In which Spencer almost loses the love of his life, literally and figuratively
TW: angst with a happy ending, criminal minds level depiction of violence, mentions of death, it takes a little to get to the actual plot but trust me itâs worth it, (tell me if i missed any)
Word count: 3.3K
To know Spencer Reid was to be absolutely enthralled by him. You were both 16 when you met, granted you were 16 in your junior year of highschool and he was 16 working on his 2nd PHD, but you were both 16 nonetheless.
It had taken some convincing to get a place in his life, not because he didnât like you or your company, more because he was waiting for your ulterior motive to show itself, or for your patience to wear thin. It never did.
You knew vaguely about his mother, mostly through a news article you found from a few years back, talking about the prodigy like he was more of circus attraction then a 12 year old. It had mentioned that he also took care of his sick mother, and with his hyperfixation on finding a cure to schizophrenia, youâd connected the dots.
But you still didnât want to assume.
âHey Spence, whyâre you so set on finding a cure?â You ask, gesturing to the 8th book on schizophrenia youâd seen him read in the 3 months youâve known him.
âMy motherâ he says, closing the book and placing it infront of him. âWhy do you ask?â
âBecause Iâm curious about what goes on in the mind of Spencer Reidâ you smile âthough, Iâm sure you could tell me exactly whatâs happening up there, down to the chemicalsâ, he laughs at that
âI could give you an ideaâ he says, you hover your hands over the book, he nods, you open it to the last page.
â508 pages, how long would that take you to read?â You ask
âA little under 10 minutes, if I had to guess, I donât know how many words are on each pageâ he says
âWell Iâm not counting so I guess weâre gonna have to stick with an estimateâ you joke, he smiles again.
You sit in silence for a minute, just looking at each other, and the book. Thereâs a light tension, unasked questions float between you.
âCan I be invasive?â You ask, Spencer nods
âYou usually donât ask firstâ he smiles
âYou suckâ you reach to hit his arm, you donât. âI wonât hit you before asking about your sick mother, actuallyâ
âI appreciate thatâ he laughs âbut what do you want to know?â
âWhatâs her name?â You ask, he seems a little shocked.
âDiana.â
âAnd you take care of her?â You already know the answer, but heâd never said it explicitly.
âYeaâ he nods, he looks at you like he knows what youâll ask next
âWell, tell me if thereâs ever anything I can do to help. Her or you, I canât imagine thatâs an easy thing to do alone, props to you spenceâ you smile, and if someone saw his face right now, theyâd assume you asked him- well not many questions would dumbfound Spencer Reid but thatâs not the point.
âYouâre not gonna ask if I hate it? Or if I want to put her in a home?â He asks, sounding more confused than youâd ever seen him
âDo you want me to ask that?â You counter.
âNo.. not reallyâ he looks at his hands, which are rubbing together. A nervous habit of his youâd picked up on rather quickly.
âWell then I wonât ask itâ you smile, so does he.
Itâs a week later when he tells you why heâd been so shocked that day.
You were on his front porch, about to meet his mother for the first time. He said sheâd been having a good day, and though you werenât exactly sure what that entailed, he said it with enough excitement that you decided to just ask later.
âWhen you first asked about my mom, you asked what her name wasâ he says, you nod.
âThats usually my starting point, yeaâ you laugh softly âwhy, was that the wrong thing to ask?â
âNo- no no no. It was the perfect thing to ask! I just- you were the first person to ask what her name was before you asked about whatâs wrong with herâ he says, and he looks sad, so you offer a hand. You know heâll say no, but you donât miss how he smiles everytime you offer.
âWanna tell me about her? I never know what Iâm walking into meeting my friends parents, I wouldâve brought her flowers but I didnât know what kind she likedâ you say, and his smile goes from soft to wide and bright.
He is ineffably beautiful.
âShe likes liliesâ he smiles âand sheâs really nice, when sheâs, yknowâ you just nod. And then he holds out his hand, you take it. And thatâs the first time you ever touched Spencer Reid.
You met his mother that night, it was uneventful, but it was nice.
Thatâs a lot of your friendship with Spencer. Uneventful, but nice. More than nice, itâs wonderful. Heâs wonderful. Youâre there when he gets his first PHD at 17, youâre there when he has to put his mother into assisted living, youâre there when he gets the letter saying heâs been invited to the FBI academy, you even drive him to go meet Agent Gideon.
You see him off at the airport when he goes to Quanico.
And thatâs the last time you see your best friend.
After a while weekly phone calls became monthly, and monthly became an occasional text on birthdays and holidays and informing the other of big achievements, but by his 3rd year as an agent, friendships were hard to maintain.
Youâd accepted never seeing your friend again.
Spencer hoped heâd never see you again, because he knew he didnât have the guts to reach out, and he knew that the only time his teammates seemed to see old friends was when they were a part of a case.
But he also knew you.
And he recognized your necklace the second he saw the pictures Penelope had on the screen.
âThe second and third victims havenât been found, but theyâre believed deadâ JJ says, Spencer barely hears it.
âI need airâ is all he manages to say as he rushes out of the room. Derek went after him and caught him as he collapsed.
âHey man, whatâs goin on?â Derek asked him, holding onto Spencerâs shaking shoulders as he tries to stay upright.
âI canât- she canât- she canât be deadâ his words were barely audible and even less coherent.
âDo you know one of the victims?â Derek asked, and Spencer nodded.
He more than knew you, heâd held you while you cried, heâd slept in your bed the night his mom went into care, you were the only person there for him at his graduations, heâd helped you decorate your first apartment. You were so much more than someone he knew. And you were so much more than victim number 3.
âSpencer? Hello?â Derekâs hand waved infront of Spencerâs face as he zoned back into reality.
âSorryâ I he muttered as he started to stand up. He and Derek walked back into the briefing room, he doesnât apologize for his outburst, he just sits and waits for Penelope and JJ to continue. They do.
âWell, 3 girls went missing in New York City within a span of a week. The reason weâre on this case is because they all worked for the same law firmâ
Spencer takes a shuttering breath.
âThe first victim, whose body was found dumped in a dumpster by a homeless man, was 56 year old Mrs. Shelly Kailee, a lawyer at Shelly and Dylan law firm, she was a co-owner along with her Husband Dylan. The two other victims, who are still currently missing, are Darleen Calvin, and Y/N L/N. Darleen is 28 and a practicing attorney at the same law firm, sheâs only been practicing there for a few months after graduation from University of New York in January. Y/N is 25 and is working as a receptionist at the law firm while working on her law degree at Cornell. Both girls are reportedly very sociable and very kind, but from what weâve been told, Y/N seemed to be more acquainted with everyone while Darleen seemed to just have a large group of friends. Thatâs the only information we have on themâ JJ says. It seems everyoneâs eyes drifted to Spencer, but his were dead set on your face on the projector. Smiling. You had the same smile. You were still wearing the same necklace you wore every day since he gave it to you at 18 when you graduated. You were still as beautiful as he remembered.
âShe wouldnât let anyone take her to a second location, not without a fight. Weâre probably looking at a fairly athletic man, unless we find out that she sent someone her location. Then itâs probably someone charismatic, charming, played himself as a friendâ he says, and everyone nods.
âYou think sheâd fall for that?â Morgan asks, he gets a few glares. But Spencer nods. âI think I saw her have a conversation with a homeless man once because she thought he might be lonely.â He says âso yesâ. Hotch clears his throat âSpencer is there any possibility sheâs.. changed since you knew her?â. Spencer shakes his head âwe only really fell completely out of touch a few months back, she seemed pretty much the same the last time I called her, which was probably 6 months agoâ
You couldâve cut the tension with a knife.
âSpencer Iâm sorry-â Emily says, he cuts her off.
âYou can be sorry if we find a bodyâ he says. And they get the message.
âWheels up in 10â Hotch says.
Spencer works that case like a dog. Thereâs not a moment where he isnât doing something to find you. Something to make sure youâre okay.
A few times, Derek had to pull him out of the police precinct, just so heâd get a couple hours of sleep.
He was beside himself.
Then the tapes showed up.
On the front steps of the police station, there was a box, with 4 tapes, each labeled with a date of the days youâd been missing, the most recent being from the day before.
The first started with a voice they later confirmed to be Shellyâs. A final message to her husband and kids. Tearful messages to each one about how much she loved them. And then a gunshot.
The second tape was worse. It was of you and Darleen. Spencer recognized your voice immediately, he could tell you were holding back tears. Darleen on the other hand was sobbing. You were both pleading for you life. You were a bit more composed, and he quickly recognized some of what you were saying as examples heâd said to you when talking about what usually does and doesnât work on killers.
He never intended you to have to put those lessons to use.
And the selfish part of him wonders if you thought of him when you spoke.
The 3rd tape is the shortest. Itâs just a gunshot and a scream. Your scream. He, for the first time in his life, sincerely hopes that you watched someone get killed.
The final tape is just you.
And it breaks him.
Thereâs a few seconds of silence before your voice starts.
âThis is a message for Spencer Reid, and the rest of the FBI. My name is Y/N, and if youâre listening to this. I am dead.â
And his face falls.
âSpence, meeting you in highschool was the greatest thing Iâve ever done. And I love you, I love you so much Spencer. And I hope-â the tape ends.
Spencer listens to that tape another dozen times.
The cops find Darleenâs body before lunch.
He doesnât have it in him to care.
He listens to the tape again. And then it hits him.
You had never once said you met Spencer in highschool. You always, always made it a point to say that you were in highschool, but he wasnât.
And it was currently summer, and the highschool was empty.
âGuys I know where she is-â
Hotch cut him off with a gentle hand on his shoulder. âSpencer sheâs deadâ he said, his voice wasnât harsh, but it wasnât gentle either. Spencer couldâve punched him.
âTheyâre at the highschool. Trust meâ his voice was shaking, not with doubt, but with fear. Fear that both he and Hotch were right, and that in a couple hours heâd see you again under the worst possible circumstances.
But they went anyway.
He was zoned out most of the car ride, ignoring Derekâs questions of if heâs sure he can handle this.
For Spencer, it doesnât matter if he thinks he can, because he has too.
Heâs a few feet past the doorway when it really sinks in that he might leave the building again with your lifeless body in his arms. He pushes the thought aside. It felt like betrayal not to try and have hope, because for Spencer, you were hope incarnate. It would feel disrespectful to take that from you without asking first.
He heard it before anyone else did.
He all but ripped the door open, the local PD turning on their heels at his aggressive movements.
But there you were, in a chair, sobbing into your binds. He was infront of you in seconds, shouting for someone to cut the ropes holding your wrists and ankles as he removed the cloth from your mouth.
âYouâre okay, youâre alright now, Iâve got youâ his hands gently holding your cheeks as you leaned forward into his chest, your arms wrapping around his torso once they were cut free.
âI knew youâd come- I knew it. I told him but he said you wouldnt find me so- so in the tape- oh my god did he send you the tapes?â He cut off your manic rambling with soft shushing
âI know you knew, you always know, and yes we got the tapes. You did good, you did everything perfect. I understood.â He assured you, running his hands through your hair.
Emily came up to you and Spencer, putting her hand on his shoulder.
âDoes she know where he is?â She asks.
He starts to speak, but you do it first. âMaybe the janitors closet? Or the bathroom? He- he made us scrub the floors, he was like- he was psychotic about itâ you say, she nods and leaves the room, Spencer just tucks your head back under his chin.
âYouâre doing so wellâ he whispers
âSpencer I want to leaveâ you cry
âAlright, alright. Letâs get you out of hereâ he says, slipping his arm under your knees and lifting you. You probably couldâve walked, but no one was shocked that he chose to carry you out.
He asked the EMTs more questions than your frazzled mind could even think of.
âDr.Reid, sheâs going to be fine. Itâs cuts and bruises and maybe a few pulled muscles, she will be fine once she gets some fluids and a good meal in her system. â
He still didnât believe it.
He didnât believe it when the nurses told him the same thing, he didnât believe it on the car ride back to the precinct after you were discharged, and he didnât believe it when you sat next to him during your cognitive interview.
Heâd fought Hotch about giving you one, but Hotch said that having a solid story will help make sure the man who did this is kept in prison for as long as possible, and youâd volunteered.
âYou really dont have toâ he says, you shake your head
âSpence i can handle itâ you say
âIm not leaving your side.â He insists, you laugh a bit, which all but calms him down.
âI didnt think you would.â You offer your hand, and for the first time he accepts the invitation.
The interview makes you cry, which couldâve been predicted, but it still breaks Spencerâs heart.
After that he sets a semi-permanent ban on anyone asking you about what happened.
JJ brings you a change of clothes and you thank her profusely as she walks you to the bathroom and helps you wash your face and body as best as you can with wet paper towels.
Spencer anxiously waits outside.
âSheâs with JJ, man. You can go outside and take a breather if you needâ Derek offers.
âIâll go outside and take a breather with Y/N when theyâre done. Im sure this isnt where she wants to be right now.â Spencer says, Derek sighs.
âSpence, that girl might be one of the most well adjusted victims weâve ever seen, sheâll be okay if you step away for 5 minutes-â Spencer cuts him off
âI wontâ he says âdo you not get that? Sheâs well adjusted, Im not. I am not well adjusted to almost losing her and im not well adjusted to having her back so Derek would you please stop suggesting that I need space from her because space from her is the last thing I need right nowâ they stand in silence for a minute until you leave the bathroom.
âSpence? Everything okay?â JJ asks as she walks out of the bathroom after you, you quickly finding your place leaning against Spencerâs side.
âYea weâre goodâ Derek answers for him, placing a firm hand on Spencerâs shoulder, and leaving with a small nod of understanding.
Spencer guides you outside.
He sits next to you on the bench outside the precinct, your head on his shoulder and his arm around you.
âIm really glad you picked up on thatâ you say
âPicked up on what?â He asks, his hand moving from next to you on the bench to your lap, resting on top of your own.
âThe highschool thing, i honestly didnt know if heâd even send the tapes, kinnda figured he was making them for himselfâ you say, interlacing your fingers with his âbut I figured it was worth a shotâ
âIt was smartâ he says, squeezing your hand âtook me awhile to realizeâ
âDid it?â You ask âand here i was thinking you were a genius. Spencer when have i ever skipped a chance to brag about you?â You smile at him, he shrugs.
âI was under a little stressâ he says, pulling you closer.
âI know, im sorry I scared youâ
âDont apologize, this is not your fault. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for.â You just nod.
Thereâs silence for a while, it couldâve been hours, neither of you wouldâve noticed, or minded.
âDo you want to move in with me?â He says it before he even realized he thought it, immediately looking just as shocked as you. âI am so sorry- i just- well i figured-â
âSpencerâ you grab his hand. âWeâll talk about itâ you say, and that seems to be the right answer as he wraps you into a hug.
âI just want to make sure youâre okayâ he whispers, you nod.
âIt doesnât require moving in for us to stay in contactâ you say
âBut youâre so farâ you just nod in response. âI dont want to lose you againâ he whispers
âSpence you didnt lose me, im alright-â he stops you
âThats not what i meant. Not entirelyâ he clarifies, you sigh and pull him into another long hug.
âMy lease ends next monthâ you hum
âSee you in Virginia next month?â He asks, you smile
âWeâll talk about itâ
Thereâs never a conversation about if youâll move in. Spencer just Venmoâs you (he got Garcia to teach him how) 300 bucks along with âplane ticket or take out dinner for a weekâ which makes you laugh, and it also makes you call him to ask approximately how much of your stuff would fit in his apartment, he says heâll make as much space as you need.
A month later you show up to one of Rossiâs dinner parties hand in hand with Spencer, JJ hands Derek 20 bucks, and slowly, everything falls back into place.
(PS: Spencer makes sure you have everything you need to finish school online because heâll be damned if you gave up your dreams for a man, even if he himself is that man.)
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Draco Malfoy x reader
Summary: Draco and reader are forced into a marriage non of them want
Warning: non, fluff
Words: 700
A/N: I actually wanted to put a lot of drama in this part but it kind of took another maybe there will be a more drama in the next part HAHA have fun
I woke up alone in the bed, thinking about if last night was real or just a dream. Even if I thought this night will be awful, I still had a really good night sleep.
I go dressed and brushed my teeth. After putting on some makeup I went downstairs to get some breakfast.
On the table set my mother and Narcissa with a lot of wedding magazines.
âDid you sleep well darling?â. âGet yourself some coffee and then we need to plan a wedding!â, my mother announced. I walked into the kitchen and did as I was told.
Sitting down with my coffee I already was overwhelmed by questions. âWhat dress do you want?â, âDo you want white or red roses?â, âHow about black flowers?â, âWe should let a piano play while you walk down?â.
I realized that this is real, there is not turn back on this wedding.
âOkey, wait, let me breath for one second, I just woke up, to many questions!â, I laughed.
âWhere is Draco, I mean even if this wedding is just arranged, I want him to plan it with me.â
âThat´s a lovely thought Y/N, we should involve him, but I know how the Malfoy men are, I married on myself, and they normally donât want to be involved in the planning.â, Narcissa said with a sad smile.
âI mean I can ask him myself; I am his future wife he should listen to me, shouldnât he?â, I questioned my answer a little bit because Draco can be a little bit bipolar if you know what I mean.
âI should can him!â, I added, before getting my phone and dial his number.
It ringed a few times before he picked up. âI am busy what do you want!â. âWell, hello to you to, how was your day, mine was brilliant.â, I said sarcastic.
âWhy did you call me?â, I excused myself to my mother and Narcissa and left the room.
âOur mothers are asking me to many questions about the wedding, can you please come here and help me with it, I donât want to do this myself.â, âYou are the bride, you should make the decision, you can be happy if I stand at the alter on our wedding day!â.
âI am sorry I didnât want to upset you, I just- I â I donât know why I wanted you here- I just â I mean- I donât know, I think after everything we are going through â I mean â I just thought â maybe you want to plan the wedding with me. Which you clearly donât want to. And thatâs okey I mean it is just an arranged wedding.â I said sadly, I mean I really thought after yesterday that I can give this relationship a try.
Draco sigh. âI will be home in 30 minutes.â, and with that he ended the call.
I walked back to my mother and Narcissa, âDraco will be here in 30 minutes.â, âYou really convinced him, I am impressed!â, Narcissa added.
We went through different magazines and marked my favorite things. Half an hour later the door opened.
Draco walked in the living room, gave his mother a kiss on the cheek and set himself next to me.
I leaned over to him and whispered a quiet thank you in his ear. He took my hand in his and gave it a little squeeze before letting go of my hand.
âSo, what are we doing?â, Draco looked at me. I took the magazines and showed him my favorite things.
âI mean I am just the groom but a black and white theme would fit the best, but that is just my opinion!â, âHow do you mean it, I mean I love the idea but what are you thinking about?â.
âYou will be wearing a white dress, because, I mean â every girl wants to wear a whit dress, am I right?â, he awkward scratch his back before he continues, âI can wear a black suit, and we can have white and black roses, we can have white tablecloth with black dishes, or like something like this â I mean it is just an idea â we can make something totally different if you like â I mean..â, he stared to get nervous. âThat´s perfect, I love the idea, thank you!â, I gave him a kind smile and kissed his cheek.
âPlease stop! Youâre scaring me!â Scorpius, your toddler son, cried out. But Draco, stumbling and gripping a bottle of alcohol in his hand, couldnât help the awful energy he was experiencing. Years of depression and self disgust had arisen inside of him with a sudden, undeniable intensity.
âGod damn right you should be scared of me,â
Draco hissed. The loving father and husband you and Scorpius were used to was locked away deep inside of Draco, and all of your attempts to access that version of Draco miserably failed. His eyes seemed dazed- they almost gleemed red- his brow was furrowed, and his lips were locked in a vicious scowl; he possessed control, he knew it, and he would not have it any other way.
You held your son close to you, hoping to protect him and shield him from Dracoâs monsterous actions, and you attempted to swallow away a terrified sob. Fighting away the stinging tears in yours eyes, you buried Scorpiusâ pained face in the crook of your neck and avoided making eye contact with your husband.
âLook at me,â Draco snarled, stepping forward and pressing his body against yours. His empty hand found its way to your neck, gliding up the front of it and resting under your jawbone so you were forced to make eye contact with him. âItâs time for him to grow up,â Draco nodded at the crying child in your arms. âHe needs to learn to be a man.â
You wore a shocked expression. âDracoâŚâ you said slowly, your voice beginning to crack as you spoke. âH-heâs just a boyâŚheâs your son.â But Draco didnât seem to understand your words, nor did he seem to care. Draco angrily raised the bottle to his lips and took another sip of alcohol, but the sudden movement worried you as you had assumed Draco might attack Scorpius. âD-donât h-hurt h-him,â you begged, and with that, a tear escaped your eye. Big mistake.
Dracoâs grip on your neck tightened, and his expression became even more sinister. âMaybe, â he coldly agreed, âbut youâre not a baby, so stop fucking crying, you pathetic bitch.â Dracoâs words resembled knives stabbing into you which made controlling your emotions seem even more impossible. âPut him down,â he directed, and he placed special emphasis on every syllable. âAnd Iâll deal with you alone.â
Slowly, you did as directed and placed Scorpiusâ feet on the floor. Your son attempted to cling to you in fear, begging for the familiar comfort and protection, but you convinced him to go to his room, and eventually, he reluctantly followed your request. You knew, as long as Dracoâs focus was on you, Scorpius was safe, and in the moment, that was all that mattered. Scorpiusâ cries became more distant until you heard door to his bedroom shut behind him. Not daring to break your tearful gaze from Draco, you braced for whatever was to come.
Waring: a lot of fluff maybe a little to much HAHA
A/N: it is 10 pm where I live and I just go off work, so please excuse my bad writingÂ
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I really tried to sleep trust me, I was tired and exhausted but something about lying next to a complete stranger, made me feel uncomfortable. I know I am going to marry him and we are probably going to have children, I still know nothing about him.
After shifting around on my side of the bed, for probably the past hour, I heard a sigh. âcan you please stop moving, some people want to sleep!â.
âdonât you think I do not want to fall asleep, because I want to, I am exhausted.â
âThen close your eyes and go to sleep, it´s not that easy.â
âI want to go home.â, what the only thing I could get out before busting into tears. I tried my best to hide it by facing not Draco, but my shaky breath, was not really helping.
*Draco pov*
Draco sat up, as he heard the crying alike sounds. As he saw the tears streaming down your face, he panicked. He was never in this situation that he has to comfort another person, normally people were comforting him, but the last time someone saw him cry feels like ages ago.
The only thing he remembers was that his mother used to pet his back when he got upset as a child.
*Y/N pov*
I noticed that Draco sat up but I tried my best to hide my face. Suddenly I felt a comforting hand on my back, who was moving up and down my spine.
Never in a million years have I ever thought that Draco Malfoy would comfort me. But the only thing I really wanted was a hug. Like my mother gave me when I was little.
After about 5 minutes of Draco petting my bag, I turned around and laid my face on his chest, which was covered by a t-shirt. I hugged him as tight as I could and imagined that it was my mother, I know it sounds silly but I just needed a hug.
Draco froze a few second as I hugged him, but then he put both of his arms around me and pained small circles with his hand.
It did thank my a few minutes to fully calmed myself down. Dracos hands already stopped moving and I could feel his chest falling and rising evenly.
I looked up to his face and his eyes where closed. I was thinking about moving back to my side of the bed, but his chest was just too conformable.
A/N: aaahhhh xD sorry this took a little while longer, my writerâs block was the worst! but I thankfully was able to manage this part! thank you again all so much for all the love this story is getting! you guys are the best! xDÂ
Warnings: fight (not physical), mentions of death and sad reader dealing with sad situations basically
âYou⌠have already watered the Bouncing Bulbsâ Neville said, shyly. âThree times.â
(Y/N) turned to look at the plant she was watering and saw that it was basically flooded, quickly removing her watering can.
âIâm sorryâ she said, quietly.
âAre you alright?â Neville asked worried.
âYeah⌠I donât knowâ she admitted.
âWhatâs going on?â Dean asked, walking over to her. âIs it because what happened at Ron and Hermioneâs wedding?â
âI donât know!â she snapped a little at her two friends. âSorry⌠Iâm just in a weird moodâ she said.
Neville was about to say something, when they heard the bell ringing signaling for a new customer entering the store. The three of them turned to look at the door, revealing the second oldest Weasley brother standing there. Both Dean and Neville stepped closer, standing in front of (Y/N).
âMay we help you, Charlie?â Neville asked, trying to sound polite.
âHey guysâ he said awkwardly. âActually, I⌠wanted to talk to (Y/N)â he said, looking at the girl, who was gripping her watering can tighter.
âI really donât think thatâs the best idea, mate-â Dean started. He had forgotten how protective Neville and Dean were of (Y/N).
âItâs okayâ (Y/N) said, quietly.
âAre you sure?â Dean asked and she nodded. âAlright. Weâll be in the back if you need usâ he said, walking over to the back of the shop with Neville following him.
âHey, (Y/N)â Charlie said, awkwardly, standing on his place.
âCharlesâ she said with a serious expression.
âCould I⌠maybe take you out to lunch?â he said, hopeful. (Y/N) debated it for a moment but she knew that he needed this more than she did so she nodded, before she told Dean and Neville that she would be taking her lunch break.
Once they were both sitting at the Leaky Cauldron, waiting for their lunch, (Y/N) sighed and decided to start.
âI thought youâd be back in Romania by nowâ she told him.
âThere was something I needed to do firstâ he told her. She simply looked at him waiting for him to go on so he did. â(Y/N), what I said to youâ he said regretfully. âI canât believe I said those things to you, (Y/N) I am so sorryâ he said sincerely. âAnd not just at the wedding but⌠before as well. I had no right to speak to you like that and I understand if you donât ever want to forgive me, but please, (Y/N), you have to believe how sorry I amâ he begged. âI didnât mean any of it-â
âI knowâ she said quietly. âI know youâre sorry, Charlieâ she smiled at him. âBut⌠you did mean itâ she told him.
âNo, (Y/N), I swear, I didnâtâ he argued.
âYeah, you didâ she assured him. âBut⌠not for meâ she told him. Charlieâs expression softened, understanding what she was telling him and he let out a sad smile. âAm I wrong?â
âYouâre just like himâ he said, looking away.
âWell, that is the nicest thing youâve said to me in our last three interactionsâ she said with a small smile.
Summary: Draco and reader have to get marriage, something neither of the want.
Warning: non
A/N: I am lately really stresst and found no motivation writing the next part. I am really sorry that it is so short I just have no idea how I want this story to turn out. If someone has ideas please text me HAHA
tags: @fa-meâ @thatguppienamedbaeâ @ynmalfoy
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5Â | Part 6
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After a long conversation with my parents about, how big our wedding has to be, because we are a pureblood family, they finally said their last goodbye and drove home.
I was standing at the door, because I just said goodbye to my parents, when everyone left to go to their room. I had no idea what I should do, or where Dracos room was. I was walking through the house without even knowing where to go. It is dark and cold, not very welcoming.
I have to live here the next few weeks, how am I going to do this. I mean my parents and I have not the best relationship, but at least our home is welcoming. It is all white, because my mother wanted it to be as bright as it could be, with a lot of windows. But here! Everything is just so different.
It felt like I was walking for hours as suddenly a door right in front of my opened. Me being in the middle of my thoughts, got really scared.
âfuck, I nearly had a heart attackâ, was the only thing I could get out, without even knowing who opened the door.
âWhere were you, I was looking for you! You know you are not allowed to walk around here alone. Just come in, I want to go to sleep!â, was the only thing Draco replied.
âWhy am I not allowed to walk around alone, it is not like someone is going to kill me, I mean even if, you would not be sad at all, I could imagine.â, I just walked to my suitcase and opened it. Inside I did not see my clothes. It were new outfits my mother bought for me. And on top of everything she did not pack any PJs. The only thing I could find were really sexy underwear. On a piece of paper was a message from my mother, âThat your future husband has something to look at, XX motherâ,
To shocked for my mother action, I didnât listen to, what Draco repeat to my statement. âDid you even listen to me, god we are not even married and I already wish it was over, maybe you dead is not such a bad thing!â. Trying to ignore him, I took the underwear, which looked like it covered the most and walked into the bathroom.
I brushed my hair and put it into a messy bun, brushed my teeth and took of my makeup. I changed out of my unconfutable dress into my underwear PJs. As I leaved the bathroom Draco was already changed and lied on one side of the bed.
My thoughts were flying around. Should I sleep on the sofa or in the bed? Draco did not say anything about where I should sleep. Slowly I made my way to the bed, the sofa looked really unconfutable and after today I really need the rest.
âI bring you a second blanked, it can get really cold at nightâ, Draco got up and walked out of the room. A few minutes later he came back with a big blanked. He gave me the blanked, which I took and just said a small âthank youâ.
He walked around the bed, turned off the lights and said a quick good night. I put the blanked on top of the other, more smaller cover before facing the sofa.
I donât know what to think about Draco, one second he is screaming at me and the other he is bringing me a blanked because he know I could get cold.
Summary: Draco and Y/N are forced into a marriage.
Warnings: Non
A/N: I was thinking of making this series a Wattpad book. Would anyone read this book HAHA
Part1Â |Â Part 2Â |Â Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5Â | Part 6
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After our parents came in an awkward silence fell upon us.
âwe have to talk about something!â, said Narcissa while walking to the sofa. She set down as well as Lucius and my parents.
Draco and I remain where we left, because there was only one available seat.
âSit down!â, insisted Lucius.
âwhere do you think we should sit, there is just one seat, and I am not letting her sit on my lab, who do you think I am!â.
âyou are her future husband, so sit down and Y/N sit on his lab, or however you want to do it!â, warned Narcissa.
Slowly both of us walked to the sear. Draco set down and I set myself on his lab. Was it conferrable, no, did I have to do it, yes.
âSo, what did you want to talk aboutâ, I uncomfortable moved on Dracos lab. âcould you stop moving!â, Draco whispered angry in my ear. I apologist with a quite sorry.
âSince you two are now engagedâ, my father stared. âWe were thinking about you two moving in together!â, my mother finished.
âYou mean like in a house or how do you mean that!â, was the only thing I could get out.
âNot in a house, you will move in with the Malfoy Familyâ, my father insisted.
âShe will move into the guest room, right?â, Draco hopeful asked his parents. With fear in his eyes, not ready for his parents answer, he looked at his parents.
âyou are engaged, you are sharing a room, no discussion!â, Lucius insisted.
âI think I would be more comfortable with sleeping in the guest room, because even if we are engaged, we still donât know each other, I mean just for like the first week till we know each other!â, I tried to help Draco, because I knew that he still has a girlfriend and I didnât want to interrupt into their relationship. Even if I am probably the only person who is interrupting their relationship, or better said, destroying the relationship, I still try to be as helpful as I can be.
âYou are going to marry in a few months, you are going to have children, which means you are going to sleep together, you are going to live in one house together and you are going to sleep in a bed together, do you understand what I am saying? You will sleep in the same bed, in the same room, no guestroom and no discussion.â, my father angry said to me.
Being put in my place by my own father, I stayed silence. I just wanted to help Draco which does not turn out as planned. âThank you, even though it did not helpâ, he whispered in my ear.
âYour bag is already in Dracos room, the house elf put it in there, you will stay here till your weddingâ, my father insisted. âI will help you planning the wedding, it´s my only daughterâs wedding so I will be there step my septâ, my mother smiling told Narcissa.
Summary: Reader and Draco are forced into a Marriage non of them want.
Warning: languageÂ
A/N:Â
* English is not my first language, so please excuse my mistakes.
* Also I really love this series, I hope you too.Â
Part 1Â | Part 2 |Â Part 3Â | Part 4 | Part 5Â | Part 6
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I felt sick to my stomach.
I knew my parents just wanted the best for me, I was a witch with no experience, I never visited a school for witchcraft. Without the knowledge I could never defend myself, properly. They just wanted to keep my save and marrying a rich and wealthy men is what keeps me save.
I never believed in love, or in true love. All the romance movies or books made me sick. Maybe that was because I always knew that I will never be able to marry my soulmate. I never had a boyfriend and I never wanted one. I didnât want to get my heart broken. But now. Marrying someone I didnât know, was probably as bad as staying alone forever.
After the dinner, the Malfoy parents and my parents decided it would be nice to leave Draco and me alone, so that we could get to know each other.
They left and an uneasy silence fell upon us. I want to say something but I didn´t know what. A lot of different conversations starters were flying around my brain, but non seems to fit this situation.
I was always a very social person, I knew how to make friends, I knew how to talk to strangers, but this situation was different.
Draco seems pretty uneasy as well. He got up and walked to the liquid storage. Maybe getting drunk is a good idea. âgive me the tequilaâ, was the first thing I said to him, I needed a shot to get my thoughts clear again.
Without a word he gave me the bottle and two shot glasses. I poured the liquid into the glasses and gave one to Draco. âcheers!â, said Draco, to which I responded âto marriageâ.
Both of us drank the burning liquid, before we sat down on the sofa. âDid you know, this will happen? I mean the marriageâ, I asked Draco, because it seems as if it wasnât as much of a surprise to him as it was for me. âyes, they told me a week ago, but I always knew that I will never be able to decide who I want to marryâ, was all he said, before he continued, âI never saw you at Hogwarts, did you visit a different school?â. âI mean, I did visit a different school, but not one where you learn about witchcraft.â, was the only thing I could say. I knew my parents were embarrassed about the fact that their only daughter, never learned how to deal with magic, but I learned it myself and I was pretty good at it.
âReally, so you are not a witch, how is that possible, were you adopted or something. So my future wife is a muggle. How worse can it get!â, Draco seemed very upset about the fact that I could be a muggle, which I was not. But just the fact that he got so upset about a muggle, showed me, what a person he was.
I have a lot of muggle friends, and I hate the vocab muggle, there where humans just as us wizards.
Draco got up and started to walk up and down the room, he seemed to get more upset every second.
âI wanted to marry her, but my parents choose a muggle? She was perfect. She is a perfect witch; our children would be pureblood. And now I have you, thanks for nothing!â, his voice got louder to the end and I didnât know how to react.
I was no muggle; I was more powerful than he and his little witch girlfriend would ever be. I am a neutral. Someone you learn about in school. My parents kept me a secret, because they knew that it was dangerous for me if people know about me, especially the dark lord. That was the reason I lived in different countries with muggles.
I got mad, who did he think he was, to talk to me like that. I wanted to be nice, I wanted to be polite, but if he acted like this, the only thing I could do was to scream back at him.
âI am not a muggle, and even if I was, I would be proud of, because there are just as human as we are. We are not better than muggles, I would love to be a muggle, so that I could live a normal life. I could marry who I want. I could visit a normal school. I would not need to feel scared all the time, because people could use me. I am so fucking done with being me. Do you know how it feels to have to move every year to a different country because the dark lord could find me. No! than shut up, you know nothing about me. I would be more than happy if you could have married your little girlfriend!â, I got upset. How could he talk to me like that? He barely knew me.
Full in shock, because no one ever before had ever yelled at the Draco Malfoy, he just looked at me. âHow dare you talk to me like this, I am your future husband.â, how could he still be so arrogant, was the only thing I could think of.
I knew that he was just scared, mad and sad at the same time. I was too. Both of us where in the same situation. But screaming at each other will not make it better. We are both grown adults.
So, I decided to not freak out and scream back at him, because I knew that it will turn into a massive fight and I donât want that.
âYes, and I am your future wife. Which means that we have to get along with each other. I know it will not be easy, but I want to try. I donât want to live the rest of my life with screaming and fighting every day. I know it will be hard and I am so sorry that you could not marry your girlfriend, I really am. But we are both now in this situation together and we should start to get to know each other. An arranged marriage is never easy, but what choice do we have?â, I tried to sound as calm as I could bring myself to.
After this our parents came in and sat down at the table. âHow are our lovebirds?â, Dracos mother asked. âWe are fineâ, was the only thing Draco could answer.
Summary: How would you react when you find out, that you have to marry a completely stranger.
Warning: non
A/N: my first language is not English, if you find any mistakes please write me, so that I can change them. AAANNNDDD also this imagine is based at the time after Hogwarts. I want to make a little series out of this imagine, because it would be to long to post all of it at once.
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Being a witch and not going to Hogwarts was always something my parents were ashamed of. But me being me, I wanted something different, I wanted to see the world. That´s why I was willing to do whatever they wanted me to do after coming back from my holiday. I visited different countries, studied in different cities and made a lot of muggle friends. I was scared coming back home, not sure what is waiting for me.
I walked to the entrants of our mansion. I stared at the white door not really ready to say goodbye to my past live and start a new one, one where I am surrounded by magic. I am not ready to leave my normal life behind, studying, going to a bar and talk to random strangers.
After, which feels like hours, I convinced myself to knock at the door. Spencer, my parentsâ house elf, opened the door and welcomed me with a smile.
He was like my second family when I was younger. He taught me how to cook and how to take care of myself without any help. I never treated him like a slave, I was always really happy that he was around because without him I would have felt pretty lonely.
Leaded by spencer I walked into the living room, where my parents already waited for me.
But not only my parents were waiting for me, 3 other people, who I have never seen in my life, where sitting around the dinner table.
My mother greeted me with a smile and nice warm hug, I did miss her while being away. I hugged her back and tried to ask her who this people are. But before she could answer my question, my father turned to me and introduced me to the people.
âIt is nice seeing you Y/N, this is the Malfoy familyâ, after his introduction he turned to me and whispered âdonât screw it upâ. More confused as before, I introduced myself again to the Malfoy family while shaking their hand politely.
âlet´s eat!â, my mother said before our house elf spencer entered the living room, with a lot of food.
âwe also have to celebrate!â, my father added while looking at me. For a short period of time, I thought he was really happy that I was back and he wanted to celebrate my return back home, but again I thought wrong.
âto the engagement of Draco and Y/N!â, after that he clink glasses with my mother and the Malfoy parents. It took me a few second to realizing what he just said, before I stared to nearly choke on my champagne, earning a disappointed look from my father.
âDraco give her the ringâ, prompt the woman, who introduced herself as Narcissa, to her son. Her son who I assumes name is Draco, looked even more annoyed by this situation than I did.
He grabbed a small box from his pocket and opened it in front of me. He did not say anything, while taking my hand and sliding the ring onto my finger.
This is going to be a beautiful marriage, was the last thought I had before my parents and the Malfoy stared to eat.
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âyou know what they say about the moon and stars?â draco looked at me.
âwhat?â i whispered to him, feeling like my voice would be to loud for our peaceful moment. i looked at the moon as it was full tonight. the clouds covering half of it, bring out the stars.
âshoot for the moon, even if you miss it, youâll land among the stars.â i whispered back to me. i glanced at him as i smiled a bit. knowing exactly where he got that from.
âso you read muggle books now?â i teased him as i positioned my head on his chest, his hand going to my hair.
âjust that one line,â he defended himself.
âiâm only teasing, bubâ i said as i moved my head to kiss his jaw. âi think itâs cute you read my books from hermonie.â
he didnât say anything after so i looked up to him looking down at me. i moved so i was sitting on top of him as his hands instinctively moved to my hips.
âwhatâs going on in that head of yours?â i leaned down to kiss his cheek as he then leaned into to me.
âi love youâ i pulled back fast as he said those words. never in our 3 month of relationship have we said our i love yous. âi know i havenât told you, but i do, and i have loved you, for the longest. iâm ready to do everything with you, because i know youâre the one for me.â a tear slipped from my eye as i leaned down to kiss him softly.
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