By the time they had reached the platform Y/N still hadn’t seen Draco and her anxiety was getting more than usual. She had gone over every single thing she could have done to upset him and still was no closer to understanding what was going on. Ginny and Luna had moved quietly on from their conversation, Y/N was sure it was to take her mind off of Draco but it didn’t work, she wanted to search the train up and down to find him but by the time they stopped she had convinced herself it was a bad idea. 

“See you September?” Ginny said as they stepped off the train 

“I’ll write to you guys” Y/N promised giving both Ginny and Luna a tight hug. 

“See you soon!” Luna smiled, 

Y/N stood for a moment as she watched Ginny and Luna reunite with their families. She knew her mother wouldn’t have come to pick her up, she doubted whether she would even know that the term had ended. Suddenly her eyes landed on the face she had been searching for all trip 

“See you guys in a week!” Draco grinned waving goodbye to his friends, Y/N hesitated before turning away and walking in the opposite direction. She barely made it a few steps before she was stopped by Draco’s familiar voice “Hey! Darling” He called Y/N, who stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to greet him with a fake smile plastered on her face 

“You okay?” She asked lightly

“Where do you think you’re going” He asked with a smirk, 

“I was just going to grab my bags” She said bluntly not ready for the argument that she was sure  was inevitable

“Without me?” Draco said feigning an over-exaggerated sadness 

“I didn’t think you wanted to see me” She admitted, letting her thoughts take over

“Why wouldn’t I want to see you?” He asked, his mocking face replaced instantly with a serious expression, Draco took her hand in his as he looked intently into her eyes 

“I don’t know” Y/N brushed it off, 

“You do know” Draco said quickly “talk to me darling” 

“Draco it’s fine” 

“It’s clearly not” He argued “You were meant to sit with me on the way back, it’s nothing I just guessed you didn’t want to see me” Y/N said 

“Shit” Draco breathed a pained expression crossing over his face “You’re right darling, I was wasn’t I?” 

Y/N nodded gently, unsure of what to say instead just letting Draco take control of the conversation 

“I promised didn’t I? I remember now” He huffed “Shit darling, I’m so so sorry ” 

“It’s fine” Y/N said gently “You were busy and it’s all ok” 

“No it’s not fine” Draco said frustratedly “

“It’s all good, you don’t need to worry” 

“I do Y/N, this was supposed to be the best summer of our lives and I just screwed it up the first chance I got” He huffed “Draco, it’s fine, go find your parents I’m sure they’re waiting. I’ll write to you” Y/N said with a tight lipped smile 

“Don’t be stupid” Draco said, Y/N felt her heart leap into her mouth 

“What?” 

“Why would you write to me?” He asked dumbly as if it were the most ridiculous idea he had ever heard

“To keep in touch” Y/N said simply

“Why would we need to?” He said 

“Because we’re not going to see each other for three months” Y/N said suddenly feeling two feet tall, 

“Your mum didn’t tell you did she?” Draco said, Y/N paused and searched his face for an answer 

“I don’t understand” She admitted

“Your mum, she didn’t tell you about this summer did she?” Draco said again, Y/N looked up at him blankly

“Didn’t tell me what? Draco you’re not making any sense” Y/N said quietly 

“You’re staying with me this summer, I cleared it all with her last week.” 

“You did?” “Yeah, she was meant to tell you earlier today, she said that she wanted to. I should’ve known that she’d forget, I know what you’ve told me about her but I didn’t think she’d forget something this important” 

“Draco she’s forgotten my birthday for the past six years” Y/N chuckled lightly 

“Well surprise!” Draco said awkwardly “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to of course, there’s no pressure” He said 

“OF course I want to, I just” She paused for a moment “This isn’t some sort of prank is it?” She asked 

“You really think I’m that mean? I’d never do that to you. I know how much you hate summer at home” 

“Promise?” She asked 

“I promise darling, cross my heart” He said placing her hand over his heart

“Well then I guess we better get going” Y/N grinned, 

“I guess we better”

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Not much quidditch would actually be taught.

“Y/N! FIRM GRIP-Oo”

You flopping off your broom and onto the ground falling flat on your back.

Him struggling to stay in the air as he’s bent over his broom in laughter.

Inevitably he too comes crashing down next to you.

Your turn to have a laugh.

He recuperates and rolls off the broom and on top of you pinning your arms above your head.

“No laughing.” his laughter filled face replaced by a scowl, his ego a bit bruised by the fall he’s just taken.

You do a sit up as best as you can touching the tip of your tongue to the tip of his nose .

His face goes soft again and he gets up off you, dusting himself off to hide the blush.

“Don’t be gross y/n. Grab your broom and lets get back up in the air.”

He’s quickly back in the air with you close behind him.

“Lets race!” you scream allowing him to trail ahead with you suspended in the air.

“Cocky for a beginner are we?” he smirked “You’re on y/l/n.”

“Okay from here,” you said pointing to where you were floating above the stands, “to there.” you said pointing to the stands opposite side of the field.

He smoothly made his way over to your side and you were mildly intimidated, his speed and confidence were not going to be an easy feat.

He beats you by a whole 5 yards. 

He throws his hands up in the air and flips his broom around to face you.

“WOOOH! THE CROWD GOES WILD! DRACO! DRACO! DRACO!”

You rush over and give his shoulder a light shove

“Hey hey, foul! From filthy sore loser Gryffindor! Dirty play won’t be tolerated.” he says looking smug.

Both of you flying around until the sun sets.

House: Hufflepuff 

Relationship: Draco x Reader

Word Count: 702 

Prompt: “Hi! I noticed you were new here so welcome! If I could, I’d like to request a female Hufflepuff reader x Draco. The reader and Draco are in a relationship and maybe it’s a snow day and they go out and do fun stuff like have a snowball fight or build a snowman? Just cute fluffy stuff like that. Thank you!❤️”

@yellowsuitcase thank you so much for welcoming me! You are one of my favorite writers on here (I follow you on my other blog too) and was so happy to see your message. I hope you like it!

I had a lot of fun writing this! Just pure fluff & Draco being dramatic. The title sucks because I literally thought about what to make it for 30 minutes. 

Draco was currently running and running for his life. He has to find another hiding spot before his girlfriend caught up with him again and pelted him with more snowballs. Playing quidditch has not prepared him enough to be running from her while she continuously threw snowballs at him. It wasn’t his fault though! He had been blindsided and betrayed while they were building a snowman she had so eagerly requested to build this morning. He was hoping for a calm Saturday morning with his girlfriend but once she saw it had snowed last night it was over for him and his plans. He couldn’t say no to her especially when she looked up at him with her (y/e/c) eyes wide open and full of hope. 

Draco wasn’t the biggest fan of snow. It was cold, wet, and left you all disheveled. There was only one reason he was even out here right now while the rest of the school was inside keeping warm in this weather. 

His girlfriend. 

Merlin, when did he become so soft?

He quickly hid behind a tree and begun to make a couple of snowballs to throw at her. He had made quite a few when he felt one hit the back of his head. Giggles erupted from behind him as he turned around rapidly and begun to throw his own snowballs. This seemed to catch (y/n) off guard as one hit her straight on her forehead and made her drop the couple of snowballs she was holding. 

“Oh, it’s definitely on now Draco”, (y/n) laughed as she began to pick up more snow to throw at him. 

“You started it”, he responded as he continued to attempt to duct her attack. “You blindsided me.”

He began to run again as she was distracted once again. (y/n) noticed what her boyfriend was trying to do and started to run after him. She eventually caught up to him and jumped to hug him in order to stop. This caused both of them to tumble to the ground. Luckily for them, the fresh snow had prevented any injuries. 

“Darling, I thought Hufflepuffs were supposed to nice and played fair”, Draco groaned as his girlfriend rolled off of him. 

“Well, maybe not all the time. I have to show my rebellious streak sometimes”, (y/n) laughed as she got back up. She extends a hand to attempt and help Draco get up, but him being his dramatic self made it extremely hard to help him up. 

“I can’t get up (y/n)”, Draco whined as he stayed put in his spot. “You’ve wounded me.”

“Don’t be dramatic love”, (y/n) said with a playful eye roll. She was used to her boyfriend’s usual antics. “Get up and you get a kiss.”

That definitely got his attention. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at (y/n). He got up quickly and begun to remove some of the snow still on him. 

“I think I deserve more than one kiss darling”, he says as he is now standing in front of his girlfriend. 

He cups her face gently in his gloved hands. (Y/N) can feel the cold from the gloves on her cheeks. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. 

“You know what sounds good right now? Hot chocolate or maybe some tea”, (y/n) stated as they begun to walk back toward the castle.

“That is something I can agree on love”, Draco spoke softly. 

“Darling where is your scarf”, Draco questioned (y/n) as he noticed the Hufflepuff yellow and black scarf was missing from around her neck.

“I gave it Twinkle the Snowman”, (y/n) said with a simple shoulder shrug.

“You gave it the to snowman”, he stared at her with an incredulous look. 

“Twinkle the snowman”, she corrected him. “He was going to be cold once we left, so I gave him my scarf to keep warm.”

“You’re incredible you know”, Draco said as he laughed at his girlfriends actions. Bless her kind soul actually giving her scarf to a snowman.

He was so in love with her and wouldn’t change anything about her.

Draco x Reader

Request - Yes? kinda? you guys wanted a part 2!

Summary - You tried the unspeakable and were left with this aftermath. Part one here!

Trigger Warning - Mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, cursing, it's kinda lengthy. I hope you enjoy!

All that's left is a last embrace.

All that's left is a whisper to say.

Hearts broken,

tears spilled,

frantic moves,

for all that was left was a final exhale.

You expected white, or maybe black even? But all you saw was the yellow of a light. That's a good sign, right?

Go into the light.

But, the light doesn't come with a tight embrace, does it?

For the last of something shouldn't come with another. A last breath shouldn't be met with another inhale, filling your lungs with a type of pain that wasn't physical. A type of pain that filled your head with the doubt of no other.

You failed.

Failed to die, how can someone be that stupid?

"No." You croaked out, feeling the pressure on your body tighten. "No, I'm not alive. No." You opened your eyes, the unshed tears already in the place of your eyelids.

"Honey, clear the room." The soft, warm voice of the mother you dreamed of filled your ears. "Molly, no." You cried, looking up at her. She held your body tightly, her arms circled around you as she held the life of you, afraid to let go.

The tears fell quickly down your cheeks, sobs falling from your mouth. "Sweet girl, it's okay." She whispered, pressing you closer to her. You're unaware of how you long you sobbed, how long she sat there with you, softly pressing her palm down the smoothness of your hair, but your sobs lulled you back to sleep with the hatred of yourself filling your being once more.

One week

You felt like you were a toddler again, for a pair of eyes was always set on you. They didn't look at you with pity, they didn't look at you with disgust, they didn't look at you with doubtfulness. For they looked at you with a love you didn't even understand. A love that had your heart breaking worse than what Draco could ever cause.

You still weren't sure how you survived, how you possibly could have jumped from the astronomy tower and lived to tell the tale, but none of the Weasley's would tell you.

"It doesn't matter dear." Whispered Molly when you woke up the next morning, full of questions.

"What do you think about these?" Fred and George switched up the topic, showing you a prototype that was supposed to shoot multicolored glitter into the room you tossed it into.

"Sorry, y/n, I'm reading." Hermione excused, sticking her nose further into her book, avoiding your eyes with every cost.

Three Weeks

With each day, you ate more. With each second, you smiled brighter. With each look, you felt safer.

You weren't on watch like you had been, everyone seeing the slow progress you were making. You still had unanswered questions, but they sat at the back of your mind, until a bad day.

A day that had you tumbling down the steep stairs of progress, a day that had you quivering in fear of your own self. A day that started with a specific blonde.

You had assumed he was at the Malfoy Manner, you had assumed he thought you were dead. But, when you opened the door to your apartment, Hermione and Ginny standing beside you, he stood from your couch, eyes set on you.

"You're okay." He whispered, his eyes as broken as yours.

"Shit." Ginny looked at the Slytherin and quickly stepped in front of you. "Why the fuck are you here?" Hermione asked, pulling you back behind her.

"Look, I just - I had to make sure she was okay. I haven't left for weeks, I've slept on the couch to make sure I'd see you when you walked in. I - after I saved you, I saw the Weasleys running to you, I was too afraid they'd kill me themselves, so I ran off." He said, stepping closer to you. "Wait - you're the one who saved her?" Ginny asked, looking at the boy. "I uh, I levitated her - like Dumbledore did to Harry at the quidditch game year three. As soon as the owl flew in with a letter in your handwriting to me, after that fight, I knew what you were doing."

Ginny took one more step towards the boy before hugging him, her arms around his neck. "Thank you."

You and Hermione stood in awe. Ginny Weasley, the Ginny Weasley, was hugging Draco. They had all learned to tolerate the man, especially after the two of you got together, but the only person you ever saw try to hug Draco, was Molly.

"But, how did you know where I was? I wrote that at the end of the letter so I could - well, so I could die." You whispered, moving to sit on the couch

Hermione moved to sir next to you, taking the seat Draco might have taken, placing her hand on yours. "Y/n, we don't have to do this. We just came for some clothes." You shook your head, meeting Draco's red eyes.

"I found the letters, about 4 months ago. I had gone into the owl room to feed her the two days you were gone and I saw it with my name. I pulled it out and read it - I didn't know what to do. We had been doing well, you were happy, we had plans with the Weasley's, which I knew for a fact you wouldn't cancel, I just decided to watch you for the next few weeks, make sure you were okay. I knew that you were depressed a while ago, but we had been working on it.

You had been getting out of bed a bit easier, you were baking and singing, I figured you were okay. I know your depression comes and goes, but you were really doing good, so I didn't bring it up." He sat in your love seat, his head in his hands. "I was such an idiot for not bringing it up, I knew better than that. Even if you were doing good, you still wrote them, which meant you were suicidal before then. I'm just a plain dick for saying what I said to you then too. I - I can't believe that I did, you trusted me with your insecurities, with your darkest thoughts, and I used then to crush you." His voice was soft, tears falling from his eyes.

"Hey, Mione, let's go pack up some stuff for Y/n, I think they should talk."

Two months

You were okay.

It was still hard sometimes, but you were okay. You had moved back in to your home, finding a new routine for you. Someone of the Weasley house always popped in on you once a week and Molly set in a Sunday Dinner policy that you could not miss.

You were okay.

You still had dark thoughts, but who didn't? You still had rough days, but who didn't? The only thing you didn't have, was him.

After the day he told you how he saved you, he left. He excused himself when the girls came back, and he left. You were expecting to see him, to hear from him, but nothing. Now, your heart broke a little bit when you woke up and his side was empty, when you woke up and his coffee cup was gone, when you woke up and his designated seat stayed empty.

But, he wasn't going to kill you again.

You washed dishes, you baked cookies (and owled them to the Weasley's), and you went to work.

You were okay.

The day was long, almost as hard as it used to be, but you could do it. People came and went, your mood stayed stable, and your mind stayed blank from all thoughts that could break you.

You were okay.

Right at clock out, you stepped out of the store and - no one.

You walked down the street and - no one.

You stepped into the bakery the two of you got breakfast from that morning and - oh? maybe? the blonde hair, the same height? Nope, bakers son.

A simple hot chocolate, not wanting to be up for hours more, and you were headed home. The muggle tv was set up, courteously done by Harry and Arthur. The hours passed by, your own platter of cookies gone, but, you ate. Comedy movies watched, an episode of How I Met Your Mother finished, but you were then met with a stupid romance movie.

Your eyes watered as you stood, walking to the fridge to find - no ice cream? Really? You bought 4 pints of it the last time you saw it, it was just so hard to find in stores.

You glanced down at your clothes and shrugged, disapparating into the streets outside of the grocery store before walking in and straight to the frozen section. "Stupid freaking ice cream just had to be ate by me. Why can't they make self filling ice cream? I'd pay any damn price for that." You mumbled, the house shoes dragging along as you walked.

"Where is it?" You asked yourself, glancing in each of the doors before bumping into a cart. "Oh, crap, I'm sorry." You spoke, looking up to meet them.

"Narcissa?" You asked, your eyes furrowing. You glanced into her basket to see nothing but ice cream, the very ice cream you were here for. "Uh, that's a lot of ice cream." You said, biting your lip sadly.

"Draco sent me for them, I don't eat ice cream." She laughed, smiling at the girl. "You okay?" She asked softly, meeting your eyes. You had a problem with Lucius, yes, but Narcissa was so lovely - especially after the war. "I'm okay." You spoke, nodding once.

"You know, I said that a lot too, so I get it." You bit your lip, nodding once. "Oh, well, they don't have what I'm here for, so I'll be going." She nodded, you turning around before hurrying out of the store.

You were okay.

You popped back into your home, taking a deep breath. You sat in the room, shutting off the TV before laying back. An hour later, you were met with the pecking of the door, sighing as you grabbed a few knuts for the owl and walked to the door, swinging it open.

"Draco?" You breathed out, looking at the man. "Owl?" you asked, looking down at the owl in his arms.

"I uh, I figured I'd bring you these." He held up the ice cream pints his mother bought, smiling softly. "I was gonna owl them, but I had to see you, I'm sorry." He spoke, and you stepped aside to let the boy in.

After they were all safely placed in the freezer, he turned to you. "Y/n, I'm so so so sorry. I can't just apologise my way back into your life and I know that, but I'd do anything to see you. I was such an absolute idiot and I will do anything I can do to fix it, fix us." He spoke, his eyes meeting yours.

You nodded softly, taking a deep breath.

You were okay.

You were okay.

You were okay.

You weren't okay.

"I've missed you do much." you cried, flopping onto the couch. "And I hate myself for that because you did this, you did it. But you're the only one I could ever trust to really fix me again. But I can't trust you to not break me again." Your sobs filled the air, Draco rushing to hold you once again.

"I'm so sorry, y/n." he whispered, kissing your head softly.

You stayed in his arms until your sobs lulled to an end, looking up at him. "We have to restart." You whispered, looking into his beautiful eyes. "Not just pick up where we left off, restart." He nodded, his eyes bright with hope.

"Well then, y/n, can I take you out on a ice cream date?" He asked softly, pushing your hair back. "I dunno, I've got all the ice cream I can take, this really great guy bought it for me." You spoke, smiling at him.

"Yeah, but you look like a soft serve kinda girl."

You were going to be okay.

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Draco Malfoy X Gryffindor!Reader

Summary: You hated Malfoy and he hated you and you were okay with that. It was natural. The Malfoys and the Lupines hating each other. It was fine by you... so then why did you care when he got hurt?

A/N: Alright y’all. Here it is! A small piece to what I have coming for you guys. At the moment we’re gonna keep it in book 4 because... well I want to. A few notes: 1. I gave the Reader a last name (and something very close to my own) 2. Because I’m American, so is the reader (it’s explained) 3. Yes, I am a Gryffindor (but I have a problem with the House system, but I won’t get into that now) Please let me know what you think! Do you guys want a seperate blog dedicated to this? 

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Fourth year at Hogwarts and of course Malfoy stood right there on the train as we shipped off. I didn’t say anything as he and Ron and Harry got into it again, though I wanted to. It had been four years and the only person that Malfoy hated as much as Potter, happened to be me.

Our families had been rivals for... centuries. In a desperate attempt to break the cycle, my parents moved to America, with me. I had no contact with Malfoy or his family... until I got my letter to Hogwarts. Then the time came to go back and be who I was meant to be.

When first year came, there was a blond-haired stood beside me in line alphabetically, and though he didn’t talk to me, and scared off other students, I did manage to get a smile from him. I knew his nerves matched mine. We had reputations to live up to. It gave me hope that I wasn’t alone.

Then I found out he was a Malfoy. 

And I was a Lupine.

Slytherin and Gryffindor.

another Part to [Part One}   for @pilindielofgondor

It had been a few years now since Pilindiel and Draco had started dating, she could never imagine how affectionate he could be when they were alone, but there was something wrong with him lately, and Pilindiel knew why.  Voldemort was back, and Draco was involved deeply. So was Pilindiels family, however, she wasn’t, she didn’t believe in pureblood supremacy.  As Pilindiel sat with Draco working on some homework.  Her mind wondered, she wanted to run away, go into hiding until this was over and she wanted Draco to go with her, but would he leave?.  She knew deep down he didn’t want this life.  Her eyes drifted up to him, she was completely in love with him and hated seeing the dark circles under his eyes, his cheekbones stood out more, he was losing weight.

“Why are you staring at me?” Draco asked he wore his usual smirk, or at least to most it was his usual smirk, Pilindiel knew differently, she could see the sadness in his eyes.  

“Run away with me,” Pilidniel said it jokingly, but if he said yes she could be away without hesitation.  Draco smiled,

“Oh, and where could we go?” Draco smiled.  He sat back in his chair, putting his Quil down.

“Uh, didn’t get the far in the plan” Pilindiel giggled, she knew he wasn’t serious, but she wanted to play along.

“How about Spain, I wouldn’t mind seeing where you're from” Draco suggested.

“That’s not really running away, that sounds more like a holiday”

“Yeah you’re right, how about Japan”

“Japan?  I always wanted to see Jigokudani Monkey Park”

“Jigo- what?” Draco looked so confused,

“Oh, it’s a hot spring where muggle monkeys visit”  

“Muggle monkeys?”

Pilindiel explained what monkeys were, though she didn’t really know too much, only what she read in a book she found back in Spain.

Draco was smiling warmly as he listened to pilindiel cheerfully talk, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders.  After talking a bit more about running away, Draco’s expression turned serious.  His hand drifted to his new ‘tattoo’ the dark mark.  Of course, running away wasn’t realistic, Pilindiel knew that.  Even if Draco agreed, where would they go?.  Voldemort wouldn’t allow it and he had a way of finding people.  Pilindiel reached over to Draco covering his hand.  

“We could always go on holiday there too” she reassured.  Draco looked up to her. She was smiling softly at him.  

“We have different beliefs” Draco suddenly said.  Pilindiel wasn’t sure what he was talking about, it was clear by the expression on her face.  

“You don’t believe in, Lord” he stopped, looking away. Pilindiel face dropped.  She never hid the fact that she wasn’t a pureblood supremacist, still, only Draco knew how much she hated it.

“Do you?” Pilindiel questioned.  

“Oh, course, I wouldn’t be doing this otherwise” Draco snatched his hand and arm away, his tone was harsh and sad at the same time.  

“Ok”  Pilindiel reclined, turning to her work. She could see Draco rub his face out of the corner, then return to his own work.

It was a few days later when Draco and Pilindiel spent time alone again.  Draco seemed unsure.  Like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t.  So pilindiel spoke first, trying to lighten the mood.  It seemed to work,

“I’m sorry for snapping at you” Draco finally spoke, and it wasn’t something Pilindiel expected.  

“It’s okay” Pilindiel smiled.  

“I have to do this”  

“Okay”  Pilindiel had already known that Draco was trying to protect his family, she knew what was happening to Lucius, her father had told her.

“You don’t, I mean you don’t have to stay with me” Draco sounded calm,

“Well, sorry to say Draco, but you are stuck with me”

“Even if I have to do some bad things?”

“Like what?”  Pilindiel felt a knot in her stomach.

There was a moment of silence, then a coldness came over Draco’s expression.

“Like kill Dumbledore” even his tone was cold, empty.  

“You have to kill, wait you’re behind those attacks?, Katie or something”  the knot in Pilindiel’s stomach formed into a nauseous feeling.

“It’s Voldemort’s wish, I have to do it” it sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

“Why would Voldemort send you to kill him, Dumbledore is one of if not the most powerful wizard out there, no offense, but hows a school kid supposed to achieve that?” Pilindiel knew for certain it was strange. “He’s trusted me with this task, I have to,  I have to do it, I’ll figure it out” Draco’s voice was strained.

Though Pilindiel hated it, and she should of hated Draco for being willing to do it, She didn’t and to show this, she swung her arms around Draco, holding him as tightly as she could.  Draco didn’t return it not straight away, but when he did he held onto her tighter than he had ever done before, burying his face in her neck.

“I have to” he repeated, it was so quiet, Pilindiel barely heard it.