Marked by Monsters
Request: Yes / No hiii(I requested a little while back with a similar reader if that’s okay) Could I request a Draco with a hufflepuff who’s newt’s granddaughter (was raised by him) and he has a crush on her because she’s nice and kind to anyone no matter who they and she’s never been mean to him no matter how mean he has been (even though he can’t be mean to her because he likes her and because she can even pick up on anyone being mean ) but his parents find out and his father ends up telling him they could never be together because she’s a blood traitor who’s friends with harry and that her parents were dark wizard hunters and they were killed by a greyback infront of her and maybe it ends with Draco saving her from greyback who was going to turn her literally just because he hates her because her parents maybe killed one of his pack mates or something 🥹 (Also can reader be scared of werewolves like deathly afraid) no pressure bye 🥹🙏💕 sorry for any grammar mistakes I’m bad with spelling and stuff @lydiadeetz-666
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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Scamander!Reader
Newt Scamander x Granddaughter!Reader
Word count: 3556
Warnings: Mentions of death and trauma
Y/N: Your Name
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*Draco’s POV*
The first time I noticed Y/N, she was kneeling in the grass by the edge of the Black Lake, her sleeves rolled up, and her hands cupped carefully around a trembling creature. I hadn’t meant to stop. I had been on my way back from the dungeons, irritation simmering under my skin after another tedious Potions lesson, when something bright cut through my mood like sunlight through storm clouds. It was her soft, golden laughter. I paused, for just a second, but that was all it took. She didn’t see me at first. Her attention was entirely on the small, shaking Bowtruckle perched in her palm, its twig-like limbs quivering as though the world itself had offended it.
“It’s alright.” She murmured softly, voice warm as honey. “No one’s going to hurt you. You probably just got separated, didn’t you?”
I leaned against a tree, arms crossed, watching. I didn’t know why. I told myself it was curiosity. Or boredom. Or maybe I was just watching to see if she’d mess up- drop the creature, or scare it off, or prove she wasn’t as perfect as she looked.
But she didn’t.
She smiled, gentle and patient, and the Bowtruckle slowly stilled, its tiny fingers curling around her sleeve like it trusted her. And that was… strange. Creatures didn’t trust people like that. Not without reason.
“See?” She whispered. “You’re safe.”
I scoffed quietly under my breath. Ridiculous. And yet… I didn’t leave.
Y/N Scamander had arrived at Hogwarts only a few weeks earlier, but somehow, everyone already knew her. Not in the loud, dramatic way people knew Potter or the irritating Weasley twins, but in a quieter, softer way. People said things about her.
“She helped me with my Herbology homework.”
“She stayed up with me when I couldn’t sleep.”
“She fixed my wand grip without making me feel stupid.”
“She remembered my name.”
I didn’t understand it. Kindness, to me, had always come with conditions, or expectations, or judgment wrapped neatly in politeness. But Y/N… she didn’t seem to work that way. And I hated that I noticed.
“Oi, Malfoy!”
I turned, expression already sharpening into its unusual cold sneer as Blaise Zabini approached.
“What.”
Blaise jerked his head toward the Great Hall doors. “Your Hufflepuff friend’s looking for you.”
My stomach did something unpleasant.
“I don’t have a Hufflepuff friend.”
Blaise raised an eyebrow. “Y/H/C, always smiling, weirdly obsessed with magical creatures? That one.”
My ears burned.
“She’s not-”
“Draco!”
I froze.
That voice. Soft. Bright. Unmistakably hers.
I turned slowly, already feeling something dangerously close to panic creeping up my spine. Y/N stood a few feet away, waving like she hadn’t a care in the world. Her Hufflepuff robes were slightly rumpled, like she’d been running, and there was a smudge of dirt on her cheek. She looked… happy to see me. That was the worst part.
“Hi!” She said, walking over. “I’ve been looking for you.”
I glanced at Blaise, who was now very clearly trying not to laugh.
“Why would you be looking for me?” I asked stiffly.
Y/N tilted her head slightly, studying me. I felt like she could see straight through me.
“I wanted to thank you.” She said.
I blinked.
“...For what?”
“For helping me in Potions yesterday.”
I frowned. “I didn’t help you.”
“You did.” She insisted gently. “You told Professor Snape I measured the ingredients correctly when he thought I didn’t.”
My throat tightened. I hadn’t meant to do that. It just… happened. Snape had been about to dock her points unfairly, and before I could stop myself, I spoke up. It had been instinct, and I regretted it immediately.
“I was correcting him.” I muttered. “That’s all.”
Y/N smiled. Not mocking, or smug, just… warm.
“Well, thank you anyway.” I said.
I looked away. I didn’t like the way my chest felt.
It became a problem. That’s what I told myself. A problem. Because no matter how hard I tried to ignore her, Y/N kept… appearing. In the library, sitting across from me with a stack of books, offering me a soft smile before returning to her reading. In the corridors, walking beside me like it was the most natural thing in the world, talking about creatures, or class, or anything at all. At meals, somehow ending up near me, asking if he’d eaten enough. No one did that. No one ever asked me if I’d eaten enough. It was… unsettling. And worse? She was never mean. Not when I snapped at her. Not when I ignored her. Not even when I deliberately tried to push her away.
“Why are you like this?” I demanded one afternoon, after she caught up to me outside the greenhouse.
She blinked. “Like what?”
“Nice.” I said, the word sounding foreign on my tongue. “To me.”
She considered that for a moment. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
I stared at her.
“Do you not-” I stopped, frustrated. “Do you not see how people treat me?”
“I see how people treat you.” She said quietly.
“Then why-”
“But I also see how you treat people.” She cut me off.
I scoffed. “Exactly.”
Y/N shook her head.
“No.” She said softly. “Not exactly.
I frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She stepped a little closer, not enough to invade my space, but enough that I couldn’t ignore her.
“I think you’ve learned to be mean before anyone can be mean to you first.”
My breath hitched.
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Maybe.” She said gently. “But I don’t think you’re a bad person, Draco.”
“You don’t know me.” I said, but the words felt weaker than they should have.
Y/N smiled, small and soft.
“Then I’d like to.”
Just like that, I was completely and utterly ruined.
I tired to fight it. Merlin, I tried. I avoided her. Ignored her. Threw myself into my usual routines, my usual sneers, my usual sharp words. But none of it worked. Because every time I saw her- Helping a first-year who dropped their books, laughing with a group of Ravenclaws, kneeling in the grass, whispering to some creature like it was her equal- something in me shifted. Something I didn’t want. And yet… I couldn’t stop watching.
“Just ask her out.”
I nearly choked on my drink.
“Excuse me?”
Blaise leaned back in his chair, looking entirely too amused.
“You heard me.”
“I am no-” I lowered my voice sharply. “I am not asking her out.”
“Why not?”
I opened my mouth, then closed it.
Because the trust was, I didn’t know. Or rather… I did, and I didn’t like it.
“Because it’s pointless.” I said finally.
Blaise studied me for a moment.
“You’re scared.” He said simply.
My eyes flashed. “I am not scared.”
“Then what?”
I clenched my jaw.
“She deserves better.”
Blaise didn’t laugh this time; he just sighed.
“Maybe, but that’s not your decision to make, is it?”
I didn’t answer.
It happened on a rainy evening. I found her by accident, or at least, that’s what I told myself. She was sitting under one of the covered walkways in the courtyard, knees pulled to her chest, watching the rain like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
“You’ll catch a cold.” I said before I could stop myself.
Y/N looked up, surprised, and then smiled.
“Hi, Draco.”
There it was again, that feeling. I stepped closer despite myself.
“You’re going to get sick.” I repeated.
“I won’t.” She said lightly. “I like the rain.”
I hesitated, then sat down a short distance away. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The sound of rain filled the silence.
“I’ve been thinking.” Y/N said eventually.
I stiffened. “That’s dangerous.”
She laughed softly.
“About you.” She added.
That made it worse.
“Why?”
“Because you’re confusing.” She said simply.
I huffed. “I’m not confusing.”
“You are.” She insisted gently. “You act like you hate everyone, but you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
“No.” She said, smiling slightly. “You don’t.”
I looked away.
“Why do you care?”
The question came out sharper than I intended. Y/N didn’t flinch.
“Because you matter.” She said.
My chest tightened.
“Don’t.” I said quietly.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because they’re not true.”
She studied me for a long moment. Then she shifted closer, just enough that I could feel her presence beside me.
“I think you’ve been told that for so long, you don’t know how to believe anything else.” She said softly.
I swallowed hard.
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“Then tell me.”
I let out a shaky breath.
“I’m not… good.” I finally said.
Y/N didn’t interrupt.
“I’ve done things.” I continued, voice quieter now. “Siad things. Hurt people.”
She nodded slowly.
“I know.”
I blinked, startled.
“You… know?”
“You’re not subtle.” She said gently.
I let out a humorless laugh.
“Then why-”
“Because that’s not all you are.” She said firmly.
I looked at her, really looked at her. And for the first time, I saw it. Not just kindness, or warmth, but something stronger. Something that didn’t waver.
“You’re allowed to be more than the worst things you’ve done.” She said softly.
My throat tightened. No one had ever told me that before.
“Why do you care about me?” I asked, barely above a whisper.
Y/N smiled.
“Because you care.” She said.
I frowned. “About what?”
“About people, even if you pretend you don’t.” She said simply.
I shook my head.
“You’re wrong.”
“Am I?” She asked.
I hesitated, and that was answer enough.
The rain softened. The world felt quieter, smaller.
“Y/N.” I said suddenly.
She looked at me.
“Yes?”
My heart was racing. This was a mistake. A terrible, irreversible mistake, but I couldn’t stop.
“I-” I faltered, then forced myself to continue. “I don’t know how to be… what you think I am.”
She tilted her head.
“I don’t need you to be anything.” She said gently.
“That’s not true.”
“It is.” She insisted. “You don’t have to change overnight, or at all. You just… have to be honest.”
Draco laughed weakly.
“That’s worse.”
She smiled.
“Maybe.”
I took a deep breath.
“I like you.”
The words hung between us. Heavy, terrifying, but real. Y/N blinked, then she smiled.
“I know.” She said.
I stared at her.
“You- what?”
She laughed quietly.
“You’re not as hard to read as you think you are.”
I groaned, burying my face in his hands.
“This is a disaster.”
“It’s not.” She said.
I peeked at her through my fingers.
“It’s not?”
She shook her head.
“No.”
Hope flickered, small, fragile, and dangerous.
“Why not?”
She reached out, gently pulling my hands away from my face.
“Because I like you too.” She said softly.
My breath caught. “You-”
“I do.” She said, smiling.
I stared at her like I didn’t quite believe it.
“Why?”
She laughed again, but there was something fond in it.
“Because you try, even when it’s hard. Even when you don’t think anyone notices.” She said.
I felt something in my chest crack open.
“And because you’re not nearly as mean as you pretend to be.” She added a little more teasing now.
I huffed.
“Don’t tell anyone that.”
She grinned.
“Your secret’s safe with me.”
I reached for her hand, and she let me. For the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel like I was fighting the world. I just felt calm.
After that night in the rain, everything changed, not loudly or dramatically. It wasn’t like the world shifted or Hogwarts suddenly looked different. It was worse than that. It became normal. Y/N and I… became normal. She didn’t make it complicated, she never did. She just… showed up. At first, it was small things. Walking together between classes, sharing a bench in the library, her fingers brushing mine ‘accidentally’ until I stopped pretending I didn’t notice. And then, one afternoon, she looked at me like I was something worth choosing, and said it.
“Do you want to go out with me, properly?”
I remember staring at her for a full ten seconds, like an idiot.
“Define properly.” I said, because of course I did.
She smiled. “Dinner, walks, sitting together without pretending we’re just ‘coincidentally’ in the same place.”
I swallowed.
“Yes.”
That was it. No fireworks or dramatic confessions. Just her smiling like I hadn’t just rearranged my entire world. And me realizing I didn’t want to go back.
Dating Y/N Scamander was… infuriating. Not because she was difficult, because she wasn’t. She was patient in a way that made me feel like I was constantly on the verge of being exposed. Like she could see every version of me I tried to hide, and still chose to stay. It made no sense. We didn’t hide it very well, either. Hufflepuffs noticed first, obviously. One of them nearly fainted when she kissed my cheek after Herbology. Slytherins noticed second.
Blaise just said, “Merlin help you.” And went back to reading.
Even Potter noticed eventually. He looked like he wanted to ask questions. I ignored him harder than usual. Y/N just waved at him since they were good friends. Because of course she was…
The first real crack came at Christmas. I hadn’t planned on going home. But I had no choice. The letter arrived folded too nearly, sealed with the Malfoy crest. Return home immediately. That was all it said. Y/N noticed the shift in me before I even told her.
“You’re leaving.” She said softly that evening, sitting beside me in the empty corridor.
I didn’t look at her. “Yes.”
“Not your idea.”
“No.”
She nodded slowly, like she understood something I hadn’t said.
“Will I see you over break?”
I hesitated.
“I don’t know…”
That made her quiet, but she didn’t push. She never pushed. Instead, she just reached for my hand.
“I’ll be here when you return.” She said.
It was a promise.
And I hated how much I needed it.
Malfoy Manor was colder than I remembered. Everything was too clean, too sharp, too quiet. And my Father was waiting in the drawing room like he’s been carved from stone and contempt.
“Draco.”
I stopped in the doorway.
“Father.”
He studied me the way one might inspect a damaged object. Then his eyes narrowed.
“I’ve heard things.”
“I’m aware.” I said carefully.
He stepped forward.
“About a girl.”
My stomach dropped.
“Who?”
He didn’t answer immediately. He didn’t need to. He knew I knew.
“A Scamander.” He said finally, voice like ice. “A Hufflepuff. Friend of Potter’s little circle of misfits.”
My hands curled slightly at my sides.
“She’s not-”
“Careful, you will not speak over me!” He interrupted sharply.
Silence.
Father circled me slowly.
“You are a Malfoy.” He said. “We do not associate with blood traitors.”
My jaw tightened.
“She’s not a blood traitor.”
That earned me a look, almost amused.
“Her parents were dark wizard hunters.” He said coldly. “She has been raised among people who wouldn’t happily see our family in Azkaban.”
My chest tightened.
“She’s not them.” I said.
Father stopped walking, and for the first time, his voice sharpened into something dangerous.
“You will end this.” He said.
I didn’t move.
“No.”
The word echoed. Father stared at me like I had spoken in a foreign language.
“You will do as I say.” He repeated slowly.
My heart was pounding now.
“No.” I said again.
Something dark flickered in his expression.
“You are not thinking clearly.”
“I am.”
“She is a liability.”
“She’s a person.” I snapped.
That made the room go still. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Father leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.
“Do you know what happened to her parents?” He asked quietly.
My blood ran cold.
“What?”
A slow, cruel smile.
“They were killed by Greyback.” He said. “Torn apart in front of her.”
My breath caught. The world tilted slightly. Father watched me carefully.
“She watched it happen.” He continued. “A little Hufflepuff girl raised by her grandparents after watching her parents die.”
My hands were shaking.
“You’re lying.” I said.
He tilted his head.
“Am I?”
Something in me cracked.
I didn’t sleep that night, I couldn’t. Because all I could see was her smile, her kindness. Her hands holding mine like I wasn’t something broken. And the idea of her watching her parents die… I felt sick.
I didn’t tell her, not yet. I couldn’t. Because the moment I saw her again at Hogwarts, sitting in the courtyard with a book in her lap and a smile waiting for me… I forgot how to breathe properly.
“Draco!” She called, standing immediately.
Merlin, she looked so happy. Like nothing in the world had ever touched her. Like she wasn’t carrying ghosts I hadn’t even known existed. I walked toward her anyway, and she noticed.
“What’s wrong?” She asked instantly.
I shook my head.
“Nothing.”
She didn’t believe me, but she nodded anyway.
“Okay, but you can tell me later.” She said softly.
I should’ve told her then.
The attack happened three days later. It was late, too late. I remember hearing the screams before I saw anything. The corridors were chaos. People shouting, wants drawn, and then… her. Y/N. Standing frozen in the courtyard entrance. White-faced and trembling.
“No…” She whispered.
I followed her gaze and felt my entire body go cold. Greybak. Standing at the edge of the Forbidden Forest like something dragged out of a nightmare. His eyes locked onto her instantly.
“Oh, there she is.” He growled.
Y/N took a step back.
“No…” She whispered again, voice shaking. I moved instantly.
“Y/N, get behind me.” I said sharply.
She didn’t move. She couldn’t. Her breathing was uneven now, panicked. And I saw it, the fear. Not normal fear, something deeper. Something primal.
“Run!” I ordered. But she was shaking too hard.
“I can’t-” She choked out.
Greyback laughed.
“Oh, I remember you.” He called. “Little Scamander girl.”
Y/N flinched violently at the name. Her hands were shaking so badly her wand nearly slipped.
“No…” She whispered. “No, no-”
I stepped foward.
“Leave her alone.” I said codly.
Greyback tilted his head.
“You’re the Malfoy boy.” He said. “Interesting.”
He took a step closer.
“I heard you’re fond of her.”
My grip tightened on my wand.
“Another step and I’ll-”
But Y/N made a small sound behind me. A broken, terrified inhale. I turned just in time to see her stumble back.
“Y/N!” I grabbed her arm. She was shaking so hard she could barely stand.
“I can’t…” She whispred again. “I can’t- please- he’s-”
I understood then. She wasn’t just scared. She was terrified of Werewolves. Not irrationally, or lightly, deathly afraid. Greyback noticed too. His grin widened.
“Oh, good.” He said softly. He moved, fast, too fast. I reacted on instinct.
“PROTEGO!” The spell slammed into him, throwing him back, but not far enough. He was laughing.
“Brave.” He snarled.
I didn’t look at him. I looked at her. Y/N was frozen, tears in her eyes now, breathing collapsing into panic.
“Draco…” She whispered.
“Listen to me.” I said sharply, stepping closer to her. “Look at me.”
She did, barely.
“I’ve got you.” I said. “Do you hear me?”
Her breathing hitched.
“I can’t-”
“You can. You’re not alone.” I said firmly.
A crash came from behind us. Greyback was coming again. I turned, and something inside me snapped. I didn’t think.
“STUPEFY!”
He dodged. But I was faster than I had ever been in my life.
“Stay behind me!” I shouted over my shoulder.
“I can’t-” She sobbed.
“Yes, you can!”
Another spell, another dodge. Greyback snarled. He lunged again, and this time he got close. Too close to her. Y/N screamed, and I lost it.
“NO!” I threw myself between them. His claws scratched my chest, pain exploding through me. But I stayed standing. Barely, but I stayed. Greyback paused, surprised. I raised my wand.
“Get away from her.”
His smirk widened.
“REDUCTO!”
The blast sent him flying back into the trees. He didn’t get up immediately. I didn’t care. I turned, Y/N was shaking on the ground now.
“Hey, hey, look at me.”
She couldn’t. Her eyes were unfocused, trapped somewhere else.
“No, not again… please…” She whispered.
My heart shattered. I grabbed her face gently.
“Y/N, it’s me, Draco. You’re safe.” I said softly.
Her breathing stuttered. Slowly, she looked at me. Something in her expression broke.
“I thought-” She choked. “I thought I was going to…”
“You’re not.” I said immediately. “You’re here and safe.”
Her hands gripped my sleeves like she was afraid I’d disappear. I pulled her into my arms, and she clung to me like I was the only solid thing left in the world.
Later, when everything was over, when Greyback was gone, and the professors had taken control, she still wouldn’t let go. And I didn’t make her. Because for once in my life, I didn’t care what my Father thought. I didn’t care what anyone thought. I just held her and whispered, over and over.
“I’ve got you.”
And I meant it.
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