Summary: can your friendship with Draco survive after everything that's been done to both of you? Or are you really gone for good?
A/N: Here's the final part my loves~
(p.s. fuck ai and fuck jkr <3)
Sleeplessness plagued me that night. I tossed and turned in memories that distorted themselves. After about four in the morning I gave up and just stared at the ceiling. I was a mess. It was all a mess. It was so easy for me to pack my life up in boxes and move on but I couldn’t get over the hurdle of emotional confrontation.
Draco saved my life.
Draco married another woman.
Draco took a killing curse for me.
Draco fired my entire restaurant on a whim.
Draco offered half of his fortune to keep me safe.
Draco married another woman.
Draco saved my life at the expense of his.
And he might have been drugged the entire time.
So when the sun rose I didn’t call the movers. I didn’t pack up my car. I didn’t even talk to Pansy.
I found myself back at the hospital, alone. The healer remembered me and led me to Draco’s room with a stern warning about keeping things calm. I didn’t even ask to go back. I don’t know if I was ready to see him. But there I was.
Of all the things I had planned for, his father being there wasn’t one. They were deep in conversation. I paused outside the door but Draco saw me.
“Y/n,” He called. I entered the room.
“Ms. Y/n,” Lucius eyed me.
“Hi… if this is a bad time,”
“No, he was just leaving,” Draco glared at his father.
“Yes. It seems I’m not wanted here,” His father gave a tight smile. “Good to see you,” His words were almost kind. Lucius nodded and left. I shut the door, pausing at the handle.
“How are you feeling?” My voice was small, guarded. Pretending like there wasn’t a score to settle between us.
“Y/n,” Draco sighed. “Don’t—not this,” He saw right through my charade. The bastard.
Tears pricked my eyes. “Not what?”
“I know you too well for that,” He said. I turned to face him.
“Then go ahead. Tell me.” I sat in the chair beside his bed.
“You’re angry with me.” He said. “I know Blaise told you what happened. What Desiree can do. But you’re still angry. The things I said… I did… I betrayed you. Your trust…”
I nodded mutely. My eyes slipped shut as I told the truth. “That was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I—I didn’t even care about you being with Desiree. I—I thought I was losing my friend,”
“And I put you through that and I—I’m so sorry Y/n,” He reached out and took my hand. “Please, please forgive me.”
I sighed softly.
“I know,” He groaned. “But look, the Talons is reinstated and I will never take it away from you again. And all of Desiree’s things are gone and my father just confirmed the annulment and—“ He started crying. “I—I’m sorry about the things I said to you—how I doubted you and betrayed you, but I—I need you to keep being my friend and I know that’s so stupid to ask after the hell I just put you through—“ He was so choked up with tears.
“Draco, Draco,” I soothed softly, moving to sit on his bedside, wiping his tears. I couldn’t bear to see him this upset. “I will always be your friend. Even when you are a total ass.” It was a sad truth.
“Good, because that might just be the rest of my life,” he sniffled, cracking a smile. I weakly returned it. “You stood by me at my fucking wedding when it killed you inside. And you still came to save me after what I did to you? Y/n…” He trailed off, tearing up again. “Not many people I know would do that for me,” I put my hand over his in a comforting gesture. “Please stay.”
“What?” It caught me off guard.
“Please. Stay in town,”
My thoughts flickered back to about a week ago when this was a very different conversation. I took a shaky breath. I wasn’t ready to reopen it yet.
“Get rest Draco,” I said softly. “Get yourself healed and I might let you buy me a cup of coffee if you want,” I smiled a bit. He recognized my deflection and accepted it without a complaint.
“I look forward to it,”
He called my name as I went to leave.
“Come back tomorrow?” He asked.
“I—maybe,” I said.
“Please?” His blue eyes begged.
“Okay,” I gave in and the smile that broke out on his face was more than worth it.
I left the hospital room to find Lucius standing in the hallway. I froze, surprised. “Mr. Malfoy, I didn’t realize you were still here.”
“My son took a killing curse for you,” He said. He always spoke so bizarrely direct.
“Yes,”
“I warned you not to ever hurt him,”
“I didn’t cast the spell.” I was too emotionally drained for whatever game he wanted to play.
“No. You didn’t. But he still risked his life for yours.” Lucius narrowed his eyes at me. “My son cannot have a weak spot Ms. Y/l/n.”
I gave a tight smile as anger brewed inside me. “So him marrying some woman he doesn’t know isn’t a weak spot, but a good friend is? Mr. Malfoy your son is in a hospital room with a curse wound from a woman he married after knowing a week. It should have never gotten that far.”
“What are you insinuating?” He said.
“Nothing. I’m saying it. If you care about weak spots you should have protected your son.”
“And what if protecting him is removing you from the situation?” He threatened.
I inhaled. “I’ve had my life threatened once already this week and I have an aunt in Manchester who’s already waiting for me. I tried removing myself.” I snapped.
“You have quite the attitude.” He noted.
“Yeahp.” I didn’t deny it—it was true. He was unimpressed. We stared at each other, two strongholds.
“It would be a shame for that rebellious attitude to ruin your life again.” His eyes narrowed slightly in threat. My head reeled. I should have known he’d keep digging on me. I’m sure he knew more of my secrets than I did. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, sure,” I gave a weak laugh. “So you know why I came here. Why I’m staying with Pansy. You know exactly where this attitude came from: men like you.” I spat. “So be convoluted and threatening. I don’t care.” My stubbornness ran strong as I squared my shoulders.
“You seem to have a pretty high opinion of yourself,”
“Not at all.” I said plainly. “Actually the first time almost killed me and I’m not sure this time will be different.” My breath was sharp. I paused. “But I care about your son. And it seems he cares about me. And right now… I don’t know if I’m staying. And I’m sorry.”
Lucius studied me and left without another word. I turned, looking through the window of Draco’s room. His steady blue eyes were on me. Filled with so many questions. I’m not sure how much of that conversation he heard.
My gaze dropped as I scrubbed my face. Draco called my name softly. My eyes drifted to his. I walked back into his room and sat silently on the chair beside his bed. I put my head in my hands. The only sounds were the sound of our breathing.
“You don’t have to stay,” Draco broke the silence. “I… I understand if you don’t want to. If… if it’s too much. If I’m too much,”
I nodded mutely.
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
It was all I had.
I found myself back on the bench under the stars. Pansy came out with a warm mug of hot cocoa and a blanket. We sat there in silence for a while.
“What a fucking week,” she sighed into her mug. “Draco okay?” She asked, baited.
“The Amorentia is mostly out of his system. He’ll still be healing physically from the spell for a while.” My voice sounded hollow.
“Are you and Draco okay?” She followed up.
I pursed my lips. “I know he was drugged but holy fuck Pansy.” I said. “He destroyed my whole life in a week with the snap of his fingers.”
“Yeah,” she sighed.
“And that’s not even factoring in that he married someone else!”
“I thought you didn’t care about that?” She mused. “You guys were just friends.” She stressed the word. I gave her a look.
“Yeah because we all believe that.” I muttered. “I love him Pans. He’s my best friend and…” my voice was small as I stared at my empty mug.
“And he destroyed your life in a week and married another woman,” she finished. I laughed at the idea of both of those things being true.
“Yeah,” I smiled hopeless. “It would just be so easy to blame her and not Draco,”
“Well she is a wanted criminal for this sort of thing.” Pansy mused. “Blaise showed me some of her work and I’m damn impressed if it wasn’t so scary. Draco’s case is the first one to ever have a discrepancy. And that’s because of you, ya know?”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t give me that chosen one bullshit,” I shook my head.
“No one else got through to him Y/n. Chosen one or not, somewhere in his psyche, past the drug, he wanted you,” she said.
I sat with her words. I sat with the love I had for this town. I sat with the new life I had built for myself, by myself. I loved it all. I wanted it all, selfishly coveting it.
I didn’t want to leave.
But what hope did I have that it wouldn’t all be ripped from me again?
When I was younger, my hopes and dreams burned like a bonfire on a Friday night. And now? They were embers, twigs I scrounged up of proof that there was something worth hoping for. And every time I thought that the flame would flicker out, I’d find another twig, a branch, some kindling and dry leaves. But it was never the bonfire I had before. Just little candles that kept the darkness at bay.
My aunt urged me to stay for another month. She claimed this time I had the opportunity to tie up loose ends, and that I should take it. Wondering and regret would drive any person mad, she said. I was always welcome, she promised. But she wanted me to grow, not run and hide.
So a month it was.
The restaurant was the same, but different. There was a fear lingering in all of our eyes, a pain shared. How fickle life was.
I visited Draco sometimes. We never talked about the elephant in the room: if I was staying. So visits were short, and smiles forced often. But every conversation I had with him, I saw my friend again. Another candle to add to my hopes in the dark. The quips and jokes and rambles about some nerdy thing. Draco was my friend. And when he was released from the hospital, I was there to help sign paperwork to vouch for him and his aftercare, knowing Mitsey had the whole thing covered.
It wasn’t the same as before, but it wasn’t bad. Pansy finally convinced me to unpack. Slowly I did. And slowly I found myself in those boxes returned to where she belonged.
A matchbox for my flicker of hope came the next day when Pansy walked into my room.
“Hey, we have a summons to the manor,” Pansy knocked on my door with a letter in her hands.
“What does he want with me?” I muttered, unpacking another box.
“Both of us.” She said, handing me the parchment. Sure enough both of our names were listed for the summons. Why he didn’t just call us, I didn’t know. It said as soon as possible.
Pansy and I both faced the haunting on the manor together as we walked into Draco’s office. He still looked worse for wear, sleepless nights under his eyes, but he was home. And that counted for something. A light sparked in his eyes when he saw the both of us. A smile touched his lips.
“I’m glad you both could make it,” he said. “I have something for you two.” He offered a thick piece of parchment to us. Pansy took it.
“What is this?” Pansy asked as we both scanned the document in her hands.
“The title to Talons and Tempura.” He said plainly.
“This has our names on it,” I said.
“Yes.” Draco said. “It belongs to you two,”
Pansy and I shared a look, baffled.
“What do you mean?”
“The restaurant belongs to you two. The Malfoy company can no longer touch it.” He said solemnly. “I will only be involved if you ask.”
The weight of this action weighed heavy on me. I sank to one of the plush chairs facing his desk, tears in my eyes. My gaze met his glossy ones. He was trying to make amends.
“I’m so sorry,” his voice was rough. I nodded, accepting his apology. “The former staff has been notified and offered compensation for the time lost as well as more secure contracts. It just took a while for the bureaucracy.”
“Well,” Pansy said, choked up herself. “Looks like we got work to do,” she smiled at me. A carefree weightless smile grew on my face.
We left his office but I glanced back one time. There were tear tracks on Draco’s cheeks. Pansy called my name. I was caught between the two of them. I waved her on and slipped back inside the office and closed the door behind me. Draco studied me.
“We should talk,” my voice wavered.
“Probably,” he agreed and stood. “Yes,”
My heart pounded in my chest. His kind and generous actions with the Talons didn’t erase our score. My gaze dropped as I formed the difficult words.
“You really hurt me.” I said. “You—you tore apart my life in a matter of days,”
“I did.” He said. No excuses. No reasons. Just responsibility. “And I’m so sorry,” his voice weakened again. “I’m so sorry I hurt you. And for things you already had wounds for. And I’m sorry I left you bleeding again.” He was crying. “I can never make up for that. I can never undo it and—“ he choked up. “I’m sorry,”
I was crying too.
“And the things I said to you!?” He scrubbed his face. “Y/n why are you even still here!?” He wept.
“She did something to you,” I choked out as if it would make it all better.
“Fuck Y/n! You know that doesn’t make it better!” He shouted.
“No it doesn’t,” I cried shaking my head. “It killed me. And I thought maybe you’d had enough of me denying you and maybe you really had moved on and I deserve that. I—I never deserved your kindness or your friendship after what I’ve done and finally—finally it all started to make sense…” I messily wiped away my tears. “You were right—I—I deserved it.”
“No, no. No. Fuck no Y/n. I have never been more wrong. You didn’t deserve that. No one deserves that!”
“You don’t know what I’ve done!” I shouted back. “The people I’ve hurt, the friends I’ve lost,” my gaze dropped in shame as my voice got soft.
His shoes clicked on the hardwood until they were in my line of sight. Draco’s hand came up and lifted my chin. Our tear stained gazed met.
“No one deserves that.” He said finitely. “Especially not you. I don’t give a fuck about what you think you’ve done. You didn’t deserve that. You deserve to have a home. To have stability. To feel safe.” Draco’s blue eyes cemented those truths.
This was the man I loved. The one who was bold and defiant about the good in me. Who never sugar coated the truth.
I wrapped my arms around his neck in a tight hug. His arms coiled around me, securing me in his hold. I felt invincible like this. Safe. Loved.
“I know you, the real you,” he whispered. “And she doesn’t deserve to be hurt again by the ones she loves.”
I teared up again at his words. After years of being hurt and lost and alone trusting no one, here he was, knowing exactly what I craved. And even a love potion used for death could dissuade him from believing that for me.
Desiree had tried to get to my heart. To the inner workings that were broken and duct taped and Jerry rigged to keep functioning. And she found them. She pressed against them to get them to fracture again. And they did. But it was that pain that broke the spell on Draco. It was her mistake. The depths of who Draco was couldn’t bear to see me in that pain until it tore the very fabric of magic apart at the seams.
“I love you,” my voice was so small and muffled I was sure he didn’t hear what I said. He didn’t respond to it so I felt safe that those words were still my secret.
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Y/N loved the summer holidays, long days spent curled up with Draco on his bed as he read quietly to her was something she looked forward to all year. But something was wrong this summer, Draco had been distant and rather than spending all his time with his arms wrapped around Y/N he had been dong everything to get away from her. Y/N wasn’t one to worry but she had been alone for too many hours to stop the overthinking wheels from turning in her mind.
“Morning” She hummed as she opened her eyes to find Draco already up and dressed on the other side of his large room
“Hi, I’m going out with Blaze today. I’ll see you this evening” He said
“Can I come with?” She asked, not wanting to sound needy but she desperately wanted some time with Draco, even if Blaze was around
“No, I promised Blaze we’d spend some guy time together” he said harshly
“Right”
“You ok?” He asked staring at Y/N up and down, she pulled the duvet closer to herself covering what Draco looked to be judging
“Fine” She replied lying back down and closing her eyes once more.
Draco hesitated for a moment then left the room, Y/N felt the tears begin to bubble as she heard the bedroom door shut.
ONce Y/N woke up again, the sun was shining directly into the room, she pulled herself out of the bed and heading towards the kitchen in search of something to make her feel a little happier, the manor felt empty, she knew the Malfoy’s had house elves running around by when neither Narcissa nor Lucius Malfoy nor Draco were home it felt eerie and weird. Y/N searched around the cupboards but found nothing which she fancied, with a huff she returned to Draco’s bedroom, begging to feel a little like a prisoner in the house. Without a second thought she grabbed the floo powder which Draco kept on top of the fireplace, and muttered her home address.
———
Draco knew he had messed up the moment he walked into the manor, it was unusually quiet ordinarily he would be able to hear Y/N’s TV show or music playing but nothing.
“Draco you’re home!” His mother said as she walked through the large entrance hall
“Yeah, where’s Y/N?” He asked,
“She isn’t with you?” Draco felt his heart drop when the words left his mothers mouth
“No she didn’t come with me today”
“Well me and your father left this morning and came back at lunch and she wasn’t here” She said
“Did she leave a note somewhere?” Draco said hurriedly
“Not that I saw, but perhaps there’s one in you rroom?” She suggested, Draco bolted up the stairs and threw open the door to his room there was no sign of a note nor Y/N. Feeling the panic building up he began desperately searching to find some kind of clue as to where she might have gone. His eyes finally landed on the pot of floo powder which was on the wrong side of the mantlepiece. Grabbing a handful Draco quickly shouted Y/N’s address.
— — —
The instant Draco stepped into Y/N’s home he knew she was there, just by the way music filled the small house. Y/N had mentioned about how her parents were always travelling and that was why even since first year she had stayed with Draco over summer, she had always told Draco how much she hated being home alone, the thought made Draco panic. He must have messed up badly for Y/N to willingly stay on her own
“Y/N” He called through the house, his voice echoing off the walls, the music stopped filling the house with silence “Darling?” He called again, Y/N suddenly appeared out from her bedroom dressed in baggy clothes and wet hair Draco soaked in her disheveled appearance. “Baby?” He said taking a small step closer
“What are you doing here Draco?” She said her voice was cold, and loveless. A tone Draco didn’t like one bit
“I got home and you weren’t there” He explained “I was worried” he added with a careful smile unsure of how Y/N was going to react, but Draco was met with silence “Can we talk?” He said
“I don’t know can we?” She snapped harshly, pushing past Draco and storming to the kitchen turning the kettle on and forcefully thumping a mug down on the side
“Darling I don’t know what you mean” Draco said, Y/N scoffed as she threw a tea bag into the empty mug
“You’ve been gone for the past two weeks Draco, with Blaze or Pansy, or some stupid excuse to get away from me but now you want to talk?” She snapped pouring the boiling water into the mug, and finishing the tea with milk and sugar
“Darling, I don’t know what to say” He stammered taking a step towards her
“If you’re going to break up you should just come out with it” She said bluntly holding the mug tightly in her hands as though it were going to protect her from whatever Draco was going to say
“I don’t want to break up with you” Draco said
“You’ve got a funny way of showing that” She snapped
“Let me explain please” Draco begged
“Fine” She said, waiting for Draco to start his explanation, but all she was met with was a few stammered syllables
“Just come with me love” he said taking her hand and instantly apperating them away from the comfort of her home.
— — —
“Don’t you ever do that again” She shouted tearing her arm away from Draco the moment she felt her feet on the hard floor “Where the hell are we?” She asked looking around at the room Draco had taken her to, buckets of paint sat on the floor and half the walls were painted, sunlight poured into the room from a large bay window with the most comfortable looking window seat in front of it, the kind Y/N could imagine just curling up on
“We’re graduating this time next year” Draco said
“Yeah” She said pushing him to continue
“I don’t want to move back in with my parents and I’m kind of hoping you don’t either. So I bought us this flat. It isn’t much it’s only got two bedrooms but it overlooks Diagon Ally” Draco said
“I don’t understand” She said
“I wanted to give it to you, before we went back to school. I’ve been spending all my time here getting it ready”
“So you’re not breaking up with me?” Y/N asked
“Never darling, I want you to move in with me” He said
“I’m sorry” She muttered staring at her feet suddenly feeling as if she was getting told off by a teacher
“I should be the one apologising, I’ve been neglecting you and I swear it will never happen again, I just got so wrapped up in making this perfect that I didn’t even think. I love you Y/N”
TW: misunderstanding, Draco being a bit of a dick, overthinking thoughts, little bit of angst little bit of fluff
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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 can’t believe we’re at the final part. Thank you guys so much for sticking with this series. Let me know what you all want to see next xxx
Previous parts
Odd one out Dear Y/N Ashamed I was worried Don’t you ever forget it I really tried for you I’m not scared I need to know you’re safe Is this okay? nothing Craving each other Promise I can’t answer that That’s that
Y/N didn’t regret a single thing, certainly not now that she had patched up the relationship between her Fred and George. She didn’t miss Hogwarts, not really at least. She missed Draco, the old Draco, and sometimes she would feel a little lonely but she loved her life. She helped Lupin with Order Business and as they prepared for the Battle of Hogwarts she couldn’t have been happier to busy herself with anything and everything.
The Battle was hard, and long. Y/N had spent most of it by Fred and George’s side. She stood in the courtyard next to George as they watched Hagrid hold Harry’s lifeless body, Y/N felt her heart twist as she thought back to Fred. She couldn’t help but feel guilty, if she had gotten there one moment before she might have been able to save him but she didn’t. Instead she got there the moment the rubble fell onto him, and she watched it all happen. An image she wouldn’t be able to forget easily. Y/N couldn’t listen to the words falling out of Voldemort’s mouth, she didn’t care enough to understand. She’d rather be dead than serve him.
“Draco, come” Voldemort instructed Draco.
Y/N turned her head, it was the first time since they had broken up that she saw him. He stood a little taller and more muscular than she remembered, his black suit was stained with dust and his white hair was muddy and appeared a mousey brown. He stood a small step towards Voldemort’s outstretched hand.
“Dont” She whispered, George gripped her hand tightly, she wasn’t sure if it was an attempt at comforting her or himself but it helped. Draco turned and caught her eye, he looked to her, almost as if he was searching for an answer to what to do. She shook her head, and Draco sent her a tired smile.
“No” Draco said firmly, “I stand with my friends” He said taking a few steps away from Voldemort and planted himself next to Y/N
“You’re weak” Voldemort said calmly, he was too calm for Y/N’s liking. Draco gripped onto Y/N’s other hand he rubbed small circles onto hers like he used to when she got nervous. It was the last thing she remembered as Harry rolled out of Hagrid’s arms and the battle began once more.
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Y/N sat in the Great Hall, it had been hours since the battle ended. And judging by the sun Y/N assumed it was early evening. She had sat in the same spot since dawn, but she didn’t care enough to move, her hand was wrapped around Fred’s. She had lost more than she could even comprehend, the pain barely surfacing was more than she could bare. She had bid goodbye to her family with a lie that she was going to help McGonagall clear up a little, but McGonagall herself had left for a few hours, leaving Hogwarts quiet. Just how Y/N wanted it. She felt a presence beside her and smelt the cologne before she dared to look at the face.
“I could have got to him” She said quietly “If I had been a second faster I could have cast a spell and saved him”
“I’m sorry” Draco said his voice was hoarse as if he’d just finished crying
“You know he’d be proud of you. Standing up to Voldemort like that, he was trying to get me to bring you over to the order’s side the past few months” She chuckled “He said you’d be a good asset”
“He really said that about me?”
“Yeah, he said it was a shame you were a Malfoy” She said with a sad smile remembering the conversation she had with Fred just a few weeks ago “Said that if you were a Weasley or a Potter that you’d be a bloody good wizard. He wanted me to reach out to you again”
“I really messed up” Draco said,
“You made the right choice in the end, stood up for yourself” She said calmly,
“I should have done it sooner” He admitted “Should have done it the moment Umbridge came”
“But you did it” She said with a sad smile, she rested her body onto his. Exhaustion washing over her “I’m proud of you”
“I need to ask you for something” Draco said, Y/N nodded willing him to continue “I know it won’t be today, or even tomorrow or probably not for a few years but I’m asking you to forgive me. I’ve messed a lot of my life up and I’m sorry for causing you all this pain”
“I forgave you months ago Draco. This was never your fault, your father and mother turned you into a weapon for a cause you didn’t know enough about. None of this is your fault” She said quietly,
“I’ve missed you darling” he said
“I missed you too”
“Do you think we missed our chance?”
“I think we need to talk, properly. Seriously, about everything” She admitted “But you’ll always be my Draco, no matter what” She said.
Odd one out Dear Y/N Ashamed I was worried Don’t you ever forget it I really tried for you I’m not scared I need to know you’re safe Is this okay? nothing Craving each other Promise I can’t answer that
Months had gone by and Y/N and Draco weren’t doing well. Ever since Draco had joined the Inquisitorial Squad he became insufferable,
“Y/N come on” He huffed as he pushed her off of him
“Draco it’s one hug it’s not going to kill anyone” She huffed,
“It’s the rules” Draco said,
“You enforce the rules so its fine” She said going to wrap her arms around him once more,
“I said no” Draco snapped at her,
“What are you going to do take me to Umbridge?” She said folding her arms across her chest
“Of course not darling” He said softly, taking a small step away from her, “It’s just while we’re outside of the dorms” Y/N nodded, she could understand why he was worried but he was the one who wanted to work with Umbridge. “You understand don’t you?” He asked
“Yeah, I’ll see you later” She said with a sad smile on her face.
She shuffled into class, Defence against the Dark arts. She hated Umbridge with every bone in her body and all she wanted to do was leave. She sat in her usual seat next to Ginny, it was the only class they sat next to each other in and Y/N found herself looking forward to the conversations with her sister.
“You and Draco not doing well?” She asked
“Just another fight about all this” Y/N said guesturing to Umbridge,
“Do you think you need a break from him?” She asked, there was no malice in her voice. But Y/N couldn’t help but feel that she had been waiting to ask that since the Yule Ball
“I don’t know” Y/N answered honestly,
“Y/N, Ginny Weasley. I expected better form you both. You should do well to learn not to speak unless spoken to in my class” Umbridge snapped,
“Sorry” Y/N said quietly,
“See me after for detention” She said bluntly.
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Y/N sat crossed legged on Ginny’s bed, George sat in front of her wrapping her hand in a bandage.
“It’ll be ok in a few days” he said with a sad smile
“How’s yours?” Y/N asked, guestering to George’s fading scar
“You can barely see it now” He said “Fred you finished with Gin?” He asked
“Yeah all good. Practically good as new” Fred said,
“I’m sorry” Ginny said casting her eyes towards Y/N
“It wasn’t your fault, I was talking as well” Y/N said with a comforting smile, “Thanks for letting me come here” She said
“We haven’t seen eye to eye all the time but we’re family Y/N” Fred said “We care about you”
“I’m sorry for ending up in Slytherin” She said sadly, “I know it’s not easy for you”
“I mean it’s better than being a squib” Fred grinned “I know I’ve said some things about you in Slytherin but the hat knows best and it put you there for a reason” He placed his hand on her shoulder
“Is that an apology?” She smirked
“It’s the only one you’re going to get” Fred laughed,
“You are really going through with the shop?” Y/N asked after a minute of silence
“Definitely” George nodded, “We leave tomorrow”
“I’m going to miss you” She admitted
“You’re going to wave us off right?” Fred asked, Y/N nodded firmly
“You should get back, you don’t want to end up in another detention because of the curfew” George said softly,
Y/N nodded and left the warm dorm room to make the trek down into the dungeons. She knew that Draco would be patrolling so she opted for walking the route he usually took in the hopes of running into him. Sure enough as she turned down the stairs there he was standing with Blaise.
“Y/N? What are you doing out?” He asked
“Just coming back” She said hoesntly, going to wrap her arms around him but he took a few steps back
“You can’t keep doing this” He snapped “First it was just a hug and now you’re ignoring the curfew?”
“It’s a few minutes Draco it’s fine” She said feeling the anger bubble up,
“It’s not fine. I’m leading by example and how does it look that my girlfriend can’t even follow the rules” He said his voice raising to a volume that Y/N didn’t like.
“Maybe I shouldn’t be your girlfriend anymore” She snapped, the words tumbled out of her mouth before she could even stop them,
“Maybe you shouldn’t be” Draco agreed, Y/N felt the tears well up in her eyes. She paused for a moment, half expecting Draco to apologise for his words and say he was just angry but no apology came,
“Then that’s that. We’re done” Y/N said,
“Yeah we are” Draco said.
Y/N turned on her heel and ran in the opposite direction of the dorms ignoring Draco’s shouts for her to come back. It didn’t take her long to find herself fact to face with the Fat Lady, she whispered the password which Ginny had given her for ‘extreme circumstances’. The door opened and let her into the common room, she ran up the stairs and burst into Fred and George’s dorm room where they both stood packing their cases. They turned to her with confused looks on their faces
“I don’t suppose you want a third partner?” She asked.
They broke into wicked grins and Y/N knew that she had made the right decision.
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hello can i pls have draco x reader fanfiction but can it be thunderstorming and the reader is scared?
Eye of the Hurricane
Draco X Reader
A/n: okay, so I made this a drabble, but it has comfort and thunderstorms all the same and it’s all for you my dear~ and I quite enjoyed writing a drabble ngl.
Draco had said that he would be back in a few minutes. That was fine, he was just popping out for more tea.
It was totally fine until a massive clap of thunder shook the crystal on the chandeliers.
I jumped to me feet, my heart pitter pattering in my chest as an onslaught of rain joined the rumbling clouds. I should have known that the fist clap of thunder would bring more. My fingers grasped an old afghan. Swaddled in the knotted yarn I yearned to find a room in the large cold manor where the rain and thunder were non-existent.
“Come on Draco, where are you?” I asked as the light flickered.
I felt utterly alone. There were no house elves any longer, it was just Draco and I living here until we found a more suitable place. And without Draco home...
I yelped at the next strike of lightning followed by the boom of thunder.
“It’s just rain,” I tried to convince myself. “Just some water,” The wind howled drowning out the sound of my justifications.
Finding a sitting room deep within the Manor, I cast a lighting charm and curled up on the floor next to the inner most wall. The lights threatened to go out, a jarring contrast to the flashes of lightning that lit up the room.
The next loud sound was not that of thunder, but of apperation.
“Y/n!?” Draco’s desperate voice called. Relief flooded through my veins.
“Draco!?” I called, searching for him, only to find him dripping wet in the foyer, a ruined paper bag in his hand.
“I’m sorry I didn’t think it would storm before I got back,” Setting the ruined bag on an antique dry sink, Draco ran a hand through his wet hair to slick it back.
Disregarding the notion that he was soaked, I dive into his arms, finding protection and security in his embrace.
“I’m here,” He assured, rubbing my back. “You’re not alone, you’re safe.” As the words left his lips, a crack of thunder plunged the house into total darkness. “Oh for Merlin’s sake,”
Drawing his wand, he casted first a drying charm, then came a more complicated incantation that lit the room with a soft candle glow.
“Alright, I’ve got tea, and we can have a fire and wait out the storm.” Draco smiled down at me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I hummed. “I don’t like it,” My eyes were trained on the nearest window. “I know,”
Sighing, he drew me deep into the house, to the sitting room that I had sought shelter in earlier, casting a fire into the hearth with a simple spell before transfiguring two teacups for us to use. Draco slid the pocket doors closed, sealing off our little haven away from the tempest around us. Our own little eye of a hurricane.
Before he joined me on the sofa, he went to one of the built-in bookshelves and selected a novel. Pulling me into his arms, as were situated in such a way that I was cradled in his embrace, but he was still able to read aloud to me.
“Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy,” Draco began, and a smile curled onto my face.
“Really?” I leaned my head back to look up at him. “What? Do you not want me to read to you?”
“No, I do. But your choice surprises me, that’s all,” I settled back down letting my eyes drift close.
“You know Lucy found Narnia when it was raining outside,” Draco pointed out. “They played hide and seek because it was storming,”
“I suppose she did,” I mused, letting myself get lost, not in the fear of the storm, but in Draco’s voice spinning a narrative, his warmth, and the aura of comfort that covered us like the blanket draped over me.
Summary: The Wizarding World earnestly searched for the newly discovered Heir of Gryffindor. After many failed attempts at the claim, McGonagall almost gives up hope, but sends off one final letter. Draco looking for a reason to clear his name has an ulterior motive to find you... that is until he meets you.
A/n: So, as promised, an Anastasia AU that is frankly one of my favorite things in a while. For all intents and purposes Snape isn’t dead because this is my blog and my word is law. Also, this is about 10k words... so you’re welcome.
Long ago, Hogwarts was founded by four great wizards: Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff. The Slytherin heir was found centuries later in one Tom Riddle who became the greatest Dark Wizard of all time, only to be defeated by the great Harry Potter. Yet, the story of the heirs does not end there. The unfortunate demise of Helena Ravenclaw ended the lineage of the Ravenclaw house for she had no children. The Hufflepuff heir, Cedric Diggory was killed in the war by Voldemort. Only one heir remains, and their whereabouts are unknown to all, but sought after by most. Minerva McGonagall is keen on the discovery of this witch or wizard, the last true heir of Hogwarts, and perhaps the most powerful of them all. Only in the hands of the true heir, will Godric’s mighty sword come alive with magic once more.
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“It’s a girl, raised muggle, in America,” Snape threw down the Daily Prophet. “This could be your chance,”
“My chance to what?” Draco huffed, running a hand through his hair before examining the paper. “Like a Slytherins could ever find this Gryffindor heir, let alone in muggle America,”
“But if you do,” Snape hinted, a smile curling on his lips. “It might clear your names,”
“Would you give that a rest?” Draco muttered, throwing the newspaper down of a very scared looking American girl. “Even if I do find this girl, why in the world would she trust me?”
“Because, she might have questions, and who is going to be there with the answers for her?” Snape raised an eyebrow.
Draco pondered the idea, then glanced at your photo in the paper in front of him. And he thought there perhaps might be a chance.
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“London?” I eyed the passport dubiously. “What long lost aunt wants me in London? And why did she show up now?” My fingers ran over the long letter explaining everything and nothing.
“Do you want to go or not?” Mrs. Greenwood asked. “Because I’ve got a lot of girl like you who’d kill for a chance at a family again.” Her snappy condescending voice wouldn’t be missed.
“Alright, alright. I’m going.”
I zipped my bag closed, folding the letter, and placing it in my bag with the plane ticket and passport. It was a long drive to the airport that was filled with people who all went about their business. I had never felt more lost. I read the letter again as I waited for my plane to arrive. Something proved magical about the parchment and inked letters. A style never used in a modern day. It gave me hope. Or an unsettling sense of dread.
“Excuse me,” His voice was polite and broke through the music of my headphones. It was his accent that caught me off guard. He was a brit.
“Yes?” I asked, taking out an earbud.
“You wouldn’t happen to know a Ms. McGonagall, would you? I’m supposed to be aiding her niece back to London,” I eyed him skeptically.
“Is that so?” I raised an eyebrow. “Alright pretty boy, tell me, what absolute stranger is going to trust a random brit who comes up to her claiming to know the name of someone that he could easily have read off the girl’s letter?” He seemed amused at my skepticism.
“I suppose you’re right,” The stranger didn’t seem cornered, however. His caviler didn’t waver. “What if I told this stranger that hypothetically I knew that her aunt wasn’t really her aunt but someone looking for her to be claimed as the heir to a school of magic?”
“Well, hypothetically, I’d probably laugh and call security,” I eyed the cop, whose gaze caught mine before flashing to the beautiful stranger before me.
“And if I proved to her that magic was real? Would this stranger believe me?” Danger lurked in his eyes.
I snorted. “If you can prove that magic is real, I’ll follow you anywhere buddy,”
“Careful there stranger, you’re promising something you might not want to,” He warned.
“I think I know what I can handle pretty boy,”
Without another word, he took my hand, clasping it in his. Glancing around he slowly raised his hand away from my palm, where a flower began to bud and bloom from nothing, sparking in the fluorescent lighting. I wasn’t impressed.
“Nice trick, but I’m not convinced.”
The stranger laughed. “I should have known it would take more to convince you,” He ran a hand through his silvery blond hair, looking around, before his gaze settled back on me. “What if I told you that you could do magic?”
“I’d say you’re crazy and were back to calling security,” I went to walk away, I had enough time before my flight that a quick walk wouldn’t be the end of the world.
“But you must have felt it,” His hand reached for mine. “When you were younger, and things happened around you that you couldn’t explain. A sense that you didn’t belong. That you were different. That you could see and feel and do things that others couldn’t.” His words were earnest and urgent. I paused.
“And if I did?” I didn’t face him.
“That you hear stories of magic and fairytales, and you thought maybe you belonged in them because there was no one quite like you,” My eyes met his, baffled, curious. “And you felt it just now, not on the surface of your skin, but in your hand, in your blood, a feeling in your heart that felt right. That felt powerful,”
“Okay, pretty boy, you seem to know a lot about who you think I am, so what’s your deal?’ I folded my arms, still not completely convinced but more than curious.
“I told you, I’m here to help you get to London in one piece and how to be an heir of magic.” The light in his eyes glinted as if he had won.
“Alright, let’s say hypothetically I believe you, then what?”
“I’d buy you a cup of coffee and we’d try this again?” He raised an eyebrow, nodding to a chain Starbucks that was near dead in the early hours of the morning.
I stared at the chai tea latte that was warming my hands. He didn’t say a word. Draco. The beautiful stranger who promised answers. Who looked a bit too good to be true.
“From here, I get a letter for an aunt I didn’t know that I had, and a plane ticket to London. Then I met you, claiming that you know her and that you’re here to help me. Then you tell me that my aunt really isn’t my aunt, and that magic is real and I’m the heir to some sort of magic school in London? This is a really good way to get kidnapped and never heard from again,” My skepticism grew. He could see that.
“You’re not wrong,” He leaned onto the table, closer to me. “And you wouldn’t believe me unless you knew that magic was real.”
“Every lonely girl dreams of fairytales and magic,” I countered. “Is it so far-fetched to really believe it?”
“Believing sure,” He gave an easy smile. “But you can do magic and you know it,”
“How do you know what I know?” I snapped back.
“I know you’re in denial,” He chuckled. “And easy, you’re doing it now, but no one could tell you that you were because it’s subtle and hard to pick up on,”
“In what way?” I demanded.
“Defense spell,” His smirk started the urge in me to deck him. He was so self-assured, and it drove me insane. What was worse, was that he might be right about everything.
“Sure, why not,” My tone fell flat. “Okay pretty boy, how exactly am I using a defense spell?” I leaned back in my chair, unamused.
“No one in this airport gave you any trouble. A strange man comes up to you and you show signs of distress, and yet no one helps you. You’re hiding yourself from their point of view. It’s very self-assured of you to think you can handle yourself,” His explanation made to much sense... again.
“I’m the self-assured one?” I muttered. “And sorry to burst your bubble English, but this is America and we all pretty much keep our heads down.”
“And yet the second you decided to trust me, the security guard walked the other way—away from his post I might add,” His confident smile didn’t leave.
“He... what?” Now I backtracked.
“You like to be left alone, I can admire that, but you have so much potential and you could do so much more,”
“And if I don’t want to?” I offered a bit hopeless.
“Sure, go be a faceless nobody in the sea of Americans, work a nine to five, and never see adventure or magic again in your life,” He leaned back in his chair, casual. As if what he offered was the option a rational person would choose.
“And I should trust you? To take me to London and bring me to this magic school to be an heir or whatever it is you Brits do?”
“You seem quite offset that I’m not American,” His amused smile returned.
“Force of habit,” I shrugged, giving a carefree smile that caused indignation to flicker into his eyes.
“Well, you have approximately thirty seconds to decide if you trust me before you’re called to board,” His devious smirk had me reeling to look at the gate and the flight attendant who was ruffling through papers and getting ready to signal boarding groups.
“God, I hate you,” I muttered, resigned. “Fine. Whatever. Life of adventure and magic, sure.”
We boarded and Draco took the seat akin to mine in first class without the bat an of eyelash. My anxiety began to flare again thinking of how easy it was for him to find a place next to me on a full flight to London in the early hours of the morning.
Then there was the matter of flying altogether. I had never been on a plane ride before. And I was about to be on a nine-hour flight with a supposed magician and a promise of adventure. What had I gotten myself into?
“I can hear you worrying.” Draco muttered as the plane left the runway and began to ascend.
“I’ve never flown in a plane before in my life. All things considered, I think I’m allowed to worry,” I snapped.
Draco reached into his bag and held out a small vial filled with an amber liquid.
“Here, take this,” He offered it to me.
“Oh, you’ve got to be joking,” I snorted. “There is no way in hell that I’m taking that.”
“Y/n, please,” It was the first time that he had ever used my name. A name I hadn’t told him. A name he knew. A name that got my attention and reminded me of the situation that I was in.
“What is it?” I took the vail from his nimble fingers.
“Anxiety potion,” He explained calmly. “It will calm your stress levels and allow you to think clearly,”
“Magic?” I eyed him dubiously.
“A form of it. Your people call it chemistry, but we have access to more ingredients than the causal muggle,”
“Muggle?” I raised an eyebrow, still examining the contents of the small vial.
“People who can’t do magic nor live with other wizards,”
“Wizards,” I mused softly to myself.
The pilot informed the cabin that we had reached cruising altitude and my anxiety came back, overshadowing the tales of wizards and magic and the perfect stranger beside me. Draco could sense that. He let out an aggravated huff and rolled his eyes.
“Use your senses Y/n, you don’t know how to control it yet, but you have magic in your blood. It’s kept you alive and ahead this long. What are they telling you? Not your fears and anxiety, but your heart and head.” His voice was low and urgent, and I had to concentrate to catch all of his words.
“This isn’t another one of your—”
“Y/n,” He pressed, not having it with my second thoughts and doubts. “Concentrate.”
Deciding to trust him, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. The air around me was artificial and frigid. It made my senses stand keen on edge. It was unnatural to me. I could feel the people as they settled down for the long flight. The pilot shifting and the attendants flitting about. They were all overly ordinary. Like most people I had been surrounded with my entire life.
Then there was Draco beside me. I could feel his warmth, his presence... his aura. Unlike anything I had encountered before. A halo of power and... magic that embraced and clung to the edges of him. It matched the silvery blue of his eyes trailing off into green. I could trust him. But there was a darkness underneath that I couldn’t trust. The one that I feared.
Then the vial clasped between my fingers. It held no ill will toward me as I thought of it. It promised to help in words that didn’t belong to Draco beside me. Something all of it’s own. All of my own.
Another deep breath out.
“Okay,”
“What did you gather?” He didn’t taunt me, but rather it was genuine curiosity that colored his tone.
“You’re... different. From the rest of the people on this plane. You... there’s like... an aura? A feeling but with color? I don’t know...” My eyebrows furrowed. “It told me I can trust you... but there’s something darker underneath... and I’m not sure... I’m not sure I trust that darkness.”
He stared at me, baffled. Not that I had said what I said, but instead what I had said.
“The... the darkness.” He muttered. “I thought...”
“That you could hide it?” I raised an eyebrow, only half teasing. We all had darkness. I wouldn’t hold his against him.
“That there would be more... the things I’ve done,” He was a burning man before me. I looked down to the vial in my hands. I toyed with it.
“Here’s to new beginnings?” I offered a bit hopeless, breaking the wax seal and downing the contents like a parched man in a desert who comes upon an oasis.
And I understood what he meant. A pack of stress and the ability to think clearly. All of the fogginess that the anxiety induced was gone. I looked at the world around me with new eyes.
“Woah,” I whispered, looking at Draco clearly for the first time.
A smile played at his lips.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?”
I nodded and looked out at the grey and blue beneath the plane. Closing the shade, I turned to Draco as much as the first-class seat would allow.
“So magic?”
“Where do you want me to start?” He was expecting my question.
“The beginning is a good place,”
“We’d be here forever,” Draco chuckled. “I’ll start at the beginning of what would be your story though”
I marveled at his words. Two worlds divided but always existing beside each other. Sometimes they would intertwine sometimes they would be forgotten. He spoke of being raised in such a negative perspective of muggles and the life I led, putting me on edge until he gave a placid smile and an apology. His tale turned darker with the war that was fought and a hope that was lost and found again.
“Potter,” Draco’s tone snarled around the name.
“Harry Potter,” I mused. “So why can’t he be the heir of this Gryffindor whoever?”
“Like that would help his ego any,” Draco muttered flatly. “And he can’t because he’s a half blood. The heirs are pure blood wizards, not a drop of Muggle blood in them,”
“Okay...” my brows knit together. “But how does that explain me? They told me my mother was... and my father walked out on her. She died giving birth to me,”
“Back in the early days of the first war, I can only assume your parents were against the Dark Lord which gave them their death sentence. Especially if he knew you were the heir of Gryffindor,”
“But I’m not dead,” I pointed out.
“Seems that way,” Draco gave me an amused smirk. “They must not have known you existed. And seeing as you were raised in America, I came see why they—no one knew. Not until recently anyway.”
“But how did they find me? How did you find me? How did this letter even find me?”
“Would you accept magic as an answer to those three questions?” Draco tried.
“Sure, but I’m still creeped out,” I folded my arms. “Heir to a school of Magic...” I pondered the words aloud for the first time. “What does that even mean? What am I supposed to do with it?”
“Whatever you want,” Draco shrugged.
Our conversation pulled after that into almost nothing. I closed my eyes once more and began to feel the world around me through my newfound sixth sense. It became overwhelming after a few moments but when homing in on Draco’s presence quelled some of that overstimulation. His aura was calming, as if it were a foreign lullaby to my heart. A lullaby that lulled me to sleep before long.
But a darkness lingered still in my dreams. It was alien. Not what I had seen in Draco and not what I knew was within me. Something else. An evil presence that yearned to be free. To take control. To have power. It wanted me. It was suffocating. It dragged me down. Down. Down. Draco felt further away. The plane, it’s passengers, nothing but specks. The darkness dragged me forward. Red eyes stared me down and a smile full of knifes taunted me.
I struggled back, away from the evilness, trying to break free of the darkness but I was trapped. By back was against a wall. There was no escape.
A flicker of silver caught my attention. Bright and beautiful. A ray of hope. My eyes dared to leave the shadow figure to follow that ray. When I saw it again it because more clear. The wisps of a dragon made of pure light. It did not come for me, rather it showed me the way out.
There was a way out.
I gasped, my eyes fluttering open to see the glow of fluorescent lighting and worried grey eyes.
“What—that—who—” I sputtered, my heart racing.
“Are you okay?” His genuine concern called to me. I nodded, tears stinging my eyes.
“What was that Draco?”
“I don’t know,” From his tone I knew that he did not like not knowing. “But you’re safe now,” The comfort of his arms around me made me believe his words more than I thought I would. “We’ll land in a couple hours, just try to relax,” His tone was soft, something new.
The grey dim of London didn’t impress me. I squinted up at the misting rain. Draco took my hand and led me through the maze of the airport, gathering our bags and ushering me toward an empty alley way.
“Draco,” I warned, not enjoying the situation.
“Just hold tight to me and don’t touch the edges,” He instructed. “Don’t let go of your bag either,”
“What? Why?” I broke away from him, to his annoyance.
“Can’t you just do what you’re told? No questions asked?” He seemed to be asking the sky more than he was asking me. I gave him a flat look. “It’s magic. It’s called apperating. It’s going to feel weird, but you should be fine.” He offered his hand to me again.
“Should be?”
“We don’t have time for this Y/n,” He stressed.
“Like hell we do,” I snapped.
“Fine, if you’re not fine then you have total permission to hit me, that make you feel better?” He demanded, insisting that I take his hand.
“No,” I mumbled, placing my hand in his.
That feeling of power was back when he took out a wand—his wand—and twirling it, before I could make fun of him, we were whisked away, and I had to remember to hold on. The distorted reality around me was so enticing to touch, as if it were an impressionist painting that replaced with the dingy grey around me. Then it stopped.
“Where are we?” The scenery changed, still a duller grey, but now in front of a large mansion that I had only seen in movies.
“Malfoy Manor,” Draco said curtly. “Come along,”
Taking a second to recover from the beauty that was all around me, I grabbed my bag and followed him inside where I gasped again. The house looked like something of those fairytales I had always dreamed about.
“Are you coming?” Draco asked promptly.
“I... do you live here!?” I scrambled after him up the stairs with my bag.
“Yes,” He didn’t understand my amazement. “Are you alright?”
“I’ve never been something this... beautiful before,” I turned back to look over the banister at the grand foyer. “You just... live here?”
“Yes,” Now there was a smile playing at his lips. “Come on, we’ve still got much to do,”
“There’s more!?” I followed him up the stairs.
“You haven’t used magic in your entire life, and you think I’m gonna let you waltz in there scared and unprepared?” Draco snorted opening up a random door. “This will be your room. We have a couple days—it won’t be enough time but perhaps I can make you somewhat believable...”
“No one said anything about having to prove I was the heir!” I argued, again taken back by the lavish room but ultimately was overridden by my anger and fear. “Show up, sure! Maybe take a DNA test! But act like some wizard protégée!?”
“Witch,” He mended softly. “And we’ve got this under control,”
“We?” I did not have this under control.
“Snape and I. He will be helping me help you. There’s a lot you need to learn. But for now, rest. Dinner is in an hour,” Closing the door he left me to my thoughts.
Sitting on the bed I looked around the room. Anxiety began to creep in my chest again, but not for the reason it had... this morning. Could it still be the same day? Could I have only met Draco a dozen or so hours ago? My thoughts were reeling.
“A witch, an heir,” I scoffed. “Magic,” it was more of a whisper.
I lifted my hand and remembering the power and golden feeling that had come when Draco created a flower in my palm, I surged for the magic within me. To my surprise, golden flames licked at my fingertips, shimmering in the evening light. A giddy laugh left my lips as I intensified the flame to consume my entire hand.
“He said you were a quick learner,” A stern and nasally voice drew me from my stupor.
My hand dropped and my flame fizzled out as I stood.
“I—uh,”
“I am Severus Snape. I am here to help you. It is in your best interest to do exactly as I say without any questions. Understood?”
“Uh... okay?”
“Dinner will be downstairs soon. Draco would like you to join us. There are clothes in the wardrobe. Change into something more suitable and come down.” His instructions left no room for argument, but my stubbornness flared, yet he left before I could snark a reply.
Mourning my sweater jeans and converse I headed to the elaborate wardrobe and opened the great oak doors to reveal an array of gowns, cloaks, and dresses. Together they were worth more than any amount of money I had come into contact with. And of much higher taste than I’d dare to ever wear.
Riffling through them there was a semi bearable dress that looked as if it were from the 1950s and held a navy-blue color. It would have to do, and it could have been worse. I eyed a heavy shimmering gown with pearls and lace, shuddering at the thought.
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Draco’s day could have been a lot worse than it ended up being. After finally giving in at Snape’s insistence that he fly back to England and not apparate he thought his day was a lost cause. But then he met you and Merlin were you a handful.
He could easily see the magic you were doing and the power you were giving off. It took a lot of his willpower to not submit and leave you alone, as your defense ordered. But as soon as your eyes met his and a smile played at your lips, he didn’t have to fight any longer. You allowed him to stay close to you, assured that he meant you no harm. No one had trusted him like that in years.
For the heir of Hogwarts, you were quite remarkable. An easy sorting into Gryffindor with or without the hat. He had to play his cards right however, to maneuver you into a world of magic from the mundane of America. But he accomplished the feat, easier than he would have thought done. Perhaps you were more than ready to leave your Muggle world and join his magic one. And not like he could blame you. If he never had to ride in a plane again, he’d do anything.
But just as he thought you were safe, your eyes closed in a peaceful slumber, something dark came back to hurt you. Red eyes that he knew well. How... how he didn’t know. But he could feel the cold evil presence seep into your skin and consume your aura. It terrified him. Draco knew you were defenseless. No amount of unintentional magic could keep the Dark Lord at bay, dead or alive.
So, he did something he never had before in a desperate attempt to protect you and him from that evil. He called his Patronus, touching his wand to your temple, willing it to go and pull you out.
Your eyes flashing open, fear written on your usual confident features, your hands digging into his arms, Draco’s heart churned in his chest. You looked to him for safety. Him—who you’d met barely five hours prior when you were sure he was there to kidnap you. And now you held to him like a prayer. He didn’t expect that. There was nothing else he could do but hold you close and assure you that it was going to be okay.
If you two could ever get off this godforsaken plane.
With touchdown, Draco wasted no time in dragging you by the hand through the throng of the Muggle airport before he lost his temper. In a secluded alley he was finally ready to apparate home. Of course, you had thoughts of your own and he really wasn’t about to fight with you on this. He just wanted to go home. So, he gave in. Just this once.
And Merlin he was thankful that he did. He had never been so happy to see the Manor. You had never seen a Manor before. He almost laughed at the childlike wonder on your face. But instead, he was enamored by it, the same way you were enamored by a house that had lost its shine to him over the years. Draco longed to see the mansion through your eyes even for a moment.
“Your mother wrote,” Snape offered a letter. “She’ll be here within a day,” Draco sighed and skimmed the letter. “Do you still think this is a good idea?” “It’s the best one we’ve got,”
Before Draco could argue, the clearing of your throat softly drew his attention. You had changed into one of his mother’s old dresses that he hadn’t seen in years and you looked quite sheepish about it. Draco stood, out of respect or perhaps startlement. Snape gave him a look which he promptly ignored, going over to you.
“I... I hope it’s alright,” You fiddled with the skirt. “He... he said I could—that I should...”
“You look wonderful,” Draco encouraged softly. “Come, dinner is ready.”
He took your hand and led you through the large house, tuning out Snape’s instruction to you about how to hold yourself as you walked. Draco smiled at the annoyance in your eyes.
Dinner was... more or less a disaster. Your stubbornness met Snape’s instruction, getting you both nowhere.
“If you want to become the Heir of Hogwarts you will listen to me,” Snape almost snarled.
“I don’t want to become the heir!” You stood abruptly, throwing your cloth napkin onto the table. “I just want to know who I am!” Storming out of the dining room, Draco watched you, before sharing a look with Snape.
“She’s hopeless,” Snape muttered.
“You’re dealing with an American Gryffindor; did you think she was just going to sit still and look pretty?” Draco chuckled, standing.
It took him a while to find you. Draco could only fathom that you had gotten lost in the house yourself and winded up on a balcony somewhere on the third floor. You had a blanket draped around your shoulders as you stared up at the stars. The night had cleared, giving clarity to its pathfinders.
“I know what you’re going to say,” You spoke softly, sensing him nearby. “I... I can’t do this Draco. I’m not some lady, some long lost princess in some sort of fairytale. Magic or not...” You took a sharp breath in. “Fairytales are just stories. I’m still a girl with no parents, no family, no past... and no future.”
Draco studied you, wondering how you had changed so much from the confident self-assured girl he’d met this morning. He also had little clue what to say to cheer you up. So, he did what normally comforted him, he spoke fondly of his mother.
“My mother wore that dress,” He began softly, leaning against the door frame. “When I was young, before Hogwarts. Father would always be away on business. She’d take me to the garden, and we’d have a picnic. I remember her in that dress on those warm summer days,” Draco let his eyes slipped closed, lost in the memory. “She used to tell me that I’d never be alone. That as long as I could do magic, I’d always have a place to belong. That there would always be someone out there like me.” He paused. “Hogwarts was my home for quite some time. Slytherins were my family.”
“Who am I to come and claim it as mine then?” The words barely left your lips.
“You’ve been alone and away from your family for so long now. Don’t you think you deserve to go home? To a place that you belong?” You turned to face him, hope flickering in your eyes.
“But I—” You ran a hand through your hair nervously. “I’m never going to be good enough. Dinner was a disaster and I’m never going to please someone like Snape, let alone any other wizard!”
Draco couldn’t do anything but laugh. “No one can please Snape, darling. Don’t take that personally.” He sobered a bit. “You’ve never going to please everyone. Believe me I know. But... it’s more about becoming someone you’re proud of,”
“I don’t know who that is,” You turned back to the stars.
“If you run away, you’ll never know,” Draco mused, standing next to you, leaning on the railing. “But... if you truly can’t stand it in the next three days... I’ll take you back myself,”
You looked over to him, a swirl of emotions unidentifiable on your face. Before he could start to decipher even one of them, your gaze turned downward. He let out a soft sigh.
“If it’s any consolation,” Draco began. “I believe in you. I think you belong,” He turned to leave.
“Draco, wait,” You called out, “Thank you... I know... I know I’m a handful,”
A smile played at his lips. “That’s one way to describe you,”
You rolled your eyes, but you still didn’t smile and that worried him more than he cared to admit.
“I’ll take you back to your room,” He offered.
“I’m quite capable—” You cut yourself off and sighed. “Thanks, again,”
Staring at your closed door, Draco found himself wanting you back before him, so that he could continue to talk to you. He enjoyed it more than he thought. You didn’t fawn over him, nor did you fear him. Instead, you treated him as an equal. As a person.
“Oh, she looks like a kicked puppy!” His mother fawned the next morning. “Draco Lucius Malfoy I’ve taught you better!”
“It wasn’t me!” Draco argued back. “It was Snape!”
“Don’t you talk back to me young man!” She scolded. “Poor thing,” She turned to you, tucking a strand of hair out of your face. “There, there, I apologize for my son’s behavior,”
There was a look of bewilderment on your face at your gaze met his. He didn’t know what to do but shrug and shake his head.
“It... it really was Snape, Mrs. Malfoy,” you stammered out. “Draco’s been...” He met your eyes again and the words you were about to say died on your lips. Not this his mother noticed.
“Oh, don’t you worry about him!” She consoled, standing. “Severus Snape what have I told you about manners!” His mother shouted. Draco was grateful he was no longer the one being shouted at as his mother left to go and reprimand Snape some more.
“Your mother is...” you started a smile finding your lips. It was the first time you smiled since dinner last night.
“I should have warned you a bit more, that was my mistake,”
“No, she’s lovely,” You insisted.
“You don’t have to lie on my behalf,” Draco mused, earning a laugh from you.
“She really is wonderful,” Your laugh faded to a smile.
“You say that now, but if you thought Snape was a lot,” Draco laughed at the dread in your eyes.
His mother insisted they go to Paris to shop for you. A way to take your mind off yesterday, as well as find you the basics of wizardry. Which started with a wand.
“This is stupid,” You muttered as the shop keeper flitted about the hundreds of wand boxes, tittering in French to his mother.
“You need a wand,” Draco whispered back. “Every wand is unique, so there’s one for you,”
It took a few tries, and a few shattered light fixtures—and repairing spells—before you had a loyal wand in hand. Draco made sure that you could use the wand comfortably and surprised him by calling a lighting charm without the incantation... or him telling you to. He caught his mother’s eye who was clearly impressed with you. A new set of robes, what seemed like a new wardrobe entirely and a few books later, you seemed satisfied.
“I really can’t ask anything more of you,” You argued. “This is all more than enough,”
“Nonsense, darling,” His mother laughed. “Think nothing of it. Every great witch needs the tools to help her be successful,”
You blushed, looking down. “I mean it,” You tried again. “Even a trip to Paris would have been more than enough,”
“You’ve never been to Paris!?” His mother was aghast. You had really done it now. “Draco! Why didn’t you tell me the poor girl has never been to our city?” She turned to you. “You really must forgive his rudeness, I blame his father,”
“He—I—” You stammered.
“But I won’t have you here and not show you the wonders of the greatest city in the world. Come! Come!” She ushered you off and Draco had no choice but to trail behind and make sure you didn’t get into too much trouble.
After what seemed like days—though it was only hours filled with shows, attractions, museums, antique shops and more—his mother finally found a resting place, and by the look on your face and your slumped shoulders, you needed it. It was a rooftop restaurant that overlooked the city scape of Paris, off to the Eiffel Tower that lit up the night sky. You had that look of wonder and enchantment in your eyes again as you took in the city scape. Again. Draco wished he could see it through your eyes... for the first time all over again.
“She’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she?” His mother whispered in his ear, far from your earshot. “I’m surprised at you Draco. I’ve never seen you this way around another girl before,”
“She not just another girl mother,” Draco retorted, trying not to blush. “She’s the heir of Hogwarts. The Gryffindor crown princess.” He sighed softly. “She doesn’t have time for...”
“A handsome young man who’s been on his own for too long?” His mother mused.
“A Slytherin,” He finished. “A Death Eater,”
“You’re no more a Death Eater than she is a muggle,” Narcissa said sternly. “I see the way she looks at you Draco,”
“Enough, mother,” Draco shook his head, pursing his lips. “Enough,”
“Fine, fine,” His mother scoffed. “Y/n, darling!” She called.
This dinner was a bit more successful. You were animated with conversation and excitement from the day. There was a way that you spoke about his city that had his heart. Dinner lulled to wine and dessert as couples began to take the dance floor, gliding along to the live band.
“Do you dance darling?” His mother asked, noticing your interested.
“Uh, no, not really,” You stammered, looking sheepish as you blushed.
“Oh, that won’t do! Draco, go on, teach her!” Narcissa gave him a pointed look.
“No really it’s okay!” You refuted before he could.
“Nonsense, every girl must know how to dance, magic or no,” You could both sense that she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
So, he ended up with you in his arms on the dance floor as he tried to lead you through a simple waltz.
“You have to trust me,” He instructed, as your eyes met his. “I’m not going to let you fall,” His tone softened.
Your eyes didn’t leave his as you began to find your rhythm in the dance, letting him lead you through it all. Soon you were laughing with joy as he twirled you around the dance floor. He heart skipped a beat or two. The music ended before he wanted it to and a round of applause went up.
And Draco had to let you go.
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I laid in bed that night, staring at the stars I had created with a simple spell. With the use of my wand, magic was... easy. If I thought and felt what I wanted, it occurred. Though it seemed like a natural process to me, Draco, and Narcissa—and even Snape—were impressed.
Staring regardless, I replayed the night over and over. Dancing with Draco... in Paris... on a rooftop like some sort of stupid fairytale. Whose ending didn’t belong to me. It was the one question I didn’t ask through Narcissa’s lessons. What happened to Draco and I after I had claimed my ‘throne’?
It left me sleepless.
“I can’t do this,” I whispered to him the next day, in front of the grand gates of Hogwarts.
My anxiety was through the roof. Clad in new formal robes, and hair and makeup perfected courtesy of Narcissa, all I had to do was walk in.
“We can still turn back,” Draco gave.
“I can’t do that either,” I muttered, causing him to laugh.
“I believe in you, Y/n,” His earnest words caught my attention and out gazes lingered a bit too long, leaving us both blushing.
“Just... don’t leave me,”
“I remember you telling me that if I could prove magic to you, you’d follow me anywhere. I don’t think I have to worry about you ever leaving me,” He joked softly as we walked into the castle grounds.
“I suppose not,” I smiled at the ground.
“Y/n,” Draco paused, the mood shifting to something more serious and downcast. “You’re... you’re gonna hear somethings about me and... they’re not going to be good,” I pondered his words for a moment.
“You flew halfway around the world to find me, and you helped me get back on my feet, that’s good enough for me,” I smiled softly.
Draco pursed his lips and took a deep breath, still looking despondent about the situation.
“Draco,” I called softly. His grey eyes met mine. “I’d never have followed you onto that plane if I didn’t trust you,”
Deciding that he didn’t have an argument to that that he deemed should be voiced, he led me deeper into the grand castle and it took everything in me not to stop and stare at just about everything.
“You went to school here?” I squeaked. A smile parted his lips.
“Yes... you should have too,” He seemed to realize the injustice.
“We can’t change that now,” I comforted.
Magnificent doors parted the two of us from the entire school and quite a few wizard officials according to Draco. I stared at the intricate detailed work of the doors. If I wasn’t so nervous, I could have spent the entire day staring at these doors alone.
But there was something to be done.
The doors opened and the entire hall fell into a pin drop silence. I grabbed Draco’s hand without thinking for the comfort and support. He squeezed mine reassuringly as we began out steps forward to the front, where older, authoritative looking wizards stood.
“Death Eater,” A student hissed.
“Traitor,”
“Scum,”
“You don’t belong here,”
“Slytherin,”
My eyes glanced up to Draco, who had a mask of no emotion, but I could see the stress in the clenching of his jaw and tightening of his eyes. It was subtle but it was still there. This time I gave his hand a squeeze of reassurance and glared down the crowd, who immediately went quiet. There was not a menacing whisper to be heard.
At the front of the Great Hall there were three wizards who stood out among the rest. They were younger, but still assured of themselves as they stepped forward towards us. A boy with fiery red hair holding hands with a girl who had a glare that I was proud of and beside them a boy with a mess of black hair and piercing green eyes.
“Potter,” Draco’s eyes narrowed as he stood a bit taller.
“Malfoy,” There was the same distain in the supposed savior of the wizarding world’s tone.
I snorted, drawing both of their attention.
“What are you? Five?” I crossed my arms. “Y/n, nice to meet you,” I held my hand out for Harry to shake.
“I still can’t leave you two alone for five minutes,” A new voice sighed, stepping forward. “I hope they haven’t caused you too much trouble, child. I’m Professor McGonagall, headmaster of Hogwarts,”
“Y/n,” I gave again. “Supposed heiress to Gryffindor,”
“Yes,” She smiled. “I can see it in your eyes,”
Harry scoffed, sulking mildly. I looked over to him, then to Draco, confused and amused.
“I must apologize for the deceit in my letter.” McGonagall continued paying no mind to the interaction between Harry and me. “I feared that it was the only way to get you to come,” Her kind blue eyes held mine.
“I understand,” My smile was light. “In fact, if it wasn’t for Draco, I’m not sure I would have found my way here,”
“He used you!” Harry argued. “He wanted to clear his name so of course he helped you! You think he’d be a decent person if there wasn’t something in it for him!”
“That’s enough of that Mr. Potter!” McGonagall scolded. “Mr. Malfoy aided the heir of your house here from America unprovoked and I will not have you accuse him of such things,”
“If she trusted Malfoy there’s no way that she could ever be a Gryffindor. She doesn’t belong here,” Harry’s words were as cold as ice.
The malice and hatred in his voice and eyes was a fatal blow to my heart and confidence. Harry was right. I didn’t belong here. I looked around to the lavish hall and all of the students and wizard officials who had years of training and practice and grew up knowing who they were... this wasn’t where I belonged.
“How dare you,” Draco snarled, taking a step forward to shield me from Harry’s further words, but they had already hit their mark.
Their bickering silenced, but the tensions were high. Not that I noticed, I was too wrapped up in my negative thoughts.
“Come child,” McGonagall beckoned.
“Give me a minute,” I requested softly.
“We really need—”
“I said in a minute!” My raised voice shocked Draco and McGonagall. There was almost fear in their eyes. Harry still held the same hatred for me in his stare, now smug as if I proved his point.
It was enough to cause me to run.
Never being in a castle before in my life let alone a magic one, I was lost before I took my third turn. Tears streaming down my face, I never felt more alone. I found myself in a small courtyard with a lone old oak tree.
As I did when I was younger, I began to climb high into the branches, looking for an escape from the world below me. But there weren’t branches high enough this time. Resting on a high branch I leaned against the trunk, I let myself cry. The passage of time was hard to tell as the sun sank and the stars came out to play. It might have been an hour or two. I didn’t know and I was too miserable to care.
I didn’t belong here, and I wasn’t wanted here. Moments before I was only thinking that I didn’t care what they thought about Draco. I never imagined that there would be doubt and uncertainty about me.
I heard footsteps coming into the courtyard.
“Go away Draco,” I warned, pausing when I saw that it wasn’t Draco, but instead McGonagall. “I’m sorry, I thought—”
“I know who you thought I was,” She peered up at me through the branches. “Merlin’s sake what are you doing in a tree?” I heard the sternness in her voice, but I couldn’t help but here the amusement underneath.
“Hiding,” I offered sheepishly.
“Well come down from there,” She ordered.
I made my way down with ease. Dropping to the ground from a higher branch than I could have, I knew that I startled the headmaster. I gave a polite hesitant smile.
“What do they teach you in America,” McGonagall pursed her lips, an undeniable hint of mischief in her eye.
“I’m... really sorry professor,” I sighed. “I know I’m not what anyone thought. And I know I don’t belong here. I’m sorry I ever...”
“Never mind all that,” She cut me off. “Who are you, child?”
“I... I was hoping that you could tell me,” I glanced down, fidgeting, and straightening my robe.
“My dear, I’m old, and I’m tired of being conned and tricked.” She began.
“I don’t want to trick anyone,” I said earnestly.
“And I’m sure owning this castle means nothing to you either?” A silence passed between us.
“I just want to know who I am,” I finally spoke. “Whether or not I belong to a family, if I’m someone like you,” I sat on the stone bench that was to the side. “Draco said that Hogwarts was like home to him... a family,” Tears stung my eyes. “I never had a home, a family...”
McGonagall sat beside me, placing her hand over mine.
“Heir or not, you will always have a home here at Hogwarts. It is a safe haven to all witches and wizards who wish to remain,” She assured me. “And I am the one that must apologize. Mr. Potter is very hotheaded, a negative attribute to Gryffindors I’m afraid,” A smile played at her lips. “But... if Draco followed you to America and brought you here, I have no doubt that you are the heir.” I smiled down at my hands. “I see the way he looks at you,”
“I’ve never met anyone like him before,” I confessed.
“Then you are very special,” She stood. “Now come, you have a title to claim and a sword that belongs to you,”
“I get a sword?” My excitement grew as I followed her. McGonagall merely laughed and led me back through the castle.
Draco, who was anxiously pacing outside of the Great Hall, caught sight of us. He rushed over to me, looking me over before pulling me into a hug, before remembering himself.
“I’m so sorry,” He insisted. “This is my fault. Harry and I never got along, and as soon as I walked in there with you, I pinned you as a rival to him,” He cupped my face softly. “I’m so sorry,” He repeated.
Nodding, I gave him a smile.
“You destiny awaits inside my dear,” McGonagall motioned toward the entrance to the hall.
The second time I walked down the aisle of students, I no longer had the confidence I had before. Except, Draco’s hand in mine gave me the courage to keep going. Except this time, Harry’s malice was not the force holding me back.
As Draco and I were halfway across the room, a great darkness flooded the hall. Disquieted whispers of fear were exchanged among the students and official wizards.
“No other heir will take the throne,” A cruel voice hissed, that I had only heard once before, in a dream. I grabbed Draco’s hand. “No heir but Slytherin,”
I looked to Draco, trying to find what to do next in his eyes. He was just as uncertain as I was. Then something sparked in his eyes.
“The sword Y/n!” Draco urged. “Take the sword and claim your throne!”
“But how is that—”
“Just go!” He ordered drawing his wand and leaving little room for argument.
The darkness hung heavier in the room. Shedding my stuffy robes, I was free to run in nothing more than jeans and a sweater to the podium where the sword lay.
“Don’t touch that sword!” The voice hissed. “Or your lover here dies!”
I turned to see Draco almost entirely consumed by a thick black smoke, struggling for air.
“Don’t hurt him!” I screeched, pausing on my ascent toward the sword.
Hundreds of wizards and witches watched us with bated breath, warned by McGonagall to stay back. I could see the fear and fury in their gazes.
“Don’t hurt him,” I begged, taking a step away from the podium.
“Y/n, don’t—don’t worry about me,” Draco gasped out.
“You’ll die,” I argued weakly. “You can’t leave me! You promised!”
“I know,” He choked out. “Just trust me. It’s magic,” The sparkle of mischief in his eyes gave me the courage I needed to ignore the threatening evil voice and walked up to the sword for the third time since I arrived.
“No past... no parents...no home...” I muttered, looking at the sword. “But you won’t take my future!”
I gripped the sword handle and held it high above my head, watching as the Great Hall was bathed in golden light. Every person in the room stared at me, before bowing. I didn’t care. My eyes held onto one person.
The dark cloud has nowhere to run, it was vaporized. Draco fell to the ground gasping for air. I dropped the sword to the ground, hearing it clatter somewhere behind me as I rushed to Draco’s side.
“My god, Draco!” I worried over him, holding him close. “Don’t you ever do that again!” He coughed out a laugh and his arms weakly embraced me.
“Y/n, sweetheart, I don’t think now is the right time. You can yell at me later,” He nodded to the faces in awe that stared at me.
I scrambled to my feet, helping Draco up.
“All hail the Gryffindor Heiress and the Slytherin Prince!” McGonagall proclaimed with a clear voice. A loud cheer went up in the Hall that had me blushing and nearly clinging to Draco.
McGonagall came over to me, offering me the sword that laid in her outstretched hands. “I do believe this belongs to you,” She smiled.
I took the sword, and though the light wasn’t as great as it had been moments before, there was a golden shine to the silver metal. I held it up, examining it. A word burned into the metal, in a golden script.
Virtus
I smiled at the word. Glancing up at Draco, and the adoration in his grey eyes, the sword was soon forgotten from my attention.
“Hi,” I whispered.
“Hello,” He smiled.
“So... I’m the Heir,” I offered, nervous for a new reason.
“I see that,”
“Draco?”
“Yes?”
“I... I, uh,”
“I know.” Draco smiled, “I fancy you too,”
I laughed despite myself at his British vernacular. Of which I had to quickly explain because of the hurt look on his face. Rolling his eyes, he pulled me close, causing me to look up at him. I met curious warm grey eyes that held the secrets of a world. I smiled.
Draco leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, cradling my face with the utmost care as he kissed me. Another cheer went up causing me to laugh and forcing me away from his kiss.
“I love you,” He mended, whispering for just us to hear.
“I love you too,”
Then he pressed his lips to mine once more not caring if the world was burning or celebrating around us.
