“fix the attitude.” - d.m
warnings: angst, swear words, shitty parents, degrading, draco takes his anger out on you juust a bit but it’s only briefly
the intense and painful weeps and sobs coming from the slytherin male’s dormitory went unheard as all slytherins and students alike were at a quidditch match that would determine finals.
considering that, he felt awfully alone, no crab or goyle or even blaise to calm him even slightly, even though he knew deep down that he would deny them any chance of getting too close to him.
draco couldn’t bear the thought of everything that he had to endure at the time. wishing it all to be over within the blink of the eye or a snap of two fingers.
draco freezes for a brief moment. whipping his tears of his cheeks and going to the door to open it, suppose he forgot to put a silencing spell on the room before absolutely destroying his vocal chords, god knows who heard and who heard what.
he opens the door to an awfully pale looking y/n y/l/n. messy bun, eye bags, red eyes, runny nose, all of it.
“the fuck are you doing here?” draco spat. “aren’t you sick?” draco asked again backing away from the girl in disgust.
“i am, yeah, sorry ‘bout that.” the shorter/taller girl says, rubbing her eyes.
“the fuck do you want?” draco uttered in fear, as he was quite sure he knew the answer.
“i heard you crying.” y/n stated simply. damnit. draco thought, pissed at himself.
“n-no! why on earth would i do that? and why on earth should you care either way? even if i was crying i wouldn’t go to a pathetic blood traitor like you, y/l/n.” draco defended, getting more in the girls face trying to scare her.
“i’m not an idiot. your eyes are red and your cheeks are glossy.” y/n stated, pointing out the obvious.
“SHUT. THE FUCK. UP!” draco said backing away quickly, pulling his wand from his bedside into his hand, pointing it at her.
he looked at the girl, breathing heavily, scowling at her. in contrast, she gave him a scared expression, looking him up and down like he was some kind of animal her eyes.
“draco, what the hell?” y/n uttered softly, looking at him, in pure confusion and to a degree - worry.
draco stood in the same position for a second or two longer before chucking his wand across the room.
“draco!-” y/n exclaimed before she felt the poor boy hug her, but he ran to her so fast he collapsed, to tired to get up he just hugged her at her knees, sobbing and wailing.
“i-i.. can’t anymore, y/l/n!” draco said, sniffling, biting his lip slightly to hold in his sobs.
y/n bent down to his level, as he pulled away from her knees.
“you can’t what?” she asked softly, moving some of the hair out of his face, to better see it.
“i-i can’t..! j-just.. sit a-around and be like this..” draco looked up at her, his expression full of pleads to save him from this hellhole.
“be like what, draco?” y/n asked, scooting closer to the blonde haired teen, trying to get more info as she was still so confused.
“a disappointment to my parents!” he yelled.
“what made you think you were a disappointment..?” the y/h/c y/l/n asked the grey-eyed man.
“because of this…” draco swiftly pulled out a folded up letter out of his pocket, and y/n began to read.
Words cannot describe how I am feeling right now, to think our Draco is acting as such is quite frankly, humiliating.
Son, you’re supposed to moving up the ranks as you grow, not falling on your face like some pathetic pig.
Our family name can and most likely will get extremely damaged by this incident, — and as a reminder that is your fault, and if you let it slide again you will be paying for it in all possible ways.
Writing to you was quite honestly a waste of my time, you should know what this is about and how your mother and I feel. Never forget this, and if you do and make similar mistakes, mark my words son, you won’t live another day without thinking about how much of a failure you’ll be.
“oh draco, i am so sorry.” y/n said, putting a heart to her chest. wanting to hug him, but not wanting to pass on her cold.
y/n notices a crumpled up piece of paper in draco’s other pocket, the paper looks similar to Mr. Malfoy’s letter.
“what’s that?” y/n asked, pointing to it.
draco sighs. “it’s not important..”
draco pulls out the crumpled paper, unraveling it slowly, making sure not to rip it. before handing it to the y/h/c girl.
You and I both know how your father feels about the situation involving the ‘Harry’ boy. Although I must agree the entirety of the situation including the boy is not only damaging to our families name — which is one of my more minor concerns, but it was also so incredibly immature and hurtful.
However, you must know my side of it, as my side of it is different from your fathers. Of course, I don’t and never will agree with how both of you boys handled it. But, what I do understand that everyone makes reckless mistakes. Even if you didn’t make the best choices, you are still my son, and since your my son it’s my job to teach you what mistakes to not make.
So take this as a lesson, I too will be just as mad as your father if something along the lines of this pops up. But you will always be my little boy, the boy I will forever cherish, so not one mistake can make me not love you.
“awww!! she signs her letters to you ‘mummy’?” y/n squealed.
“shut up!” draco laughed, shoving her lightly.
the two send out a short chorus of laughs before they die down.
“but still, your mum makes a good point, why listen to your father at all when your mums clearly smarter?” y/n asked, confused.
“mum’s not as powerful as dad, he always gets the number 1 say.”
y/n let’s out a small “oh” and nods slightly.
“did i fix the attitude?” y/n questioned.
“i did not have an attitude!” draco says laughing as he smacks her shoulder softly.
