Cursed For Life | Part 07
Draco Malfoy x Reader
Word Count: 986
Bully; Womanizer; Death Eater. Draco Malfoy is a name all students at
Hogwarts fears; what they don’t know is that behind the hexes and that
signature smirk of his, there’s pain, suffering, and regret. Draco
Malfoy is more than a Hogwarts bully, more than Lord Voldemort’s puppet;
he’s a tortured soul, misunderstood by all…
A/N: IT’S BEEN A THOUSAND YEARS, WOW!
(I’m so sorry) I’m finally posting part 7, yay! The ending might seem a bit abrupt, but it felt like a decent spot to end so I did lol
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“I’m sorry…what did you just say?” The book you were reading falls to your lap, now forgotten as you gawk at Draco. He was seated in the chair opposite to the one you’ve been curled up in most of the day. “There must be a few chunks of leeks in my ears leftover from that damn leek jinx. Can you repeat that?”
Draco rolled his eyes at your dramatics, and yet he indulged your antics by repeating himself anyway. “Come with me to my house for Christmas break.”
You felt the muscles in your arm twitch with the desire to hurl your novel at him for making such a ludacris suggestion. “Are you insane?” you practically shouted, alerting the fellow housemates closest to you, their intense glares causing you to shrink in your chair just the slightest.
Draco smirked devilishly, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. “You okay there, Y/N?”
“Shut it.” You mumbled, hoping your cheeks weren’t bright red.
“To answer your obscene question, I am perfectly sane” Draco responded calmly, watching the flames of the fire dance with little interest.
You continued to gape at him like a fish as you tried to decipher what the hell goes on in his head. “Why in the bloody hell would I do that?”
“Maybe there you’ll find some of the answers you’re looking for…” he shrugged.
“Have you forgotten about the fact that I’m a Mudblood?” You pointed out. “And you want me to spend two weeks locked away with a family of, not just pure bloods, but pure bloods who are supporters of You-Know-Who? Have you completely lost your mind?”
“You act as if you’re going to be there alone. You’ll have me there to protect you.” Draco mumbled, shifting in his chair.
“I don’t know, Draco…” you trailed off.
On the one hand, you could understand Draco’s point; in a house owned by one of the Dark Lord’s most trusted followers, there was bound to be some useful information around. And yet, it was a house crawling with Death Eaters. Being something that they despised would put you in great danger. Was the small possibility of there being answers worth the risk?
The sound of Draco clearing his throat caught your attention, breaking you out of your inner monologue. “This could be your only chance to figure out what that dream meant.” He whispered as he leaned forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees as he gazed at you intently. “Think about it, alright?”
His large hand hovered awkwardly over your thigh as he attempted to comfort you with a simple pat on the leg. You struggled to hold back a giggle as you watched Draco struggle with making physical contact.
But the moment his warm palm made contact with your upper leg, the corners of your mouth fell as you fought the urge to push his hand away. Despite the relatively thick material of the leggings that covered your legs, you could feel the heat of his palm against your skin as if the fabric weren’t even there. A swarm of butterflies suddenly erupted in the pit of your stomach, and you could feel heat rise in your now to rosey cheeks.
“Y-yeah, I will…” You stuttered, internally cringing at the way your voice cracked. If Draco had noticed the change in your demeanor, he made no comment on it. He simply nodded in acknowledgement before sinking back into his chair, eyes drifting to the scorching blaze of the fire crackling rhythmically.
A few days later, the day before students were meant to leave for the holiday, you found yourself standing before Draco in his dorm room as he was packing.
“I’ll go.” you said with determination. Draco stared at you blankly, confused for a moment by your seemingly abrupt declaration. You rolled your eyes at him before clarifying, “I’ll go with you to your home for the holidays.”
For a moment, he didn’t respond. He stood at the end of his bed, watching you with a look you couldn’t quite decipher plastered on his features. The intensity filling his eyes caught you off guard. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve already made up my mind, Draco. Don’t try to make me doubt my decision, okay?”
He held up his hands in defense, smirking at you. “Hey, I just want to make sure this is what you want, you know? Don’t want to hear you complaining later on.”
You picked up a pair of folded socks, chucking it at his face. “You’re such an ass.”
“An ass you decided to spend two whole weeks with.” He snickered, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
“Nevermind. I’m not going.” You scowled, heading for the door.
Before you could even get your hand on the tarnished gold knob, a pair of hands were gripping your waist to stop you. Suddenly, you wished that you hadn’t decided to wear a crop top today. Despite the frigid weather outside, the Slytherin dorms were always warmed to a sweltering high temperature by the numerous fireplaces always burning.
You felt your pulse race as you found yourself focusing on the heat radiating from his fingertips against your bare skin. His skin felt surprisingly smooth against your own.
“Don’t leave.” Draco murmured, his breath tickling your ear and sending a shiver straight down your spine. Why was he standing so goddamn close to you? You caught a faint whiff of his cologne, a light citrus mixed with mint. And why the hell did he smell so damn good?
“Okay, okay,” you forced out an awkward laugh as you pushed his hands off, “No need to be so serious.” You knew that you sounded tense, but hoped that he didn’t draw attention to it.
Draco cautiously asked, “So you’re still coming?”
“Of course.” You grinned up at him, nudging his side with your elbow playfully. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”