A/N: I’ve finally uploaded again yay!! I’m so sorry for the late update babes but I’m back now and getting down to writing as much as I can. So this is based off of Beauty and The Beast of course! I’m thinking about writing some fairytale stories for characters so let me know if you’d love to see some more of these! Oh and I’ve also changed the URL I don’t know if I like it or not but we’ll see. xx
Word count: 1,076
Title: Beauty and The Beast
Draco x reader
It was no secret what had happened to Draco Malfoy the winter break after school, he had turned into the self he was on the inside. He was as cold as the thick layer that had spread across the ground outside. To hide this secret that had developed in the Malfoy Manor his father had fired staff and kept people coming in and out of the house to a minimum, you were surprised you still had your job. Rumour had it it was because Mrs. Malfoy had taken a liking to you, she said that you were the brightest and prettiest thing to the maids in the kitchen.
“(Y/N) GET THE WARMEST PANTS YOU HAVE, WHAT DO WE PAY YOU TO DO? STAND AROUND IN YOUR THOUGHTS?” Draco had yelled from his room, you had it quite clearly in the opposite room to his where you were on your knees, scrubbing the floor as hard as you could. Sometimes you wished you had gotten fired.
You walked into Draco’s room and bit back a smart remark as you saw his sweatpants, laying on the chair straight across from him. Without peeping a word you moved towards the pants and sat them down next to him, your eyes lifting to scan his face. It was hard to say the more you looked at his face the more you got used to it because that was exactly the opposite. It seemed to get worse the more you looked at it. Veins were seeping throughout his face, his once platinum blonde eyebrows were no longer there, matching his head and his lips were constantly split open. No matter how much water he drank. In fact his whole skin was full of cracks, you had to run moisturiser twice a day over his body to get it to the best condition it’s been in in six months.
“Don’t just stand there, get out so I can put my pants on.” he spat, you clenched your jaw, yet again keeping yourself from saying any remarks as you stepped outside and closed the door behind you.
You scraped the wooden hard wood floor clean, you were working so hard and getting so caught up in your daydream that you didn’t notice a certain somebody behind you. You started to hum as you continued along your daydream…about Draco. No matter how hard you tried to avoid the boy it always creeped back into your mind. He was possibly the worst person on the planet to go for and your best friend had even agreed, but you just couldn’t stop imagining his hands against your face. Suddenly the bucket beside you was kicked over, drenching your maid clothes and running throughout your hair as you were crouched so low against the floor scrubbing. You whipped your head up and found the blonde-or rather bald boy standing over you.
“As a reminder you’re working. This is not a musical.” Draco growled at you, you had had enough of this. You didn’t care whether or not you daydreamed about him. He had no right to treat you like this.
“What is your problem, Draco?” you growled and slammed the sponge down, the remaining water splashed off the floor from the impact and landed on your face but you didn’t care. “You have no right to treat anything like this, even if I work for your father. Yes not you, your father and mother.”
“Uh-“ Draco’s once-were-there eyebrows had risen in shock, he gulped as his face reddened before opening his mouth once again.
“You know you’re not going to get anyone to fall in love with you and break that spell if you keep acting like that.” You refrained yourself from rolling your eyes as Draco covered his wrist, were the countdown laid.
“How do you know about that.” He insisted, you glanced down at his arm, you were one of the phew who knew about it. Not only did Draco turn into a monster but he had a rose on his wrist and every month that came and went a petal would drop off. Only one girl could break him off his spell with the words ‘I love you’
“Your mother told me.”
“Oh dear, what happened?” your eyes travelled to the door where Mrs. Malfoy now stood, her eyes were like saucers as she stared at you. “Oh my, sweetie lets get you cleaned up.”
It had taken you two hours to clean up your mess and the soaked mess in the spare room, your hair had finally dried and you were now working on cleaning Draco’s room. You were tucking the sheets into his mattress when your fingers grazed against a harsh material, pulling it out from the covers you discovered a folded piece of parchment. You soon realised it was an apology letter…to you from Draco, for the incidents today.
“I’m…not good with my words so I thought I would write it down and send it to you. I wasn’t actually going to give it to you but I guess the universe has different ideas.” you looked up to find Draco standing at the doorway with his hands in his pockets. He pushed off the frame and walked toward you.
“It’s alright. I just don’t understand why you have to be rude all the time, ever since I first started working here five years ago you have always had that mean nature. I would think that Wizard who cast that spell on you would make you realise how mean you were.” you explained, folding up the piece of paper and putting it in your pocket.
“Why do you care so much?” he wondered out loud as if he hadn’t meant for the words to slip. “I mean I’m nothing you know? And you’re so bright and funny…”
“Because I’ve known you my whole life Draco, I know how nice you are underneath all of that.” you gestured. “We grew up together and you used to call my beautiful everyday. Heck you wouldn’t dare let yourself go one day without it.”
“I’m not that person anymore.” he looked towards the floor, his addams apple bopped up and down as if he was choking back tears. “Everyones given up on me. I’m ugly now and no one wants to be seen with a monster like me.”
“I’ve seen worse.” you whispered. “Draco…I love you, I always have.”