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"He told me he wanted to help get rid of all the articles about me having darkness or whatever just because I’m a Parselmouth. I don’t think this helped, really, but I appreciate the effort.”
Tw: none I believe but cuss words, just a little angst and mostly fluff and loads of yearning, oh and underage drinking and Draco just being a simp, second chance and all that as well as mutual pining
A/n: This is just a little oneshot I wrote and it’s my very first one that I’m posting so don’t expect too much. Besides that, english is not my first language so there will be grammar mistakes and etc in here.
It’s a supposed to be Year 4 with the whole Yule Ball thing going on. Side note: I’ve e written in different perspectives in the start and then the 3rd person perspective towards the end I think.
(I’m still like editing it. Might perfect a few lines here and there.)
P.s: Hope you enjoy!
Dracos POV:
I saw her walking down the steps. Such grace and in all her glory. If I said she looked stunning, beautiful and gorgeous, all of that would be an understatement.
The dress that she wore, accentuated every part of her body so perfectly. She looked too good to be true. So breathtaking, it made my chest ache. Then it happened. She looked at me, and I looked at her. In her eyes I saw something glistening and for a moment, I wondered if it was forgiveness. Our eyes locked for a couple of seconds, but those seconds felt like an eternity. Oh how badly I regretted shouting at her. I wish I could have done better and not let my ego get a hold of me. Oh how desperately I wanted to apologise, how I would do anything to just hold her in my arms again and feel her warmth. But then, she smiled at me and I was stunned. Did she forgive me? Sadly my trance was shattered by the reminder that I already had a date to dance with-and so did she. Pansy just wouldn't stop annoying me. We soon entered the great hall and the dance began.
And I realised that I was a complete Idiot.
Y/n pov:
As I walked down the steps carefully, trying not to lose footing and make an utter fool of myself, I felt someone's gaze on me. And for some reason I knew exactly who it was. I held up my dress a little, trying not to fall in my heels, and then I saw him. He looked effortlessly handsome as always. Ever since that one night at the Astronomy Tower, I knew that whatever it was that I was feeling, it wasn't leaving anytime soon. I saw his silvery grey eyes stare right into mine, and I smiled at him.
His raised brows and widened eyes showed me that it was not something that he was expecting. I know why he shouted at me, but that didn't make it hurt any less.
I know that he just wanted to keep me safe, but I couldn't let him suffer on his own. What I did was necessary, not only so that he wouldn't get hurt, but also so that I could sleep peacefully at night, knowing that he is safe now. He still had his eyes on me. I could feel the burn and his regret. But I hope he understands me well enough now, to know that I'M not the one who holds grudges for FAR TOO LONG. But that doesn't mean that l'll forgive him so easily.
Soon enough I saw Harry waiting by the end of the stairs for me. He looked charming, but he doesn't even cut close to Draco in my eyes. No matter how many times I tell my mind to shut him out, my heart bargains and somehow always wins to let him in. I just wished he would've asked me sooner to the Ball, but given the heated fight we had beforehand, I knew that his ego wouldn't let him.
"You look stunning Y/n." Harry complimented with a bit of a stutter. "You don't look to bad yourself Harry" I reclaimed with a chuckle. Then I felt it again. A burning gaze on my back and knew exactly who was watching.
Draco's pov:
Merlin, her laugh is intoxicating. She herself is the most beautiful thing to ever exist. Her smile is so pretty it could bring any man to their knees. That lipgloss is the one I gave her for Christmas, and there isn't a day that goes by where she doesn't wear it. And I hate the fact that it isn't me who she's laughing with, but with Fucking Saint Potter. I have been an idiot—a fool. Name any other word that fits into that category. My woman was dancing with my fucking enemy. Dare he lay a finger on her! Merlin's beard, no one should even look at her like that-let alone dare to touch her in the slightest! I swear on Salazar himself I'll crucio and kill them if they do. But Merlin, how foolish you are, love. Why would you put your own life in danger for me? I couldn't imagine a day without you. You are far too precious...I can't lose you.
Y/n's pov:
"Are you ready to go inside Y/n?" - "Lead the way"
We then entered the great hall and started to walk down the aisle with the other champions in front of us.
"y/n.you ok?" harry asked, I think he could sense my sudden sentimental shift of mood. „Yeah, I'm good, just really nervous you know?" I tried to lead him off of my track. „Oh..ok, well don't be, it's gonna be fine" I smiled at him.
Soon enough the music began to play and we danced and knowing myself, all I tried to do was avoid stepping on Harry's feet. Harry was an average good dancer I guess. I wish I would've practiced more instead thinking about him. He noticed me, and I noticed that. While Harry spun me around, I saw him, god his eyes were luring me in. Sadly I had to look away before I would break my neck and Harry led me into another spin.
3rd p.pov:
Once the opening dance had finished, everyone went ahead to go grab something to eat. You weren't that hungry, so you stuck with your drink instead —It was iced tea, peach flavoured, with a shot of vodka. You savoured the drink while taking in the atmosphere of the ball. So magical, you thought to yourself. But your eyes betrayed your mind-like always, and searched for the platinum blond hair whenever they had the chance. And your eyes landed on them eventually-like always.
He was over at the other table, sipping on firewhiskey no doubt. He didn't notice your stare, which just aggravated you more. So you decided to leave, given that there wasn't much for you to do there anyways.
You bid Harry a quick goodnight and thanked him for the evening with the excuse of you being tired —which was partially true-which left a slightly confused and stunned Harry at the ball. But you didn't think much of it, mostly because you were annoyed as hell with the way Pansy had her hands all over him, and that the jerk did nothing about it!.
You started to walk down the halls and back to the dungeons furiously, fuelled by jealousy, anger and that shot of vodka. But then all of a sudden your clumsy ass tripped over nothing. As you prepared yourself for the hard stone floor, your body was suddenly held tightly by a pair of hands that you knew far too well. The strong arms pulled you back onto your feet. You could feel the warmth radiating of his tall and lean frame, which was good, since the castle didn't really have a heating system. The hands pulled you in closer and your body started to betray you as you started to shift closer towards him.
"How many shots did you take?" His voice deep and full of concern
"It was iced tea malfoy!" You tried to wriggle out, but Godric be damned this man was strong.
"Sure. Iced tea with vodka that is. I must remind you that you are not the greatest at hiding things, love."
You pouted and once again tried to get out of his arms with much difficulty-the difficulty being you having to force yourself not melt into his touch.
"Malfoy, why don't you just go back to your date already? It seemed to me that you were enjoying yourself"
"I could say the same for you love, but to answer your question. Pansy is not the most enjoyable company to have."
You let out a small chuckle to his reply but stiffened you posture quick and tried to free yourself.
"Not so fast" he just pulled you closer. "Wait — Are you jealous, love ?" He leaned in slowly. Making you forheads touch.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy! You let go of me this instant! Or else! Or else-"
"Or else what? Hmm?" His voice was smooth as silk, deep as the black lake and you almost faltered. Almost.
"Or else l'll hex you!"
"Love, you could hex me a million times, over and over again and I would take it. Merlin I would let you crucio me. But please. It was torture to my heart seeing you with that git."
That does it. You melt. But still, you hold your composure not wanting him to get to you so easily. Even though you knew that you would forgive him immediately no matter what he did.
You didn't really know what to do. You had expected him to sort of confess or apologise-which he didn't exactly do yet-
"And I'm sorry! I'm so fucking sorry for shouting at you love. I was way too harsh and took all the anger towards my father, out on you. You didn't deserve that love. And I was an idiot. I couldn't even find the courage to speak to you until it was too late."
“You’re not late. You’re never late. But that doesn’t mean you’re forgiven”
"Tell me love, what do I need to do?"
"Figure that out yourself Malfoy" you said with a harshness on your face. But your voice still soft as ever.
You gently pushed him aside and turned your heels towards the cold, dark corridor. This was for the best you thought. A little more time for the both of you to think.
But it seemed like Draco Lucius Malfoy, had a different idea for what was to come next.
He grabbed your hands and twirled you back towards him in one swift motion.
"Don't go." You could feel his hot breath and consumed firewhiskey on your cheeks.
If he didn't see the blush on your face then, he would definitely have seen it by now. The moonlight's embrace and small sparks of the fires lit in the oil lamps were all that illuminated the dark, cold stone corridor.
And now that you got a closer look at him, you saw that his eyes had sunken.
He was sleep deprived. God this man would be the death of you.
The fight had taken a toll on both of you. And you feared that you realised this far too late.
"Don't leave me again y/n. Please. I don't think I can bear that."
Draco fucking Malfoy. Begging. You couldn't take this any longer.
His face was so close to your's, your lip's were just centimetres—no, millimetres away from closing the gap.
But still you didn't falter. You couldn't. You wanted to, so badly, so desperately kiss all the remaining senses out of him and make him remember only you.
But still, you held your ground with great effort and strength, trying so damn hard not to break.
And the tension between you, only rose with every unspoken second that went by.
And suddenly, your breath hitched. Causing an echo to bounce along the stone walls. Breaking the deafening silence.
And that's when he caved in.
He kissed you.
Not with lust, but with desperation.
With the fear that he might lose you again.
He kissed you passionately. And you kissed back.
You gave into his touch, and moved to a steady beat with him.
Both of you let go of all the walls you held up and dropped your high and mighty crowns.
Just the both of you. Bare and desperate in the moon’s embrace.
The longing still remained. It always will.
But the kiss made you realise how foolish it was for the both of you to stay away from each other.
It had made no sense, but you were just so happy and couldn't really think of anything else other than your man who held and kissed you.
He soon looked back into your eyes.
"Will you forgive me now?"
You didn't want him to talk. No. You wanted his mouth back on yours.
So you pulled him down by his shirt again, and went in for a deeper kiss.
You pulled away only for a short moment to answer.
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Our general impression of fourth years as baby year one med students, three years ago: *Responsible, incredibly knowledgeable, fully aware of what they are doing, don't make any mistakes, prepared for every rotation*
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Fourth year, now
Me: *trying to count out a pregnancy due date for a clinical thinking exercise* Does anyone remember if September is 30 or 31 days?
Four people around me, also counting pregnancy due dates: No idea
