AN- Its been very hot recently where I live, and It inspired me to make this. This is my first smau so it might not be great, I'm still trying to figure out how to sound like each character. Hope you enjoy!
Also I'm currently still making the smau Masterlist.
AN- Honestly I don't know how I feel about this, or how this turned out. But I can definitely say that I've thought about this is a lot. I felt like it was missing something but I'm too lazy to figure out what, and I hope you're able to tell what position they switch between in this bc I don't really know how to describe this stuff.
During your time at Jujitsu tech you were often partnered with your Bestfriend Satoru for missions. Sometimes the mission would take a while and end up with you and Satoru spending the night in whatever city you had been sent too.
Bestfriend Satoru would be delighted when he walks into the hotel and see's only one bed.
While you're trying to hide your blush, your Bestfriend Satoru is already jumping on the bed and spreading out like a starfish with a massive grin spread across his face.
While any of your other male friends would insist on taking the floor, your Bestfriend Satoru was insisting you both share the bed.
"I guess it's your lucky day" He smirked "You get to cuddle up with the strongest sorcerer"
"Not happening" You replied crossing your arms "You will be keeping to your side of the bed"
"Do you understand how many women would kill to be in your position right now?" Satoru exclaimed, sitting up as if you had just said the most outrageous thing ever. But in his mind he was reeling with excitement because you had technically agreed to sharing a bed with him.
You just rolled your eyes and went into the bathroom. The moment the bathroom door clicked shut your Bestfriend Satorus confident demeanor instantly fell.
Bestfriend Satoru would jump out of bed and stand in front of the dusty mirror that took up the corner of the room. He'd run this hand through his disheveled hair trying to fix the mess made by killing curses prior.
Bestfriend Satoru knew he was handsome. Everyone did. (I mean look at him) He had never really felt insecure about his looks, and never put much effort into his appearance because he's so naturally beautiful. Even now all he was doing was fixing his hair with hands, but for him it was everything. He needed to be prefect. For you. Anything to catch your eye.
Bestfriend Satoru sat back on the bed awaiting your return. He was less nervous only a few hour prior when he was ripping deadly curses apart by your side. But now he was about to share a bed with you. His bestfriend. The person who he has been in love with for years.
Even once the lights were out your Bestfriend Satoru would continue to make cocky and flirtatious remarks. You were just glad that with the lights were out Satoru couldn't see the blush on your cheeks every time he scooted closer.
Bestfriend Satoru woke early the next morning to find you cuddled up against him. Your leg swung over his with your head rested on his chest.
Bestfriend Satoru whos heart flutters as he watches your peaceful face, and gentle breaths. The morning light somehow making you look even more beautiful even though Satoru thought that would be impossible.
Bestfriend Satoru who carefully manages to reach for his phone without waking, you to snap a picture of the both of you.
Bestfriend Satoru would make the picture his new lock-screen, and would spend the next few weeks constantly teasing you with the photo grinning wildly as you'd stutter out some excuse and blush.
Summary - You’re starting to notice a change in Draco Malfoy’s behavior which is strange because ever since day one he has had it out for you and your twin brother Harry. What will happen when you are hurt badly during a quidditch match causing you to fall from a fatal height? This takes place in the 5th year. No use of Y/N.
Genre- Angst, Fluff
Warnings - Blood, Angst, Potential enemies to lovers? multiple Pov, swearing, mentions of nausea, fainting, violence, physical fighting, I think that's it,
●Ambiguous Ending
A/N - This is my first ever fic, so I hope you enjoy it. Sorry I haven’t posted much life has just gotten a bit out of hand recently, but I have managed to produce this and its finally time to share it! so enjoy.
Word count - 5.7k
Growing up without parents and living with your abusive Aunt and Uncle with their Spoilt Brat for a kid wasn’t easy; and you honestly didn’t think you would have survived without your twin brother. For the longest time you too were inseparable. You were each other’s only family left. And that’s why you were crushed with guilt every time you look at those shining grey eyes.
It was no secret that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were enemies. Most people despised Malfoy due to his cruel demeanor and outdated world views, where he saw himself on some pedestal above everyone else; which he would reticule you from if you dare thought otherwise. Of course you were one of the people who disliked him. How could you not be?
You’d just wish your heart would listen to your brain when thought of him. He was a cruel person who found fun in making other people’s lives difficult, especially you and your friends. So why did you find your eyes lingering on him for a second too long? Looking around the great hall at dinner just to get a glimpse of him. It wasn’t right, and you knew it. But it didn’t help that he had really grown into his looks and gotten a lot taller over the summer break. And while there is an undouble rivalry between Malfoy and both Potter twins since the first year, you couldn’t help but notice that Malfoy had become slightly more tolerable lately. He would make less snarky and unnecessary comments, start less arguments and not take the arguments that he did start as far as he used to. Was he getting tired of it? Or was he maybe he was finally maturing. Either way, you were grateful for it as you have been seated next to him for potions until the end of the year, courtesy of Snape’s seating plan.
In fact, you had noticed that ever since you had been seated next to him at the beginning of the year, he was slowly becoming more tolerable, and you were becoming less annoyed by his presence.
You had explained your thoughts to Hermione stating that maybe he was ‘growing on you’ but she just replied saying that it was more likely that he was just ‘wearing you down’, to which you chuckled along with.
For a while now, more times than you’d like to admit was spent dwelling on your changing feelings for him. A part of you hoped that he was perhaps changing and that maybe it could lead to something between the two of you. You had to admit he was funny at times and had slipped up and shown you a different side of him before. Only in subtle ways like picking something you’d dropped on the floor and handing it to you without any snarky comment or passing you something you were looking for. If anyone else did this, you wouldn’t think twice about it. But it wasn’t anyone. It was Draco Malfoy.
You were pulled out of your own thoughts by Ron leaning upwards to look over you and your brothers head to see the Slytherin table
“Can’t wait to wipe that that stupid smug smirk off of Draco’s face” Ron said through gritted teeth as he began to sit back down still keeping an eye on the Slytherin table behind you where Draco sat in his quidditch uniform talking with his teammates.
“He’s been extra cocky today about winning this match” Ron grumbled as he turned to the food in front of him.
“Tell me about it” Harry sarcastically sighed “I had to deal with him and Blaise all of first period” Harry grumbled. You peered over your shoulder to see the loud commotion happening behind you, which mainly consisted of the Slytherin quidditch team chanting about them winning the upcoming match. It didn’t take a genius to tell they were overly confident.
“No worries, we’ve trained for this,” you said turning back to the table and rolling up your sleeves. As much as you like your quidditch uniform its arm sleeve length got in the way when you were trying to eat.
“One more hour until we can destroy them!” Ron said with a laugh to which Harry returned with a grin.
“You both are so competitive” Hermione chimed in as she rolled her eyes before looking back at the book in her hands.
“It’s almost concerning” you chuckled in agreement.
“Don’t act like you don’t want to see them lose” Ron replied with a tone making it sound like he was defending himself.
“I want to see us win” you explained.
“How’s that any different?” Ron questioned with a mouth full of food and a raised brow.
“Because she’s finding pleasure in her achievements rather than others loses” Hermione said firmly closing and placing her book on the table, to which Ron replied with another eye roll.
“Yeah, but it Slytherin” Harry said as if he was to be proving some point, but you and Hermione looked at each other then back towards him as he missed the point all together.
“So?” you replied.
“So, I guess it’s alright to be happy when they lose” Harry said with uncertainty in his voice because as he was saying it out loud, he was beginning to hear how he may be in the wrong.
“Don’t get me wrong I want us to win, but I think you two are a bit too hateful towards Slytherin. I mean sometimes you both say something I’d expect a Slytherin to say about a Gryffindor. Which is definitely not a good look”. You explained, hoping to talk some sense into them so try and defuse the rising tension between the house that always comes before a big quidditch match. Harry and Ron didn’t reply, they just shared a look between them realizing that you may have a point; as they do get quite competitive.
The conversation quickly changed as Oliver Wood appeared and made the team gather around and talk strategy.
You wouldn’t call yourself a confident person, but usually before a quidditch you would feel fine. Prepared. You were a strong player, and everyone knew it. However, today you weren’t feeling as prepared as you normally are, and you were unsure as to why. You just had a bad feeling about the match.
As you walked out onto the field with your team, broom in hand, the icy wind almost imminently pricked at your skin. You looked up and saw that the sky had been painted with all different shades of grey clouds, indicating an upcoming storm.
Everyone took their positions on the field and as you did you saw some of the Slytherin boys whisper something to each other while looking over at you and some of your teammates. This made you feel even more uneasy, and you tried to shake it off, but it kept dwelling on you that something was going to go wrong.
The game began and everything went as expected aside from Slytherin taking the lead by a few points but nothing that couldn’t be overturned by the end of the game. It soon started to lightly rain, a sprinkle of water coating the stadium, making it a bit harder to see since the wind was moving the rain into your eyes.
As the score got closer everyone understandably got more competitive and began to push the boundaries a tad, such as shoving someone a little harder than what is normally allowed during a match, but no student would ever report this to a teacher. It was like an unspoken rule that when the game got close the so could the players.
You had flown to the side of the field after successfully passing the quaffle over to Oliver while avoiding being knocked off your broom. Oliver had managed to gain Gryffindor points with the quaffle pushing the score so that Gryffindor was now ahead of Slytherin. This did not sit well with the two Slytherins that were on your back trying to prevent you from passing the quaffle over to Oliver just moments ago.
One of them was Marcus Flint. And although you couldn’t see the glare, he gave you from behind, you could almost feel it. Only a minute or two later something sharp caught the corner of your eye. You looked over to your right, but it had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. You had shrugged it off and continued to play the game but was shortly interrupted by a small, very bright blue flash across the field. You flew up high staring wide-eyed trying to find it again eyes scanning everywhere, hoping someone else had also seen it and that you weren’t going crazy. But you didn’t have much time to ponder as soon the bright light was headed straight towards you once again. You instantly flew away, occasionally checking behind you to see if it was still on your trail. Adrenaline coursed through your body as you flew at full speed before slowing down once you realized that it was no longer behind you.
Shocked from the surprise of it all, you weren’t paying attention until you heard what sounded like distressed arguing. You saw Fred and Seamus from afar, you squinted trying to figure out what they were doing as it looked like they were either arguing or very worried. You began to make you way over there ignoring your surroundings, heading straight towards them, but before you could make it there someone came out of nowhere and sped past you, nearly knocking you off your broom. It was unlike anyone to race that fast at someone during the match so high off the ground even with the unspoken rule. You continued forward when once again someone flew right in front of you. You suddenly came to a halt and spun your head around to see what was happening behind you. You could feel the cold, icy air prick at your skin and make your nose pink and sore. Your hair was blowing rapidly in the wind, impairing your vision. You looked over and saw Ron from afar clutching his upper left arm with Oliver beside him. As you were about to fly over to them to make sure Ron was alright, when something sped past you, hitting you on the right side of your head.
It knocked you hard, causing you to face forward again and even jolt a little bit on your broom. You were still able to maintain a steady grip with both hands on her broom; but that was quickly forgotten about when you began to feel a wave of nausea and dizziness. It quickly became a struggle to focus on anything, the world felt like it was spinning and your whole body felt numb aside from a slight tingle.
But the numbness didn’t last long as soon a strong burning sensation formed above your right eyebrow. Still accompanied by the nausea, after only a few seconds you felt something wet run down the right side of your face. But this wasn’t the cold rain that was pouring all around you. This was warm and running fast.
You slowly brought your hand up to the source of the pain and brought it back down only to find it covered in a bright red liquid. As if on cue, your hearing began to fade and soon you couldn’t hear anything around you; not your teammates, not the crowd, or even the cold wind that had been floating around all week. The only thing you could hear was your own racing heart. Your breaths were slow and deep as you tried to stay conscious, while your heartbeat was as fast as ever. The rain that was already trickling down you only helped spread blood down your face beginning to cover your quidditch uniform.
Only a few seconds prior, Hermione had noticed the small flash fly across the field once again, but this time it went towards you, and seemingly hit you before you could see it coming. Hermione jumped out of her seat the second she saw you get hit. She was squinting her eyes and leaning ever so slightly over the banister trying to see what happened. Neville was quickly by her side using his binoculars to try to see what was happening. Hermione glances to her side at Nevilles binoculars and quickly snatches the binoculars from Nevilles grasp and places them before her eyes. Completely ignoring the fact that they were strapped around his neck, and he was now uncomfortably pulled into her personal space. Hermione saw your face slowly turn red, and she imminently dropped the binoculars, allowing Neville to stand up straight once more. “Oh Merlin” she whispered to herself, but loud enough for Neville and Luna who had also joined her side to hear and it, make them both look at her, unsure of what she saw.
Unaware as to what everyone else was facing, Harry was speeding along the perimeter of the field, not far from the ground with Draco to his Left. Their knees collided and both of their gazes were strongly focused on the small golden snitch flying not far in front of them. The light rain and the air resistant due to their fast speed was causing them both slightly to squint into order to see. They both would push against each other with their shoulders in hopes that the other would fall off course. Their hair flew rapidly behind them as they tilted their heads forward, both trying to increase their speed. However, Draco’s gaze shifted to the stadium when he heard some loud yelling. But it wasn’t the normal yelling that happened during a quidditch match. This sounded like panic. He couldn’t make out what was being said but when he looked above Harry as he saw the Gryffindor podiums crowds’ gazes fixated on something behind and above him; and judging by their expression and stances with their arms pointing at whatever was causing the commotion, it wasn’t good. Draco only heard the yelling because he and Harry were flying right beside the crowd, however, Harry seemed to be too focused on the snitch flying just out of his reach to take interest in the sound. Draco turned his head to his left and after a quick scan of the field and the people on it, he saw what the commotion was about.
Draco’s shoulder sunk and his eyes were wide fixated on the image in the distance. He wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was real. He saw you on your broom way up in the air. But you weren’t flying around. Instead, you sat up on your broom with only one hand gripping the broomstick. Your opposing hand was held to the side of your head, the palm painted red. His stomach dropped when he saw her face. Blood was pouring down the right side of it, covering the dazed expression. You were looking slightly over your right shoulder, towards the Gryffindor podium and crowd, which he was under. That’s probably why he heard them yelling. They got the best view of what had happened and started to panic.
You felt a light head, and suddenly the overwhelming burning pain didn’t matter anymore. The frequency of your blinks increased significantly, as you tried to stay awake. You could taste the rain as your mouth hung open, desperately trying to take deeper breaths. But soon you realized that it was no good. Black dots began to appear, and you felt yourself falling. The last thing you saw was your broom only a few feet above you.
Draco eye widened and he was quickly filled to the brim with panic, as he saw your figure in the distance go limp and fall to the side, beginning to make its way to the ground. Within less than a second of your body falling, Draco’s broomstick was pointed your way and just as before he was tilting his head and body forward increasing his speed. His gaze was focused the unconscious body in a bright red and gold Gryffindor uniform; and just like for you before, everything around him was a blur and he could only hear clouded muffles of what he would assume is the crowd being loud as per usual; not that he gave any thought to it, he didn’t care, in fact it seemed as if for the first time in his life he didn’t care about anything else; he was only focused on getting to you on time.
Harry noticed Draco’s absence when he went to make a quick glance between him and the golden snitch. But as Harry noticed he was no longer next to him he was quick to notice a Slytherin uniform blowing in the wind flying away from him. Harry slowed his chase after the snitch and took notice of what Draco was chasing after. Rather than who he was chasing after, Panic swept through the boy as he was quick to follow Draco’s path, but Draco was significantly ahead of him.
Flying through the rain at such a speed made the rain drops feel as if ice was pinching at Draco’s pale skin, but nether the less Draco was able to catch Potter’s limp body before you went crashing onto the ground. He held a tight grip, but the impact of catching you and trying to hold you on his broomstick made him lose control of his broom and he began to make his way to the ground. He was able to pull his broom upwards right before he collided with the ground, softening the fall for both students. Once you both hit the ground, Draco was thrown over you and landed roughly 5 meters in front of her. You were laying half on your stomach and half on your right side on the soft, wet grass. Your hair which you had freshly washed this morning, was scattered over your face, absorbing blood from the small pool that was forming under your rested head. Draco on the other hand found himself fully on his stomach with his head facing to his left, with his left shoulder taking most of the impact. Both uniforms were muddy and blowing slightly in the wind as they lay there on the wet grass.
It didn’t take long for both teams to make their way to the scene, Oliver arriving first with Ron by his side clutching his upper left arm. They both kneeled by your side; Oliver gently pulling you onto your back, revealing what was once clear skin framing a soft smile, but was now a blood-covered face decorated with scratches. Oliver and Ron are both taken back by the sight, eyes scanning over the injury on your head. But before Oliver could even think of what to do next the whole Gryffindor quidditch team had made their way over and began crowding around them. Harry arrives at the scene and stumbles off his broom running and forcefully pushing his way through his teammates, only coming to a small stop when he finally sees his blooded-up sister on the floor; half her face covered in blood with her hair stuck in it, and the parts of her face that somehow weren’t bloody, were pale and lifeless. Before anyone could say anything to him, he was on his knees next to her, with tear-filled eyes and his hands clasping over her forehead in an attempt to try and stop the bleeding. He tried to reach for his wand to use a healing spell but cursed under his breath as he moved his hand back to your head after feeling his empty pocket. A reminder of the rule stating that no personal magical objects can be found or used by any player during a match.
Draco was woken by his teammates pulling him up to his knees after he was briefly knocked out from the impact with the ground, and he was very winded; but he didn’t even assess or take note of the damage done to himself before he began carefully making his way up to the small crowd of both Gryffindor and Slytherin quidditch players, trying to peek through. By the time he made it through the crowd, he only got a glimpse before he spun his head around at the sound of an angry professor storming over to the scene.
“Move aside!” Professor Snape called out while waving his arms out to push anyone out of his way. He was followed by Professor McGonigal who had her hands holding up her robes so she could hurry over. Behind her were Hermione, Luna, Nevile and a hand full of other people with worried expressions written all over their faces. Everyone stepped aside to let the professors in. Harry looked up at them with tear-soaked eyes, his hands were on his twin sister’s face; one on her cut and the other on her jawline, holding her face. For a second Harry could have sworn he saw Professor Snape’s eyes widen with concern. Within a second Snape was by Harrys side, he pulled out his wand and softly murmured a healing spell causing the slash on her forehead to slowly heal over. Professor McGonigal began questioning the students around her about what had caused this incident, but her tone made the questions sound like accusations. Relief filled Harrys body and he let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. His sobs calmed down and he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he looked over and it was Hermione who gave him a reassuring smile; telling him it would be alright. Draco also felt a gush of relief wash over him, and unfortunately for him, it didn’t go unnoticed. Hermione gave him a questioning look as she saw the relief on his face when he saw that her dear friend way going to be alright. Draco noticed Hermione’s stare when he made eye contact with her. Panic boiled within him at being caught and his cheeks blushed a little from embarrassment and he immediately looked away and avoided her gaze, staring at the grass below him acting as if he didn’t care.
Harry returned his gaze to his sister who was being picked up by Snape. Snape was now standing up holding your still unconscious body in his arms.
“I suggest you follow me to the infirmary Wesley” Snape suggested, referring to the fact Ron was clutching his upper left arm with a little bit of blood seeping out of it.
“You got hit?! Are you alright Ron?” Hermione explained, turning to see the state he was in.
“Better than her” Ron shrugged referring to you as he made his way over to Snape with the intent to join his trip to the infirmary.
“Malfoy?” Snape said in his usual cold tone.
“Huh?” Draco said, looking up a little surprised as he was in his head and not paying attention. Snape noticed that the boy was oblivious, and he let out a small disappointing sigh before replying.
“Care to join us at the infirmary?” It almost sounded like a statement rather than a question because of Snapes usual cold tone. Draco looked down at his dirtied uniform and bruised hands. He will admit that his arm and back did hurt from the landing and he was sure he had a fair share of bruises underneath his uniform, and as much as he would like to follow, he knew that if he did he would want to check up on you, and that would draw a lot of unwanted attention and suspicion to the relationship between you and him, and after saving you there was enough speculation coming his way, he didn’t need anymore.
“Uh- no I think I’m alright” He shrugged. Without any further questioning Snape turned around and began walking back to the castle accompanied by Ron. Harry stumbled to his feet and quickly began to follow Snape but was stopped by Professor McGonigal placing her arm in front of him.
“I think you should stay; I need to have a word with you and everyone else here to figure out what happened today”, and with that Harry sighed, he wanted to protest and go with his sister, but he knew that she was in good hands; and he too wanted to know what causes her sister to bleed all over the Quidditch field.
Professor McGonigal took the Gryffindor team to the side of the field to question them first, leaving the Slytherin team plus Hermione, Luna and Neville alone, while the crowd was told to go back to the great hall.
There was only small chatter between the students before a few Slytherin students began chuckling. “Surely this means we win right? I mean we managed to get two of the Gryffindor players out of commission.” Marcus Flint chuckled rather loudly to his friends.
Hermione shot them a quick glare, but they were seemingly unfazed by it. She knew they had something to do with what happened today. Draco, who had been standing around in silence avoiding any questions from his teammates while holding his still sore arm, shot a firm glare towards the Marcus Flint, having also caught on that he was up to something.
“What?” Marcus mockingly questioned when he noticed Draco’s cold glare.
“What did you do?” Draco asked coldly as he began walking over to the boy.
“What does it look like, I won us the game mate!” Marcus chuckled while looking around at his friends who were also seemingly enjoying this.
“You cheated!” Hermione exclaimed, “I saw a small flash of blue light move around the field”.
“And what does that prove?” Marcus replied, with his horrific smile hung high.
“You used a spell; you’ve got your wand with you” Hermione pointed out gesturing to his wand that couldn’t quite fit properly into his pocket.
“Yeah, and what are you going to do about its Granger” Marcus stated as he began walking into Hermione’s personal space, towering over her in an attempt to make her feel threatened.
“You put two people in the infirmary!” Nevile chimed in trying to see if Marcus had any remorse for his actions.
“Congrats the boy can count” Marcus laughed while waving his hand in the air mockingly which was followed by laughter from his surrounding friends. “It’s not like anyone is going to miss those two” Marcus scoffed as he turned back to his friend.
Draco glanced at the red stained grass then back up to Marcus who was chuckling alone with his friends like nothing had even happened. The boy was showing no remorse, so he wasn’t going to either. Hermione saw something change in Draco’s eyes, they suddenly went dark and before she could say anything he was clenching his fists and angrily walking up to Marcus. The second Marcus turned to acknowledge Draco’s precents, Draco swung his fist violently and fast at the boy’s left cheek, causing him to stumble to the ground. The pain in Draco shoulder was long gone, covered by his anger for the boy in front of him.
“The fuck is your problem!” Marcus exclaimed as he stood up and swung back at the blonde boy. Cries were heard from the people around them as Draco took the punch given to him, but almost immediately returned it and managed to push Marcus back to the ground. Marcus brought Draco down with him and they continued to swing at each other, grabbing each other’s collars and pushing the other down. It wasn’t until Draco managed to pin Marcus beneath him and was mercilessly slamming his fists into the boy’s face before he was pulled back. Arms wrapped around him as he tried to push against them.
“Stop! He’s not worth it” Oliver wood exclaimed as he was holding Draco back along with Fred Weasley.
“You Piece of shit!” Marcus spat at Draco with blood coming out of his mouth, while trying to reach him; struggling against Blaise and Goyel grip.
“ENOUGH!” Professor McGonigal exclaimed as she glared at the two boys, making them stop struggling to free themselves.
“The Two of you, my office NOW!” McGonigal glared at the boys as they slowly stumbled to their feet with hung their heads low as they walked by her side to her office. An angry glare was exchanged between the boys ever so often as they made their way back to the castle.
“What on earth has gotten into everyone today!?” Oliver exclaimed looking around at all the stunned students.
“Malfoy beating the living shit out of Flint, now that's something” Seamus answered, not hiding his amusement
“Yeah, but why?” Oliver continued
“Because he cheated during the match, He was the reason your team got hurt” Hermione Chimed in.
“What?!, That bastard!” Harry spat.
“Why would Malfoy be so upset about Slytherin cheating? Wouldn’t put it past him to do it himself” Fred replied.
“Merlin knows” Seamus sighed.
“So are we just going to ignore the elephant in the room” George asked, causing everyone to send him questioning looks.
“Which one” Seamus chuckled.
“The fact that ‘The prince of Slytherin ‘abandoned chasing the golden snitch to catch and most likely save the life of the one and only ‘princess of Gryffindor’”. George explained. To which Fred replied with a small chuckle “well when you say it like that”.
“Does seem a bit curious don’t you think” Luna gently stated.
Harry shared a confused look with Hermione, both acknowledging that they needed to talk privately.
“Whatever, I’ll discuss this later with McGonigal; we should pack-up and clear out of here before this rain becomes a storm” Oliver said he began making his way off the court, still pissed about how the match went down. Everyone soon followed him.
Everyone had been told to go about their day as usual, but nothing about what had happened earlier was usual. Hermione had gone to speak to professor McGonigal about her suspicions involving Marcus Flint and his cheating. To which McGonigal was able to confirm when assessing the recent spells used through his wand. Quidditch matches had been suspended for the month due to foul play and to say everyone was upset was an understatement. Harry had spent most of the day by your side, with Ron as company. A few hours later you had woken to a killer headache and harry was quick to inform Hermione so she could come and see you, which of course she did and used the time to fill you in on what had happened.
You were jaw-dropped shocked when Hermione informed you that the Draco Malfoy had flown over to you on a whim to catch you. Not only that but he had beaten up Flint because he was the one who was cheating and hurt you and Ron. None of this made any sense but for a moment it made your heart flutter with the idea that he actually cared. To some degree at least. But to be fair he must care quite a bit to have been the first person to rush over to help you. If you weren’t in so much pain, you would be eager to get out of the infirmary just so you could see him in potions but unfortunately that didn’t look like it was happening anytime soon.
Hermione excused herself from your presence and began to make her way to the detention classroom which she had heard Draco had been placed in, leaving a trail of small clicks behind her as her shoes tapped the store floor. The room felt cold and isolating, only accompanied by the sound of rain against the rather large windows.
Hermione slowly stepped towards Draco, where he was sitting on the edge of a crooked chair, silently looking down at his hands. Entering his field of view Hermione waited, expecting some form of acknowledgement but Draco held his gaze on the icepack he was holding in his pale and muddy hands.
Hermione spoke softly, almost as if she was afraid that if she started him, he would disappear. “I heard McGonigal yelling from down the hall” She paused for a moment when he didn’t respond. “How long were you given?”.
“8 weeks” Draco quietly grumbled after a few seconds.
“And Marcus?”
“12.” His tone was empty and careless.
“Makes sense” Hermione said as she stepped closer to the boy, fiddling with her hands.
“She woke up” Hermione quietly commented referring to you. She took note of Draco’s reaction. He had moved his eyes up but stopped before they met with hers and brought them back down to his hand; almost as if he didn’t want them to leave his hand in the first place. It was a small reaction, but it was still there.
Hermione decided to continue figuring he was curious and wasn’t going to respond. “She is doing fine by the way; she’ll be out of the infirmary very soon.” Draco just nodded softly in repose still avoiding her gaze.
“Draco” Hermione said softly and took a step closer, she waited for him to look at her and once he did, she was almost taken back a bit. She had never seen such a plain soft expression him this boy. His face always contained a scowl and a mischievous smirk. She has to blink herself back to reality and out of her thoughts.
“You did a good thing today; you probably saved her life. The fall could have taken her out” Hermione tone was so genuine that Draco didn’t know how to respond.
“So, thank you” Hermione finished softly with a small smile. Draco pressed his lips together in acknowledgement before Hermione turned to walk out the room, leaving Draco alone with his thoughts.
Although Draco hadn’t said much to Hermione, a lot was exchanged, and she knew that she was going to revisit her conversation with you about his change in behavior. Draco was left dreading how mad his father was going to be about his actions, but once he remembered why he did them, his mind shifted, and he didn’t care as much about what his father was going to say, only what he was going to say to you.
Summary- While cleaning you and your boyfriends house, you find a box of old photos and trinkets. In said box is also a letter, that you can assume is addressed to you.
Genre- Angst, Hurt/ No comfort
Warnings- Angst, mentions of Suguru leaving, past memories, old friendships,
Word Count- 1.7k
AN- Not proofread. I woke up this morning and had this idea. So it was written in less than a day.
You hummed along to the soft music that was playing in the background through your Bluetooth speaker. Your bare feet padded across the cold hardwood floor as you held a washing basket up on your hip. You entered your bedroom that your shared with Satoru and began to collect any and all pieces of clothing that were scattered around the room. Satoru had always had a habit of undressing on the spot and then jumping into the shower or bed without a care of where his clothes ended up.
As the basket grew heavy you placed it onto the bed and moved to your knees to retrieve a pair of socks that were hiding under the bed. When you pulled the socks away you almost didn’t notice the small brown box behind them. Curiosity got the better of you as your pulled the small box out from under the bed and onto your lap. The box was a dark brown and the lid was held on by a scrawny piece of twine. You didn’t recognize the box and almost placed it back where you found it out of respect for your boyfriends privacy assuming it was his, but something in you was telling you to open it, as if there was something in it you need to know.
You paused your music before you slowly and gently pulled at the thin piece of twine, ignoring the way it frayed under your touch, revealing its dated age. Just as slowly you lifted the fail boxes lid off and places it on the floor next to where you sat on your knees. Inside contained some small trinkets and photos you recognized, from your time spend at Jujitsu Tech. You carefully looked through them all, softly smiling at the bitter-sweet memories. You sometimes forget how much you miss your time at Jujitsu Tech. Back before everything got so complicated.
You spend a little longer looking at one photo in particular. It was a group photo of You, Shoko, Satoru and Suguru. Life was so much easier when that photo was taken, and you could easily tell that everyone’s smile wasn’t just for the camera, it was real.
You look at yourself in the photo, how happy and innocent you were, so unaware of what the following months would hold. If only you could warn your past self. However, a part of you is glad you can’t warn your past self, because you wouldn’t want to stain the smile you held. So instead your glad that you were happy while you could be.
After placing the last photo in the box aside, you noticed that sitting at the very bottom of the small box is a folded piece of paper. As you did with everything else the box contained, you picked up the piece of paper and slowly unfolded it, letting it reveal what seemed to be a letter. The letter didn’t seem to name the person it was addressed to at the beginning like most letters would, but instead held a date in place of what usually would of been a name.
24/09/2009
The September a year after graduation.
Just reading the date almost brought tears to your eyes. This letter was from a tough time in your life. A time where you had moved out to Tokyo following your graduation, and a time where you had lost contact with many important people in your life. Including Satoru, whom was now your boyfriend.
You left the September after graduation because the weight of what Suguru had done, and what he was becoming had began to chip away at you. You felt like you couldn’t escape his actions, and his betrayal, and a part of you couldn’t help but feel guilty, always wondering if there was something you could have done differently to prevent such a tragedy.
You knew that when you had left it had hurt Satoru was well. You don’t like to think about it, but it probably felt like rubbing salt on an already very open wound.
Once you had returned and re-connected with Satoru, the conversations you two had about your time away was very limited, and often centered on your experience and perspective rather than his. As much as you wanted him to open up to you about his feelings on your absence, even if it was him telling you how much you hurt him, he never did; and you never wanted to push him to talk about something he so clearly didn’t want to. So, you always felt like you were missing a part of him, or a part of your relationship. Just something that he kept to himself.
Your eyes began to move past the date, as you slowly processed each word. Every second that you spent reading your eyes began to fill with hot, heavy tears. You finally let the tears spill with a sob when they began to blur your vision, preventing you from reading further. The letter filled in that missing piece of your relationship with Satoru. What he truly felt during your absence, and it was a love letter.
24/09/2009
I don’t even know how or where to begin. If I’m being honest I don’t even really know why I’m writing this. It’s not like I’ll even send it to you, or that anyone other than me will ever see it. I guess this letter is more for myself, then anyone else.
The truth is everything is so different now, and that’s fine, I don’t care. Everything in my life could flip upside down and I wouldn’t give a single shit. Except for you. You’re the only thing that I miss. Out of everything that has happened these past years, you’re the only thing I regret not holding onto. If I could turn back time I would. Just so I could hold onto you a little tighter, or even just one last time.
I’m so fucking lost without you, and I hate myself for not realizing what you’ve meant to me these past years. You’ve helped me through so much whether you realized it or not. You were my reason for waking up. You made everything about my life better without even meaning too. When I had a stupid clan meeting or something, just knowing I would get to see you after made it all worth it; and now that you’re gone I just don’t know what to do anymore. You were the only thing holding me together all this time, and I should of told you, I realize that now. Maybe if I had you wouldn’t of left.
I know why you left, and I don’t blame you, honestly. And I know that it’s selfish of me, but I want you back. I need you here with me. When you left it felt like you took a piece of me with you. A piece I can’t get back without you.
I never said it to your face and maybe it was because I never realized it, or because I didn’t want to accept it, but now I know. I know more than ever, that I love you. I love you so fucking much that I don’t know what to do without you. I can’t believe I’ve gotten to a point in life that you aren’t apart of.
I don’t want anyone else, and I never will. Everyone I get close to doesn’t even begin to compare. They just feel like a placeholder, filling in the time I have until I can find you again. No one will ever be you, and no one could mean as much to me as you do. I hope I get to see you again some day, because there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of you.
-Satoru xx
The house was oddly quite, and it almost felt still. Satoru slowly made his away further into the house, following the only sound he could barely hear. Your soft sobs.
He was drawn into the bedroom where he saw you sitting on the floor holding a piece of paper as hot tears streamed down your cheeks.
Satoru instantly knew what you were holding. He could tell even just by the layout of the paragraphs that had been scribbled down. He knew exactly what it was, because he had re-read it a millions times over; to the point where he could recite it from memory.
His heart sunk as he watched from the doorway. He hated seeing you cry, especially knowing he was the cause of it. That letter he wrote, so long ago, was never meant to cause harm or any tears aside from his own. It wasn’t even meant to see the light of day, but judging by the small piles of clothes and old boxes surrounding your sobbing figure, he could safely assume that you came across it while cleaning. He should of thrown it away, a long time ago; he knew that, but for some reason he just felt like he couldn’t. Like he would be throwing away a piece of him.
Satoru opened his mouth so say something, but nothing came out. He wanted to say so much but nothing at the same time. You must have noticed his off-center breaths because you gently turned your head to face his tall figure. Seeing your puffy eyes and the tear stains on your cheeks made Satoru’s heart ache. He slowly took a step forward and as he was working up the courage to say something you interrupted him with a laugh.
A small teary laugh.
At first he thought it was a laugh of disbelief or anger, but then he saw a smile creep onto your face. It was wobbly from your sobs, but it was a smile none the less. His brows furrowed in confusion as you stood up and made your way over to him, instantly wrapping your arms around him.
He wasn’t sure if he was more confused or scarred. You weren’t angry or upset, but instead seemingly happy.
His body instinctively hugged you back and he tried to process what was happening.
“I love you so much” You whispered against his neck where you buried your face as your hugged him tighter. Not that you could see, Satoru’s eyes slowly widened as he came to realization. His heart began to break as he realized.
