a/n:: my own personal headcanons for draco! obvi you can think or feel however you want!
draco who shamelessly keeps a pack of hair ties in the potions classroom for you because you always forget to tie it up
"oh my gods, draco do you have a ha-" you'd groan out loud at your forgetfulness
"what color?" he'd hide the upturn of his lips, knowing he'd only bought apple green ones. it was on instinct; you look so good in green.
never catching an attitude, even when he is upset or annoyed with you.
"just please let one of us know next time you leave a party with someone." his eyebrows scrunched together.
"draco-" you'd sigh.
"we were worried, we couldn't find you. i just want to know you're safe." he'd shake his head, eyes watery from lack of sleep staying up waiting the night before.
"im sorry"
draco who lets you be yourself, with no judgement.
"granger sat next to me in the library! oh my god, she smelled so good. i think i'm in love, seriously." your head slamming down between your crossed arms in a huff.
"why don't you ask her on a date then?" he flipped the page he'd been reading, not even looking up.
"ugh, like she'd ever go out with me." you pout up at him.
"worst she can do is say no..." he'd finally look up, letting his head tilt a little while he thought. "or hex you. she scares me just a little."
getting fidgety with your affectionate touches, he swears you do it on purpose.
"can you stop moving?" you'd wiggle in your spot, exaggeratingly copying his movements.
"you're sitting on my lap, what do you expect me to do?" he'd grab at your hips to halt your wiggle.
"i don't know, let me be comfortable." you'd lean back against his chest with a slight huff. he'd immediately stop moving completely, even steadying his breath, in hopes you'd gain comfort and stay in his lap.
never letting you pay for anything for anything in shops.
"just a butterbeer please" you hadn't even looked at the shopkeeper, digging in your side bag for a coin.
"i got it" he'd place the payment on the counter faster than you'd even finished ordering.
draco who always stands off to the sidelines, watching your surroundings so you can enjoy yourself fully.
he noticed Cormac lingering behind you even after you had turned around and told him to piss off. "McLagen, go the fuck away."
"mate, come on. she looks so good, i just want to dance with her." Cormac would try to argue.
"she does look good, but not for you." he'd cross his arms and stand between you and the creep, cutting off his view of you without interrupting your own fun. you were completely oblivious to draco behind you now.
he can't stop the compliments from fumbling out of his mouth, no matter what you look like or where you were.
"you look ravishing, mon amour." he'd pass you a water bottle, smiling at your red skin and the hair stuck against it.
"i was just at practice. my hair is knotted and im sweaty, mon cher." you'd sneer at him, annoyed with your loss at a skirmish.
he'd smiled at your attempt to mock his pet name, but his heart would only swell "yes, i can see. you still look beautiful."
draco who can't, or rather doesn't care to, hide his feelings for you anymore.
"god, you're so in love with her, it's pathetic." blaise mocked him, watching him gaze at you reading a book across the room, none the wiser.
"oh please, its endearing and sweet." pansy would smile at him, patting his arm while his face rose into his own smile hearing you puff out a laugh at the page you were reading.
draco who finally confesses
"do you even realize how i feel about you?"
"what do you mean?"
"i mean, i'm in love with you. surely you've noticed."
A/N: This requested over on our Wattpad! I really hope this is okay. Always, if there's anything you think should be changed, just let me know!
You loved to spend your evenings in the library, the smell of ageing pages and vintage furniture always made you feel comfortable. Of course, you weren’t just here to admire your surroundings, but to actually study.
Most of your classes you had, were with your boyfriend, Draco. And somehow, it became harder and harder to focus on classes and get work done. The two of you gossiping as your classes went on without you. Only truly focusing in your Potion’s classes, too afraid to be faced with Snape’s discipline.
That brings you to now, sitting behind a withering table on a just as old chair, as the lamp in front of you flickered ever-so-slightly. You lift your head, stretching your neck as you tear your eyes from the book that felt excruciatingly longer than it was, turning to your mumbling boyfriend.
His book laid open on the table and his hands were quick to copy the printed words onto a yellow-tinted parchment, the hushed words falling from his mouth as he wrote them. As he dips his quill, he glanced your way, noticing your eyes on him.
Leaving the quill in the inkwell, he faces you, a couple bones popping as he shifts out of his previously uncomfortable position. His eyes soften as they fall on you, a small tired smile creeping its way onto his face.
Your lips mimic his, it wasn’t often you saw Draco this relaxed, it was truly a sight for sore eyes. It almost made you sad, his smile not as familiar as it used to be. You sigh, that wasn’t a thought for now.
“I don’t know how much longer I can do this before I either fall asleep or my hand falls off.” He shakes his hand awake as he lets out a scoff, you chuckle, agreeing with him. “I can barely keep my eyes open anymore.” You rub your palms against your aching eyes, trying to keep them open just a little longer.
“I say we take a break.” He leans back in his chair as he crosses his arms. “We’ve been at this for hours.” You hear a slight whine in his voice, you couldn’t deny, a break sounded great right about now. You nod, bringing your arms above your head, exaggeratingly stretching as you groaned.
Once your arms dropped, you brought one to the boy beside you, resting your hand against his cheek. His eyes flutter shut as he digs himself further into your touch, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, bringing you closer.
A tense breath left his lips “I missed you, this.” You let out a little chuckle. “We’re with each other almost all day, every day.” His eyes open back up to send you a playful glare, his other hand sending a soft hit to your leg. “You know what I meant. It’s not often we get peaceful moments, like these, to ourselves.”
You respond, a grin still slightly evident on your face. "I suppose this is nice, I can't say I haven't missed being with you, like this." Your thumb starts to draw little circles against his cold cheek. He hums, clearly enjoying the feeling of your warmer hand.
"You're truly gorgeous, Draco." You watch as pink starts to find its way on his face, his lips slightly twitching before he sunk into your shoulder. You both let out your own quiet laughs, his head dipping into the crook of your neck.
Your hand falls from his cheek, slowly grazing over his body before stopping against his lower back, your fingers twiddling with his loose robes. He follows your movements, bringing his arms around you and holding his hands against your own back.
“You’re too kind to me.” You feel Draco’s smile against your neck as he talks. Your head starts to lightly shake as you whisper back to him. “Only as kind as you deserve.” His head lifts back up, only a few inches from your face. “Thank you.” You feel his light breath fan against your lips before he presses his lips against your own.
The kiss is chaste, full of love and longing as you tangle your hand into his hair, pulling him deeper into you. His hands reach to your neck, wrapping around before slightly pulling you lower into him. The both of you part, breathlessly gasping before reconnecting.
He slowly pulls away after a few seconds, his cheeks about as red as his swelling lips. A comforting silence fills the room as your fingers comb through his hair, brushing down the messy flyaways. Draco slightly hums at the touch, eyes falling shut again.
Draco sighs as he falls back into you. "How are you feeling, Love?" You gently scratch against his scalp before he mumbles against you. "Mhmm.. Just tired." You nod, slightly pulling him off of you.
"C'mere." You lean back as you tap your thighs. He drozily lifts out of his chair, taking a seat in your lap. You keep your torso tilted back as his body completely falls into yours, arms wrapped around your shoulders as he lays his head in your neck.
"Rest well, Draco." Your hand draws and lightly drags around his back, your lips placing a soft kiss against his forehead. He whispers back a "G'night" before you hear his light snores.
A/N: I honestly enjoyed writing this, give me more Draco requests pleasee (jk)
The year was defined by spectacle. It was the year of foreign tongues echoing in the corridors, of a burning goblet, of dragons, and of the Triwizard Tournament. For most students, the atmosphere at Hogwarts was electric, a constant hum of excitement that vibrated through the stone floors.
For Draco Malfoy, however, the Fourth Year felt less like a celebration and more like a tightening noose.
The common room of Slytherin House was submerged in its usual sub-aquatic gloom, illuminated by the green lamps that cast long, skeletal shadows against the tapestries. It was late—well past curfew—and the room was mostly empty, save for the dying embers in the grate and a solitary figure seated at a table in the far corner, almost swallowed by the darkness.
Draco sat on a plush leather sofa near the fire, staring into the flames. He looked exhausted. The pale, pointed architecture of his face seemed sharper than usual, his skin possessing a translucent, unhealthy pallor. The "Potter Stinks" badges he had distributed with such glee weeks ago now felt heavy in his pocket, a juvenile prank that failed to distract him from the whispers in the manor at home. The Dark Mark had appeared in the sky at the World Cup. His father was tense. Karkaroff was pacing the halls. Something was shifting, and Draco, for the first time, felt small.
He dragged his eyes away from the fire and looked toward the corner table.
YN Dumbledore sat there, surrounded by a fortress of books.
It was a cosmic joke, really. The great-niece of the greatest blood-traitor of them all, Albus Dumbledore, Sorted into Slytherin. For three years, Draco had watched her navigate the Snake Pit with a detached, cool elegance. She wasn’t bullied—she was too brilliant for that, and her magic had a bite to it that even Crabbe and Goyle instinctively feared—but she was isolated. She carried the name of the Headmaster like a shield, or perhaps a target.
They had rarely spoken. A nod here, a sneer there. But tonight, the silence between them felt different. It was the silence of two people who were the only ones awake in a world that didn't understand them.
Draco stood up, his limbs feeling stiff. He needed a distraction. He needed to pick a fight, or at least prove he existed. He walked over to her table.
"Studying for O.W.L.s two years early, Dumbledore?" he drawled. His voice lacked its usual venom; it was merely tired. "Trying to prove you’re not just a nepotism case?"
YN didn’t look up immediately. She finished writing a sentence on a roll of parchment with a eagle-feather quill, then carefully dotted the end. She blew on the ink before raising her eyes. They were a piercing blue, startlingly similar to the Headmaster’s, but without the twinkle. Hers were calculating, cold, and tired.
"Insomnia, Malfoy," she said, her voice smooth and low. "Though I suppose that’s a big word for you. Shall I use smaller ones?"
Draco scoffed, pulling out the chair opposite her and sitting down without invitation. "I’m awake because I choose to be. Unlike you, hiding in the corner."
"I’m not hiding. I’m working." She gestured to the open text. Advanced Theoretical Arithmancy. "Some of us don't rely on our father's influence to pass classes."
"Watch your mouth," Draco snapped, though there was no heat in it. He slumped in the chair, rubbing his temples. "My father expects excellence. I provide it."
"You provide the drama," YN corrected, finally closing the book. She looked at him, really looked at him, analyzing the dark circles under his eyes and the slight tremor in his hand. "You look terrible, Draco."
It was the use of his first name that caught him off guard. She never used it.
"I’ve been practicing," he muttered, defensive.
"Practicing what? Looking like a corpse?"
"Spells. Defensive magic." He glanced around to ensure they were truly alone. "With Moody prowling around and Potter getting all the glory... one has to be prepared."
YN leaned back, crossing her arms. "Prepared for what? It’s a tournament. You aren't in it."
"Not for the tournament," he hissed. "For... everything else."
He didn't need to elaborate. YN Dumbledore knew more than she let on. Being a Dumbledore in Slytherin meant she heard the whispers of the children of Death Eaters, and she saw the letters her great-uncle received. She knew the lines were being drawn in the sand, and she knew exactly where Draco stood—teetering on the edge of a precipice.
"Show me," she said suddenly.
Draco blinked. "What?"
"Show me what you’ve been practicing. You’re clearly over-exerting yourself, which means you’re doing it wrong. If you’re going to keep me awake with your brooding, you might as well be entertaining."
Draco narrowed his eyes. "I don't need a tutor. Especially not a Dumbledore."
"Fine." She reached for her book again. "Go back to staring at the fire and worrying about Potter."
Draco’s pride, easily bruised and easily baited, flared. He stood up abruptly. "Fine. But not here."
They ended up in an abandoned classroom on the fourth floor, dusty and filled with unused desks stacked haphazardly against the walls. Moonlight streamed in through the tall, gothic windows, bathing the room in silver.
Draco took off his robe, tossing it onto a desk. Underneath, he wore his white shirt and black trousers, the tie loosened. He looked like a boy trying to be a soldier.
"I've been trying to master the Blasting Curse," Draco admitted, rolling up his sleeves. "Confringo. But not just the standard impact. I want to control the radius."
YN sat on top of a desk, her legs swinging slightly. She looked entirely out of place in the dusty room, her Slytherin tie pristine, her posture perfect. "Controlled volatility. Difficult. If you push too much magic into the core of the spell without binding the edges, it backfires."
"I know the theory," Draco snapped. He raised his hawthorn wand.
He took a breath, focusing on a stack of old textbooks at the far end of the room. He needed to prove he was strong. He needed to prove he wasn't just Lucius Malfoy’s son, but a wizard in his own right.
"Confringo!"
A jet of orange light erupted from his wand. It hit the books, but instead of a contained explosion, the air buckled. A shockwave rippled outward, violent and hot. The books didn't just explode; they disintegrated into ash, but the force of the spell rebounded off the stone wall, rushing back toward Draco.
He threw up a shield charm, but he was half a second too slow. The shockwave slammed into him, lifting him off his feet and throwing him backward into a pile of desks.
"Draco!"
The world went black for a moment, spinning in a kaleidoscope of pain and ringing silence.
When awareness began to trickle back, it wasn't visual at first. It was the feeling of cold stone under his back and something soft under his head. The smell of dust and ozone was heavy in the air. His shoulder throbbed with a dull, aching rhythm.
He groaned, the sound scraping against his throat.
"Don't move," a voice commanded. It was sharp, authoritative, but laced with a sliver of concern.
Draco forced his eyes open. The room was blurry. He blinked, trying to clear the haze. Slowly, the face hovering above him came into focus. Long, dark hair framed a pale face. Blue eyes were scanning him intently.
YN was kneeling on the dusty floor beside him. She had conjured a cool, damp cloth and was pressing it to a cut on his forehead.
"Look who's awake," she said softly.
Draco tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea pushed him back down. "What... what happened?"
"You overpowered it," YN said, her voice dropping to a lecture tone, though her hands remained gentle. "Just as I said you would. You poured all your frustration into the spell. Magic requires intent, Draco, but it also requires discipline. You attacked those books like they were Harry Potter himself."
"They looked like him," Draco mumbled, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips before he winced. "Did I destroy them?"
YN glanced at the pile of ash across the room. "You vaporized them. And nearly concussed yourself in the process. I’ve healed the cut on your head, but you’re going to have a majestic bruise on your shoulder tomorrow."
Draco closed his eyes again, simply breathing. It was strange. He should have been humiliated. A Malfoy, knocked out by his own spell, being tended to by a Dumbledore. He should be pushing her away, sneering, making an excuse.
But he didn't. He felt oddly safe.
"Why did you help me?" he asked, his voice quiet in the vast, empty room.
YN paused, pulling the cloth away to inspect his forehead. "Because despite your best efforts to be intolerable, you are my Housemate. And because... I know what it looks like."
Draco opened his eyes. "What what looks like?"
"The pressure," she said simply. She shifted, sitting back on her heels but remaining on the floor next to him. "The weight of a last name that walks into the room before you do."
Draco let out a bitter laugh. "Your name opens doors. My name... my name is starting to close them."
"My name comes with expectations of saintliness," YN countered. "Do you know how disappointing it is to people when they realize I’m ambitious? When they realize I’m in Slytherin? I’m the 'Dark Dumbledore' to them. An anomaly. A failure."
"You're top of the class," Draco pointed out.
"That just makes them hate me more. If I were stupid, I’d be a pity. Because I’m smart, I’m a threat." She looked down at her hands. "Uncle Albus tries, in his way. He sends me lemon drops and vague letters about making good choices. But he looks at me and he sees... potential for darkness. Just because I wear green. But everyone fails to realize that all I care about is decent grades and watching mooncalves as dusk on the hillside from the astronomy tower. If that screams darkness, then I’m a black hole apparently."
Draco turned his head to look at her. For the first time, he saw her not as an extension of the Headmaster, but as a mirror.
"My father," Draco began, the words tumbling out before he could stop them, "He thinks I’m soft. He thinks I’m not... ready. For what’s coming."
"Are you?"
"I don't know," Draco whispered. The admission felt like treason. "I want our family to be on top. I want to be powerful. But I don't want..." He trailed off, unable to articulate the dread that pooled in his stomach whenever he saw the Dark Mark.
"You don't want to be a soldier," YN finished for him.
"I'm a Malfoy. We lead."
"Leaders don't blow themselves up in empty classrooms at two in the morning," she said, but she offered him a small, genuine smile. "Here."
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial of chocolate. Not a chocolate frog, but actual, high-quality chocolate. She broke off a piece and handed it to him.
"Eat. It helps with the shock."
Draco took it. The chocolate was rich and dark, melting on his tongue. It grounded him.
"You're not going to tell anyone about this?" Draco asked, his guard slowly inching back up.
"That the Prince of Slytherin knocked himself out? It would make a great story," she mused. Then she shook her head. "No. I won't tell. Mutually Assured Destruction."
"What do you have to hide?"
"I was out of bed after curfew helping a Malfoy. If my Aunt Abernathy found out, she’d send a Howler. And I would much like to avoid that at all costs. Thanks."
Draco let out a huff that was almost a laugh. He pushed himself up into a sitting position. The room spun less this time. He rubbed his shoulder, grimacing.
"You're decent at Healing Charms," he grudgingly admitted.
"I'm decent at everything, Draco. Try to keep up." She stood up, brushing the dust from her robes. She extended a hand toward him.
Draco looked at the hand. It was a pale, slender hand, offering him help. Taking it felt like crossing a line. It felt like an alliance that shouldn't exist.
He took it.
She pulled him to his feet. He swayed slightly, and she steadied him with a hand on his uninjured arm. They stood close for a moment, the moonlight illuminating the dust motes dancing between them.
"You should go to the Hospital Wing for a Calming Draught," she suggested.
"I'm fine," he straightened his shirt, regaining his composure. The mask of Draco Malfoy was sliding back into place, though it felt thinner than before. "I just need sleep."
"Then let's go. Filch is patrolling the third floor, but if we take the staircase behind the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, we can cut him off."
Draco looked at her with newfound respect. "You know the secret passages?"
"I'm a Dumbledore," she smirked, a quintessential Slytherin expression. "I know everything about this castle."
They walked back to the dungeons in silence, but it was a companionable silence. They moved as a unit, checking corners, listening for footsteps. When they finally reached the stone wall that hid the entrance to the Slytherin common room, Draco paused.
"YN," he said.
She turned, her hand on the wall. "Draco?"
"About what I said... regarding your family."
"I know," she cut him off. "And I know what my family says about yours."
"I don't think you're a failure," he said, the words stiff but sincere. "For a blood traitor's niece, you're... acceptable."
YN rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched upward. "High praise, coming from the Ferret."
Draco bristled. "Do not call me that."
"Get some sleep, Malfoy. And stop practicing volatile magic alone. Next time, if you want to blow something up... ask me. I know a better spell for it."
She whispered the password—"Pureblood"—and the wall slid open.
They entered the common room. It was empty now, the fire reduced to white ash. They stood there for a moment, two heirs to two very different, very heavy legacies.
"Goodnight, Draco," she said, heading toward the girls' dormitories.
Draco watched her go. "Night, YN."
He walked to the boys' dormitory, his shoulder aching, his head throbbing, but his mind strangely clear. He lay in his four-poster bed, staring up at the green velvet canopy. The dread of the coming war was still there, lurking at the edges of his consciousness. The pressure from his father hadn't vanished.
But as he closed his eyes, he realized he didn't feel quite so alone in the dark. He had an ally. A Dumbledore, of all people.
It was a dangerous friendship. It was illogical. It was entirely contradictory to everything he had been raised to believe.
Draco smiled into his pillow. It was exactly what he needed.
The weeks that followed the incident in the classroom shifted into a strange, unspoken routine. To the outside world—to Potter, Weasley, and Granger—nothing had changed. Draco still sneered in the corridors, and YN still walked with her head down, books clutched to her chest, ignoring the whispers.
But in the common room, the dynamic had altered.
Draco would sit by the fire, and YN would occupy her usual table. Occasionally, their eyes would meet. A subtle nod. A shared look of disdain when Pansy Parkinson shrieked too loudly about the Yule Ball.
When the Yule Ball was announced, the panic in the common room was palpable. Boys were posturing, girls were giggling in huddles. Draco, naturally, had his pick, eventually settling on Pansy simply because it was expected.
Two days before the ball, Draco found YN in the library. She was hidden in the stacks, sandwiched between Hogwarts: A History and a pile of charms scrolls.
"Who are you going with?" Draco asked, leaning against the bookshelf, blocking her light.
YN didn't look up. "I'm not going."
"It's mandatory for fourth years and above."
"I'm going to make an appearance, drink some punch, and then leave. I don't have a date, and I don't want one."
"Blaise was looking at you," Draco noted.
"Blaise wants to know if I can introduce him to the Headmaster so he can ask for special permissions. I'm not a networking tool."
Draco hummed. "Wear green."
YN finally looked up. "Excuse me?"
"Wear green to the ball. Emerald. It suits you. And it reminds everyone which side of the castle you belong to."
YN studied him for a long moment. "Are you giving me fashion advice, Malfoy?"
"I'm giving you strategic advice. If you're going to stand alone, look like a queen while you do it."
She smiled, a small, genuine thing that didn't reach her eyes often. "I'll keep that in mind."
On the night of the ball, Draco stood at the bottom of the staircase, Pansy clinging to his arm in her frilly pink dress. He looked bored, scanning the crowd. Then, he saw her.
YN descended the stairs. She had taken his advice. She wore a sleek, emerald green dress that shimmered like dragon scales in the torchlight. It was elegant, understated, and undeniably Slytherin. Her hair was pulled back, revealing the sharp line of her jaw.
People stared. Whispers broke out. Is that the Dumbledore girl?
She walked through the crowd with her chin up, looking neither left nor right. As she passed Draco, she didn't stop, but she caught his eye.
"Nice dress," he muttered, low enough that only she could hear.
"Nice robes," she retorted, equally quiet. "Try not to step on Pansy's feet."
She swept past him, heading toward the drinks table. Draco watched her go, a smirk playing on his lips. Pansy tugged on his arm. "Draco, look! Krum is here!"
"I see him," Draco said, his attention snapping back to the present.
Later that night, when the music was loud and the weird sisters were screaming on stage, Draco stepped out onto the balcony for air. It was snowing lightly.
He found YN there, leaning against the stone railing, watching the white flakes fall into the dark grounds.
"Hiding again?" he asked, joining her at the railing.
"Observing," she corrected. "It's chaotic in there."
"It's a nightmare," Draco agreed. He brushed a snowflake off his velvet sleeve. "Potter looks ridiculous."
"He usually does," YN conceded.
They stood in silence for a while, the cold biting at their cheeks.
"My father wrote to me," Draco said quietly. "He's not happy about my grades in Transfiguration. Says I'm letting myself be distracted."
"McGonagall is a tough grader. Especially for us."
"He says... he says big things are coming. That I need to be ready to choose my loyalties."
YN turned to face him. The light from the Great Hall cast a golden glow on one side of her face, leaving the other in shadow. "And where do your loyalties lie, Draco?"
"With my family," he said automatically.
"And if your family is wrong?"
Draco gripped the cold stone railing. "They can't be wrong. They're my family."
YN sighed, a puff of white mist in the cold air. " Uncle Albus says that we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy."
"Easy for him to say," Draco spat. "He's the most powerful wizard alive."
"Power doesn't make the choice easier. It just makes the consequences heavier." She reached out, her hand hovering over his arm before she rested it gently on his velvet sleeve. A gesture of solidarity. "You're not just a Malfoy, Draco. You're you. Don't forget that."
Draco looked down at her hand, then up at her eyes. For a moment, the mask fell completely. He looked young, and scared, and desperate for someone to tell him it would be okay.
"I don't know how to be anyone else," he whispered.
"They will try to teach you to be someone completely other than you," she said firmly. "We have time. We're only fourth years."
"Time is running out," Draco murmured, thinking of the Dark Mark, of the whispers, of the fear in his mother's eyes.
"Then we'll make the most of it." YN pulled her hand back and shivered. "I'm freezing. I'm going back to the common room."
"I'll come with you," Draco said instantly. "Pansy can find her own way back."
"Scandalous," YN teased.
"Practical," Draco corrected.
They left the balcony together, leaving the noise of the ball behind them. As they walked down into the dungeons, the air grew colder, but the familiarity of the stone walls was comforting.
They were Draco Malfoy and YN Dumbledore. Two opposites, two contradictions, bound by the silver and green of their house and the crushing weight of their names.
In the darkness of the dungeon, as they parted ways for the night, Draco felt a strange sense of calm. The storm was coming—he knew it, and she knew it. The world outside was fracturing.
But in here, in the quiet dark, he was awake. And so was she.
Summary: i suck at writing summaries so I’m gonna give you the gist of it. Basically inspired by Conan gray’s song ‘Heather’. Childhood best friends to strangers to lovers kinda stuff.
Draco Malfoy x oc
Esmeray moon is my original character, like it’s only the name really because every time I write her she’ll look different. You can pretend it x reader, but i just prefer using a name and i obviously can’t use mine so anyways enjoyyy.
no voldy au
Heather masterlist
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Esmeray was enjoying her last year at Hogwarts, even though all the professors kept lecturing seventh years on the upcoming NEWTS,(keep in mind it had only been two months since the year started) Esmeray and her friends found ways to make their year memorable.
Most of the time Esmeray and her two best friends Pansy and Daphne, roamed around the castle exploring every nook and cranny. Each time they found a place never found before.
She savoured every meal there and could see that every seventh year was doing the same. Clearly everyone was terrified at the thought of making their own food.
So in between classes, amazing food and amazing friends her year was going pretty good.
Though there was a small shadow in all that light.
To ensure a good day Esmeray always made sure she never crossed paths with her childhood best friend and his girlfriend.
Let me tell you why.
Till fourth year Esmeray and Draco had been inseparable. Best friends since they were born everyone believed they would be together till death.
In all honesty, Esmeray believed they would be together till death.
She really hoped it to, for during fourth year she found herself fancying her best friend Draco. She really thought he had liked her to, that was until He asked the worst person in Hogwarts to go to the Yule ball.
Heather gold.
They called her angelic heather.
She was in hufflepuff, An O student, kind to everyone, and so so so pretty.
It wasn’t a surprise Draco had fallen for her. That was okay, Esmeray never expected anything to happen between her and Draco, she was content with being friends.
He only asked her to a ball, its not like she’s going to take Esmeray’s place, right?
Wrong
Everything went downhill from the ball. Draco and Heather were inseparable. He began bailing on Esmeray to hang out with Heather and after a while Esmeray saw angelic Heathers other side.
Jealous Heather
Draco had finally made time for Esmeray one week, and instead of expressing how much he missed her or was looking forward to spending time with her. He looked at her with guilt and said -
“Heather doesn’t like that you’re so close to me, she told me to choose between the two of you”
That’s all Esmeray had heard before she sprinted away. She didn’t hear Draco calling after her and trying to follow her. She locked herself in the girls lavatory and sobbed.
Of course anyone would choose angelic Heather over Slytherins outspoken Esmeray.
Heather had all the beauty in the world whereas Esmeray always had a gaunt look, sometimes described as snobbish. Heather always spoke soft and understood others whereas Esmeray always argued to prove her point and didn’t care about anyone’s opinion.
She only cared about Draco’s opinion.
Now he was gone. Maybe thats what made her befriend the two meanest girls in the school, who laughed at others hurt. She became one of them and unknowingly her targets were always hufflepuffs.
So that was that.
No Draco and Heather meant good day.
Today was not a good day. Pansy, Daphne and Esmeray were just minding their business when a hufflepuff prefect decided to tell them that they were making to much noise and it was disturbing the classes around them.
The girls ignored him, he was a fifth year and had never approached them before. The girls only attacked if provoked.
“You know I can take house points of you ” He looked less confident now.
“Oh dear, whatever will we do, loose the house up which was bound to be Gryffindor’s anyways” Daphne mocked.
Pansy and Esmeray laughed.
“Look, you slytherins might not take a hufflepuff seriously but I have more authority than you, I can give you detention”
Pansy smirked and said “I’m afraid you can’t, we’re booked with detentions till the next month”
The prefect frowned and before he could say more Draco and Heather came into view.
In Heathers eyes a frowning Hufflepuff standing stiff in front of three Slytherins girls lazily sitting on a window ledge meant trouble.
“What’s going on here” she approached them.
Esmeray rolled her eyes.
“I just told these three girls that they have to move due them causing disturbance for other classes” The hufflepuff said in a annoyed voice.
“You should listen to him, I’m head girl and I can give you detention” She tried to intimidate them with a stare.
Pansy giggled, she looked at the hufflepuff prefect “Are you going to tell angelic Heather here or should I?”
The prefect clenched his jaw and told Heather what Pansy had said earlier.
Heather threatened to make them booked for the next three months.
“Oh why does it matter the only class here is divination, who pays attention in that” Voiced Esmeray in a bored voice.
“I’ll have you know divination is my favourite subject” remarked Heather.
Esmeray grinned (by some muggleborn it was describe as a Cheshire Cat grin) “oh really, The only day I’ll believe in divination is the day you see the grim and die”
“Esmeray please, drop it”
Her grin dropped. She looked at the stunned faces of the prefect and Heather at what she had said and then turned to her friends. They looked like they would’ve laughed if he had not spoken.
Draco had said her name.
The way he used to say it.
It sounded so nice in his voice.
But he had said it in Heathers support.
She looked into his beautiful silver eyes grey eyes and put as much as bitterness she could conjure into her tone, “it’s Moon to you Malfoy”.
Draco flinched. He had no right to flinch Esmeray screamed in her head. She looked away and signalled her friends to leave.
While walking back Daphne had Pansy held Esmeray’s hands. She was glad for the support. She had told them everything one night when she was feeling really sad. After that she could always count on them to have her back and make sure Heather never picked on her(Which you might not believe it but had happened)by making her life hell.
Not a good coping mechanism but it was Heathers fault to, for some reason she always kept targeting them. They didn’t attack unless provoked and Heather kept provoking.
Afterwards, The girls did everything to avoid interactions like that. Pansy and Daphne knew it had affected Esmeray so they explored the castle all day, sat by the lake in shadowy place where it was clear that they didn’t want to be approached.
Esmeray did everything to ignore Draco more, but now somehow it was harder. Eye contact with him would occur more than she liked and in classes they didn’t share with Hufflepuff he was always sitting or standing closer than usual.
Potions was the worst. They were learning how to identify amortentia so the classroom reeked of Draco. Esmeray wasn’t stupid enough to say that so whenever the professor asked she would joke and say ‘herself’.
Whenever she did that she could always feel beautiful silver eyes grey eyes staring at her.
But overall she managed to avoid him enough to have good days.
One Friday night when she knew nobody would be awake till late due to there being a hogsmede trip the next day. She went down to the common room to read.
She curled up on a couch near the fireplace and read in silence.
“Wuthering heights, nice to see that part hasn’t changed about you Es- Moon”
The voice she loved hated spoke.
“What do you want” she asked in a crisp tone.
“Just here for some silence” He said sitting on the couch parallel to her.
She gave him silence and didn’t even look at him, which would’ve been easier if he stopped looking at her.
“You’ve changed so much,” he said breaking the silence.
“I thought you were here for some silence, Malfoy” Esmeray avoided his question.
“I never asked you to call me that,” He lowered his voice and said the next words with the hint of a plea. “Please say my name”.
Esmeray’s breath hitched, she knew if she looked at him she would come undone. So she focused her eyes on her book and pretended she hadn’t heard him.
He finally looked away from her her and leaned his head on the headrest while closing his eyes.
“I don’t really like your new friends” He broke the silence again.
“Unfortunately I don’t have boyfriend to tell me to choose between him and them” She regretted it the second she said it. Something shifted and Draco leaned forward abruptly.
“Esmeray, you didn’t even hear me out that da-“ his voice was desperate and fast. It hurt Esmeray’s soul to hear that ache is his voice but she knew she had to cut him off.
”Malfoy, forget I said anything .” She stood up and without facing him made way towards the girl dorms.
“Please come back Esmeray, I’ve missed you”
His voice echoed throughout the silent room.
Esmeray ceased and then pretended she hadn’t heard him.
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part two is up!
btw if by chance anyone knows how put Part 2’s link here please tell me because the html format isn’t working.
A few things I haven’t described any features of Esmeray or Heather because I want to leave them up to you. Of course as i said you can read this as an ‘x reader’ and everyone has a heather in their life so you can imagine heather as her.
If you don’t have a heather in your life, you are the luckiest person alive.
I’m sorry if you don’t like Esmeray and her friends personality i promise theirs an explanation. I don’t know if its valid but i think its enough.
Draco has a young daughter he doesn’t know about. One day, he sees YN for the first time since he left (during the war) and he sees YN with a little girl with platinum blonde hair. Naturally, he wonders whether or not he’s the father of the young girl
YN closed her eyes, seeing flashbacks from before the war.
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"I love you so much, YN"
"I love you too, Draco"
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"Draco why are you doing this? Why are you leaving?"
"To protect you"
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Positive pregnancy test
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Missing Draco and wondering if he'll come back
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Giving birth
"It's a girl"
"Where's the father?"
"I don't know....."
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YN flung her eyes open at the sound of her platinum blond 2 and a half year old daughter, Amelia's voice, bringing her back to reality. She thinks about Draco a lot, she really does still miss him. She's sure he doesn't know about Amelia, and she's losing hope that he ever will.
YN hasn't dated anyone since Draco, even though it's been 3 years since he left for the war and she hasn't heard from him since.
I hope he comes back
I need him
I still love him
"Mummy?"
YN snaps out of her mind again.
"Yes baby?"
"I want this", Amelia says, pointing to a blue, frilly tutu and beaming with happiness
YN giggles at her daughter, but agrees because it would go perfectly with Amelia's(Draco's) eyes.
Oh how she longed to gaze into his eyes again...
Just as she's thinking about him, she almost sees him standing outside the shop, but when she turns to look, nobody is there.
I'm probably just seeing things, after all I was thinking about him.
She continues shopping, when she thinks she sees him again but this time she really thought he was there. She turns to look, but nobody. She grabs Amelia and runs outside onto the streets where she thought she saw him standing, and looks around frantically, hoping the man of her dreams will be there.
With no luck, she tiredly holds Amelia's hand, bringing her into a restaurant across the street from the shop they were in.
Then, she thinks she sees him again. This time, inside the restaurant. However, when she turns around to see, he's not there.
She gloomily turns back to face the table, feeling tears well up in her eyes when she sees a letter sitting directly in front of her.
She notices it's written in his handwriting.
"Is she mine?"
The note reads, sending YN chills
YN covers her mouth in shock, feeling tears heavily streaming down her cheeks, frantically looking around the restaurant for him and nodding her head, holding her heart.
"Yes", she softly says to no one in particular
YN doesn't even order food before grabbing her daughter and leaving the restaurant.
The two of them stand outside on a corner, YN looking around the damp streets hoping, longing for her Draco.
She pulls out a pen and paper, and quickly scribbles,
"Draco, if you find this, please come back. I'm not mad, I just miss you. Please come by this evening, my address is _____________.
Love, YN"
YN lays the paper on a nearby bench, hoping he's still hiding somewhere, watching her before apparating away with her daughter.
Once back inside her house, YN fixes Amelia dinner, too nervous to eat, herself.
7:00 PM
YN watches as Amelia happily finishes eating, and she takes her upstairs to run a bath for her.
She gives Amelia a bath, shampooing her platinum blond toddler hair for her, casts a spell to dry her off, helps her brush her teeth, and looks at the clock again.
8:00 PM
"Okay Amelia, it's time for bed come on", YN tries to sound normal, pretending she's not panicking inside.
Amelia climbs into her bed, pulls the covers up and says, "mummy tuck me in"
YN says, "please?"
Amelia responds quickly with ,"pees"
YN smiles at this, she loves her daughter. If only Draco were here to see this, he would love being a dad.
She tucks Amelia in, reading her Babbity Rabbity, a classic Wizard's tale.
With a light kiss on her forehead, Amelia quickly drifts off into sleep
8:30 PM
YN sighs, wondering if he'll even show. Was she imagining all of this? Was he ever even there at the store earlier? Or did she imagine it all....
She goes downstairs, to wait a bit more on the couch.
9:00 PM
YN looks outside, and just sees the night taking over the land. No Draco, just darkness.
She pours herself a small glass of red wine, and sits back on the couch, feeling herself growing tired.
She zoned out for a while, remembering everything she could about Draco. Oh how she longs for him to show.
10:00 PM
YN finished her glass of wine, and decides that he's probably not coming. Why would he want to come back to her? YN runs all this through her darkening mind, losing more and more self confidence as the clock continues.
10:30 PM
Maybe I'll just run myself a hot bath and try to relax. Maybe it's time I move on from him
YN climbs up the stairs and heads into her large bathroom and over to her massive tub. She sighs, but gets out her rose scented bubble bath, along with setting out several white candles around her bathroom.
11:00 PM
I'm going to go back downstairs to grab the bottle of wine, but first I'll start my water to fill up the tub. She takes a deep breath, and turns on her hot water, adding a very generous amount of rose scented bubble bath into the mixture. She sheds her clothes, and wraps her robe around herself before lighting a couple candles and heading down for the wine.
11:30 PM
As YN starts to climb her stairs again, she thinks she hears a soft knock at her front door.
She freezes, wondering if it could possibly be him, so she turns around and very cautiously opens her door.
There, standing in front of her, is Draco Malfoy.
YN wastes no time throwing herself into him, deeply hugging him and surrounding herself in his comforting scent.
"YN....", Draco says, hugging her back
YN pulls him inside and shuts the door, keeping the cold rain outside.
"Draco", YN breathily says, getting lost in his eyes
Draco takes a step forward, gently using his hand to lift her chin up so she's looking up at him
"I've missed you", he says, his eyes glossy and truthful
YN pulls him in for another tight hug, crying as she says, "I was scared you wouldn't come back"
"I'm sorry", was all that Draco could say. YN could feel that he truly meant it though, breaking her heart
Draco steps away and goes up to a picture of Amelia smiling, causing him to smile too.
"What's her name?", he sweetly asks
"Amelia"
"Amelia", he repeats
"She's beautiful", he adds
YN giggles a bit before saying, "she looks just like you, Malfoy"
He turns slightly, giving YN a slightly challenging but playful look.
Suddenly, YN gasps
"Merlin! I left the bath water running!", she quickly heads up the stairs, Draco close behind.
YN bursts into the bathroom, shutting off the water, luckily it hadn't overflown yet.
Draco slowly walks in to the candlelit bathroom, and he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
"Roses. I love the smell of roses. They remind me of you, YN", he softly says, lovingly gazing into her eyes
YN could feel the aroma and lighting in the bathroom unintentionally setting a certain mood between the two of them, but she wasn't upset about it. If anything, it made her fall even more in love with him.
YN uses her wand to light the remaining candles in the bathroom, Draco watching her every move
"I still love you, YN. I never stopped", Draco softly says out of nowhere
YN turns around to face him, and she walks up to him so that their chests are almost touching, and she whispers, "I still love you too"
These words instantly created some sort of magnetic force, pulling the two's lips towards each other.
YN closes her eyes, feeling fiery butterflies dancing in her stomach
When YN feels his soft lips touch hers, her entire nervous system feels like it's burning hot with desire. Desire for Draco.
He slowly and very softly kisses her, savoring the lovely moment.
Draco goes to pull away, feeling like he's overstepped a boundary, but YN grabs him by his shirt and pulls him right back, this time for a more passionate, longer kiss. Draco pulls YN's body against his own, deepening their kiss, making YN kick the bathroom door shut for some privacy in case Amelia wakes up
The two lock eyes, and realize that both of their gazes are lustful, prompting Draco to slowly untie YN's robe, his eyes never leaving hers
YN feels her robe drop around her feet, leaving her standing completely naked, mesmerizing Draco
YN starts unbuttoning his shirt, until Draco places his hand over hers, stopping her from continuing.
YN looks up at him, confused and hurt.
He probably isn't attracted to me anymore now that I've got a mom bod
YN takes a step back, and reaches for her robe, tears welling in her eyes
"Please don't", Draco whispers as she's turning away
YN turns back towards him, upset
"I have to tell you something first.... And please know that I had to do this to save my family, I didn't just do it willingly.", Draco nervously says
YN doesn't feel upset anymore, now she's just curious.
"Um... when I take my shirt off you're going to see something that will make you want to run. But please, stay and let me explain. Please, YN. Tell me you won't leave when you see it"
YN furrows her brows with concern, but nods her head, whispering "I'll stay"
With that, Draco removes his shirt, and guiltily holds out his forearm for YN to see.
As YN looks down at the dark mark printed into her lover's skin, she doesn't feel fear like she should. Instead, she pulls him in for a hug.
"This is why you left, to protect me", YN softly says, before pulling away and kissing him on the cheek, and mumbling "thank you, and I'm sorry you had to go through that"
Draco's jaw drops hearing this, and he immediately leans in for another passionate kiss.
This time, YN grabs his hand and pulls him towards the bathtub, before letting go and slowly sliding into the hot water herself.
Draco watches in awe, wondering how someone could be so perfect
He carefully drops his pants and boxers before gently climbing in the tub behind YN, wrapping his strong arms around her torso and kissing her neck from behind, emitting a gentle relaxed sigh from YN's lips
YN sits up, grabs the shampoo, and hands it to Draco before dipping her hair in the hot water
Draco takes this as a sign to lather some shampoo in his hands and he sensually massages it into YN's scalp, relaxing her. She leans back to rinse it out, and Draco applies conditioner throughout her hair, loving how soft her hair feels.
After rinsing, YN turns around so that she's facing Draco, and he can't help but allow his eyes to drift down and land on her round breasts. He takes a moment to admire her erect nipples, growing hard at the fact that her breasts have almost doubled in size due to pregnancy and the associated weight gain.
YN notices him staring, so she purposely sits up to reach up and shampoo his hair, giving him a full view of her breasts right in front of him.
After shampooing and conditioning his hair, YN hands Draco the coconut shower gel, and sticks her chest out expectingly, biting her lip
Draco's pupils dilate to where his eyes appear black, and he slowly applies some soap in his hands, lathering it up.
YN feels herself becoming aroused and excited, lightly shimmying her chest for Draco's pleasure
Draco places both hands above her breasts, and teasingly washes everywhere around them before finally allowing his hands to knead her plump breasts. YN let's out a sharp gasp at this, clearly enjoying Draco.
He purposely circles around her nipples, denying her the feeling of him pinching them.
Suddenly, Draco gently pushes YN back so she's leaning against the other end of the tub, facing him. He leans forward and sensually runs his hands up and down her body, gliding directly over her nipples, causing her to let out an involuntary moan.
Draco then allows his hands to slide lower and lower down her body, to where he's tracing small circles on her hips, making YN more than desperate at this point.
YN leans forward again, but this time she lifts her body so that she's sitting on Draco's lap.
Draco groans at the feeling of her warm, thick thigh resting on his painfully hard cock.
YN squeezes some body soap into her hands and begins rubbing it around Draco's chest, shoulders and neck. She scoots back off of his lap, leaning in closer to run her hands up and down his toned abs, tracing his V-line and getting dangerously close to his cock.
YN leans back and unplugs the drain, allowing the soapy water to retreat and slowly revealing more and more of each other's bodies.
YN stands up, and Draco watches in admiration as the water drips down and off of her curvy figure.
YN steps out of the tub, and bends over to get towels, making Draco stand up with the need to immediately caress her ass. He places one hand on each cheek, rubbing circles and grabbing handfuls before letting go to watch her plump bottom bounce back and forth.
YN feels wet, but not from the bath as she hands Draco a towel, quickly drying herself a bit.
YN then quietly opens the other door in her bathroom, revealing her bedroom. She quickly casts a few spells, moving the candles from the bathroom into the bedroom, keeping the low lighting and keeping the mood.
Draco watches YN as she walks to her bed, and he begins stroking his cock at the sight of her plump ass sitting perfectly on top of her thick thighs. She turns around to sit on her bed, and rubs her thighs together at the sight of Draco stroking himself.
Draco slowly walks towards YN, his hard dick standing proud and tall, leaking with precum.
YN pulls his arm, until he's laying on the bed next to her. She sits up, kitten licks his tip, causing him to throw his head back at the sensitivity, and asks, "do you want me baby" to which Draco replies with a whimper that sounded like a "yes"
YN straddles her lover, running his cock up and down her vulva to lube him up, causing them both to moan.
"Muffliato", YN casts, knowing what's to come
She slowly sinks down onto his dick, both moaning at the euphoric sensation. Once he's all the way in, they both gaze into each other's eyes, catching their breaths.
YN starts rocking back and forth on his cock, at a painfully slow pace, causing Draco to growl in painful pleasure
Draco reaches up and grabs handfuls of her tits, saying, "I fucking love you and your body"
YN starts to grow tired, so she slows down and Draco gets the message and flips them over so he's on top.
"Fuck, baby I can't keep myself off of you", he says, slowly kissing down her soft stomach towards her heat, causing her to moan in anticipation
Once Draco is at his desired location, he uses his arms to hold YN's legs apart, giving him full access to her glistening pussy
Without wasting any time, Draco dives right in, sucking on her sensitive bud, making YN scream his name
"DRACO OH MY GOD", she says, instinctively propping herself up on her elbows, already feeling her toes go numb
As Draco continues, YN closes her eyes and focuses on the pressure building inside of her.
But right when it starts really building, Draco pulls away, connecting his lips with hers, making her taste herself.
As the two are lost in their passionate kisses, YN starts trying to grind herself up against Draco's member
Draco pulls away from the kiss to insert his cock, bottoming out in her, causing her to beg him to move.
Draco starts thrusting in and out of her tight cunt, causing tears to roll down YN's face at the pleasure.
YN starts writhing underneath him, clearly approaching her high. Draco reaches down and pinches her clit, causing YN to grab onto Draco's shoulders for support as he pounds into her, hitting that one spot over and over and over until she's clenching around him hard, making him spill all of his seed deep inside her quivering pussy, screaming as she rides out her high, milking him dry in the process.
They both still and try and catch their breaths, Draco slowly pulling out, YN wincing at the loss of contact.
Draco lays down next to her, exhausted. "You okay, YN?"
"That was amazing, Draco."
Draco lightly smiles at this, rolling over to sweetly kiss her lips, reminding her of how perfect she is
Draco then kisses YN's tummy, and says, "if there's a baby in there now, daddy promises to be here with mommy and Amelia, every step of the way. Also, please be a boy this time."
YN chuckles in disbelief, and says, "you know we still have to introduce you to Amelia tomorrow"
Draco says, "what are we going to say?"
YN replies, "I don't know Dray, we'll figure it out in the morning. I'm exhausted."
And just like that, Draco hears YN's soft snoring, the cutest sound in the world, according to him.
Summary: As you and Draco start fighting more yours and his daughter decides she doesn't wanna hear it anymore and runs away
You just lay on the couch as you once again fought with your husband
You don't wanna fight with him but he just isn't caring about how everything is affecting you
He works so late and doesn't even care to mention it, you do everything around the house and he barely even helps and it's just so frustrating. And you feel like your the only one raising yours and his daughter anymore
All he does is work
And today you had to fight in the evening when Amalthea was right there watching you felt terrible the whole time but you still fought with him with her in the room
Which probably has been happening a lot more then you and Draco want
Amalthea walks over as you cry into the pillow
"Mommy?" The little 6 year old asks and you didn't want her to see you crying
"Not right now Thea." You say as you then hear her little footsteps walk upstairs and knock on the door Draco is at asking him to play
But he didn't answer her
You then hear her go to her room and you just stay face planted into the pillow until the tears finally stopped
It's been 5 minutes so you thought maybe you should go apologize to amalthea and talk with Draco again and pray it doesn't lead to another fight
You knock on the door Draco was behind
"Look can we talk." You ask and Draco opens the door
"Gonna yell at me again?" He says annoyed and you sigh
"Look I'm just stressed and feel alone and I feel like you don't care!" You say and Draco sighs
"Ok." He says and ok what? Ok your stressed? Ok you feel alone? Ok you feel like he doesn't care about you anymore? And you feel like he's always home late because he's cheating on you
"Ok what?" You said and Draco sighs
"I don't know anymore I'm sorry are we on the verge of divorcing? That's all I can think of lately so it's stressing me out more because I don't wanna lose you." Draco says and you smile
"I guess me as well I think our life is just getting too stressful and we're both not being there for each other like we should." You say and Draco walks over to you wondering if he can hug you, he so badly wants to he feels so bad for being such an arse to you and Amalthea
You both haven't been the best parents the last few weeks
"Let's go apologize to Amalthea and get her ready to bed the sun is setting soon." Draco says and you nod as you go to walk off but he first pulls you back and hugs you tightly then walks off with you to go see Amalthea
You knock on Amalthea's door to ask her if you can talk to her
But you didn't get an answer so you open the door and see her room a mess stuff was taken and Amalthea was no where to be seen
You find a letter written in crayon on her bed
Dear mama and dada
I am running away I can't handle you both arguing all the time, I just wanna play with you both but you both just fight all day makes me feel unwanted I will find a new family bye bye
Thea
You and Draco just stood their shocked not able to say anything you both did this you both weren't caring about your daughter in any of this making her feel like you both didn't want her
"I'm gonna go find her." Draco says and you stop him
"I'm coming with you and we have to contact everyone to make sure they can look for her too." You said and Draco nods as he had guilt written all over his face and you did as well
|Later|
It was so late it was starting to get dark out and you both still haven't found Thea
You were yelling her name as Draco was using a spell to try and find her he was getting more and more frustrated the more dark it got and the less you both found her
You both finally reach a park you would take Amalthea basically every week and then you and Draco got too busy and stopped taking her
"AMALTHEA!" You yell and Draco did the spell again and he then runs over to under the slide
You run over and see Amalthea with her purses full of her stuff she took and she was passed out
You start crying as you hug her tightly with Draco
"Y/n she's ice cold something is wrong, she's so pale." Draco says and you burst into more tears as Draco quickly took his jacket off and wrapped it around the shivering 6 year old in his arms trying to warm her up more as he kept muttering something
But everything was a blur now all you could think of was Thea your daughter and if she's gonna be ok
Draco finally gets up pulls you up and runs to the nearest wizarding hospital he could get to not about to let anything happen to Amalthea
You don't remember what happened but you remember Draco's screaming voice asking someone to help his daughter and healers taking Thea away from you and Draco quickly and a healer maybe asking you both to sit down now especially you as you looked like you were about to faint
Now your in the waiting room with Draco just waiting to hear something about Thea
"This is all my fault." Draco mutters and you look up at him shocked
"No we're both to blame we both weren't thinking of how it was making her feel we both weren't the best parents lately this is both of our faults." You say and Draco looks over at you and pulls you into a kiss and you kiss him back so happy to have his lips on yours again, but then the healer walks over and says you both can go see Amalthea finally
You and get up immediately and almost bolt to the room she is in she was still asleep but she looked warmer she looked better she didn't look so pale anymore she had more colour to her face again
You kneel beside her bed and kiss her forehead as you smile so happy she's ok
Draco was talking to the healer about what happened and they explain she must have eaten something and got poisoned by whatever she ate
Once they left you and Draco just stayed beside her and she woke up and saw you and Draco crying
"Thea please never leave us again we don't wanna lose you." You say and Thea sits up and hugs you and Draco both hug her tightly
"We love you so much Thea please never run away again me and your mother will never fight again just please never leave us." Draco says as he holds amaltheas tiny little hands in his and kisses her hands
"Ok." Amalthea says sleepily "I love you both." She says and you kiss her forehead
"Sleep ok darling? Me and your father are gonna go talk about when you can come home." You say and amalthea clings to you not wanting you to leave "Ok then Dad can go I'll stay." You say and Draco kisses the top of your hand and kisses theas hands one more time before leaving 'Me and Draco will from now on be better parents we can't let this happen ever again.' You think as you smile at the sleepy Thea who was drifting off to sleep again "Good night Thea sleep well my daring we love you so much we'll be better parents from now on I promise." You say and amalthea smiles as you move her bangs out of her eyes
Today was frustrating, to say the least. Being a Malfoy has always meant power and prestige, but this year, things feel different. Father’s mistakes have put us all in a difficult position. The Dark Lord isn’t pleased, and the pressure on me is unbearable. I’m supposed to be proud to serve him, but the fear is starting to creep in, no matter how much I try to push it away.At Hogwarts, everyone looks at me differently. I can see the suspicion in their eyes, especially Potter and his gang. They’re always watching, waiting for me to slip up. Not that I care about what they think, but it’s becoming harder to keep up the façade. I have a task, an impossible one, and I don’t know how I’m going to manage it.Mother is worried, I can see it every time I look at her. She tries to hide it, but I know her too well. It’s comforting, in a way, to know that she cares, but it only makes me feel more isolated. She’s the only one I can talk to about any of this, and even then, there’s so much I have to keep to myself.Sometimes, I wish things were simpler. I envy the other students who can just focus on their studies or their petty little dramas. They don’t have to worry about the fate of their family resting on their shoulders. They don’t have to think about life and death every single day.But then I remember who I am—Draco Malfoy. I can’t afford to be weak. I must complete my mission, no matter what. Failure isn’t an option, even if success feels just as terrifying.I just need to keep going, one day at a time. Maybe I’ll find a way out of this mess, or maybe I won’t. Either way, I’ll do what I have to. The Malfoy name will endure. It has to.
