Draco malfoy x dying reader

Draco malfoy x dying reader DEFAULT

ysa — breathe — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

prompt: her death leaves behind a void in draco’s chest nothing can ever fill.

t/w: death and mentions of anxiety

requests are open. please refrain from plagiarizing my work!


Five months.

He’s gone five months without her. And he’s determined to keep going—he has to. He has to. 

But goddamn does it bloody well hurt.

In the middle of a quiet cemetery stands a boy in a black suit and a cluster of white roses clasped in his hands, eyes staring but unseeing as he stands over one of the countless tombstones with his heart in his throat and what feels like a gaping hole inside his chest.

“I miss you.”

Snow falls from the sky. Bits of it sink deep into the fabric of his suit, fall into his hair, some onto his face. But Draco doesn’t feel it, the bite of the cold. His knuckles may have turned a pinkish red from the frost and his blond hair may have turned stiff from the flakes of snow stuck in it, but he doesn’t feel cold.

He’s been cold for five months now. He can’t feel it anymore.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

It has, says the voice inside his head that keeps him company when he feels the loneliest—when the pain becomes too much to bear—the voice that he knows isn’t real and hates that it isn’t. The one that sounds painfully like her.

“Yeah,” Draco continues, bottom lip trembling, and it’s not because of the snow. “I’m doing okay.” He lies. Keeps lying. “I think I’m getting better.”

He’s not. He can’t get better, not when he sees traces of her everywhere, even when she isn’t really there.

He sees a wooden desk and remembers her with her head bowed over a sheet of parchment, tongue poking out of her lips in concentration as she chides him—"Not now, Draco, I’m studying“—he pulls out an old chessboard from the crevices of his closet and remembers her grinning in triumph over winning a particularly intense chess game even though he lost on purpose—he walks past a park and remembers lying on the grass in the Hogwarts courtyard with his head in her lap and her fingers raking through his hair as she told him Muggle stories of love and tears and laughter and everything in between. Stories with happy endings; so unlike Draco’s and hers.

He squeezes his eyes shut; tears fall and trickle down his cheek onto the ground, joining the bundle of snow at his feet. 

"Life hasn’t really been the same since—”

A sob tears its way up his throat and out of his lips before he can even think about suppressing it. 

“—since you left.”

With his other hand—the hand that’s not grasping onto the bouquet of roses like it’s a lifeline—he wipes his tears away aggressively, almost angrily.

“I’ve started talking to myself a lot lately even though I know you’re not going to respond because I’ve been so used to you being here to listen and now you’re not.”

Another sob. Pathetic, says a voice inside Draco’s head. Not her voice. Never hers. She would never make him feel bad for feeling things—no, she’d crouch down next to him on the floor, wrap her arms around him and say “Everything’s going to be okay, love. I’m right here with you. Right here” and he’d look up at her and start crying even harder, because in a world where his parents expected too much from him and he was never good enough, he had her.

Or, well. He used to.

Draco clenches his fists, nails digging crescents into his skin as his breathing gets uneven and the air suddenly feels too tight. He tries to ground himself by inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth and repeating the process—

“That’s it, love. Keep breathing. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere." 

Draco took another shaky breath, trying to focus on her face even though her features were blurred and he didn’t quite know where to look through the tears obscuring his vision.

Panic attacks. He hated them. Hated the hand that felt like it had reached straight into his chest and started squeezing. Hated the tears that slipped out of his eyes almost automatically.

"It’s okay, Draco. Breathe with me.”

He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes, shoulders trembling from the effort. “You’re doing such a good job, Draco,” she said gently. Draco let out a long, shuddering breath. “You’re doing so well. Now breathe. Breathe with me. In through the nose, out through the mouth—that’s it, love, keep going. In through the—the—” her voice broke. Draco couldn’t see it—and maybe it was better that way—but she’d started crying at some point.

“In through the nose,” she continued, swallowing back a sob. “Out through the mouth. I love you, Draco. You’re gonna be okay.”

“I know you’d probably get mad at me for this if you were here, but sometimes.. well.. sometimes I find myself wishing I was dead.”

And even though there’s no one around that’s listening and Draco is the only living, breathing soul among the countless graves, he feels exposed. Bare. Like he’s laid his biggest vulnerability out for the rest of the world to see. 

“I wake up everyday,” he says slowly, a crease in between his brows, "I stare up at the ceiling for a little bit. And then I get up, eat, sleep. Get up, eat, sleep. Over and over and over again.“

A pause. "It all just seems so.. pointless,” he bows his head, staring at his shoes as though he's ashamed. And he is. He’s ashamed that he’s like this—because he knows that if she were here (which she isn’t, says that annoying little voice at the back of his head) she’d smack him upside the head and say

“Don’t be ridiculous, Draco,” she rolled her eyes, glancing up for a brief moment before transferring her gaze back to the textbook in her hands. 

Draco fell quiet again, staring into the embers of the fireplace. Maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to ask her to drop everything and run away with him on a whim.

A few seconds passed in silence. She looked up at him again out of concern to find that he hadn’t moved at all. A twinge of sadness plucked at her chest and she sighed, closing the book with a soft snap as she set it down on the floor. 

Draco lost himself in his thoughts sometimes. It wasn’t a common occurrence, but she'd seen it enough times to know how bad it could get inside his head. It was a side of himself that he only felt comfortable enough showing to her and her only—a side that he'd kept well hidden under the facade of arrogance he always had put up.

It was when he would start thinking about—well—everything. How he never seemed to match up to his parent’s expectations no matter how hard he tried. He'd think about his obligations as the heir of one of the oldest pureblooded wizarding families. He’d think about his future and wonder if he deserved one with her with that dirty mark on his wrist.

Usually it would take quite a while to snap him out of his reverie, but tonight Draco seemed more lost in his thoughts than ever before. When she got up from the carpet to sit down next to him on the couch, his eyes were still hazy and unfocused. “Draco,” she murmured, sitting with her feet tucked underneath her as she turned to face him. “Draco?”

Her hands reached out for Draco’s, fingers slipping into the spaces between his own of their own accord. At this, he blinked, his gaze clearing, and looked at her. 

“Love,” he breathed quietly.

She pursed her lips in a small smile, squeezing his hand in hers. “I’m here,” she told him, basking in the silence of the Slytherin common room, only interrupted by the sound of her and Draco’s breathing and the crackling sounds from the fireplace. She shifted on the couch to make herself more comfortable, leaning the side of her head on Draco’s shoulder and ignoring the ache of sadness in her chest that would always come when Draco felt down.

“Galleon for your thoughts?” she whispered.

Draco unlaced her hand from his to slowly trace the lines on her palm with his index finger. “It’d take much more than a galleon, love,” he whispered back, and there was a ghost of a small smile on his lips, but it was blanketed by the worry etched deep into his face. 

The corners of her mouth tugged up into a sad smile. There was nothing in the world that she wanted more than to rid Draco of all the worries plaguing his head. He’d grown up surrounded by so much despair and for years he had no one but himself to carry his burden with, but now here she was. And even though she’d already done everything she could to help him—and she continued to do so every single day—it never felt like it was enough. 

“You know you can always tell me everything, yeah?” she said quietly, looking up at him from the corner of her eyes. 

Draco, with his gaze fixed on their hands, nodded. "Yeah.“

"I mean it. Always.”

He smiled, and it was a real one this time. “I know.”

The snow has stopped falling. Draco tastes tears, hot and salty, on his tongue. 

“I’m going to keep going, though,” he tells her. Hangs onto the tiny sliver of hope he has that she is out there somewhere, listening. “I’m going to.. I’m going to keep getting up and eating and sleeping until it doesn’t feel so tiring anymore. Okay?”

Silence. “Does that sound good, love?”

Like shouting into a canyon and waiting for an echo that would never come. 

“I know that’s what you’d want,” he says quietly, gritting his teeth. “For me to keep living. Not to give up. So that’s what I’m going to do.”

“Don’t give up.”

Draco snorted out a laugh. “Shouldn’t you be telling yourself that?”

He was sitting with her at their usual table in the library; the one right by the window near the restricted section. She had a Potions quiz tomorrow—Draco being the “smartass” he was (or so she called him), didn’t need to study, but she did. Him being her boyfriend, he'd offered to tutor her, unaware that it was easier said than done. She just couldn’t, for the life of her, get the terms right. 

She scoffed. “I don't need to tell myself that. I won’t give up no matter what—you, on the other hand..”

Draco scrunched his nose. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying you have a tendency to stop trying and call it a day.”

“That is a lie.”

“Is not.”

“Well, I suppose it depends on the task—if it’s tutoring you, then anyone’s bound to give up..”

“Hey!” she reached over the table to smack him on the shoulder. He swiftly dodged, laughing. She rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile on her face as she sat back down. “Maybe I should be getting a different tutor.”

“Or maybe you should just be studying harder.”

“Or maybe you should actually be trying to teach me—”

“I am!”

“—without giving up halfway!" 

Draco huffed. "Okay. Fine. Let’s try this again. What’s another word for wolfsbane?”

“Um,” a pause. “No idea. Okay. I’m sorry." 

He let out an overly dramatic sound of complaint. 

"Don’t give up, Draco,” she reminded him, fighting back a laugh. “Don’t give up.”

Draco crouches down next to the grey tombstone already decorated with all sorts of flowers from friends and family and places his own set of white roses right next to her name. With hands that won’t stop trembling, he pulls out a tiny box from his pocket.

“I was supposed to give this to you after the war,” he says quietly, presses his palm to the snow under which he knows she’s resting, looking as breathtaking as she always has with her eyes closed.

“I wish I could’ve given it to you when I had the chance, but..”

“Don’t do this to me, love.”

Draco couldn’t think straight. He gathered her into his arms and cradled her the way he had done countless times before, except this time she wasn’t smiling up at him with a familiar sparkle in her warm eyes—no, she was limp and cold and her eyes were open but unseeing. 

“No no you can't—you can’t do this to me—” Draco was gasping for breath that wasn’t there. Choking on his tears, he shook his head repeatedly, rocking back and forth on the ground, "Look at me, love, you promised you wouldn’t leave—"

In the middle of a destroyed hallway, with the battle of Hogwarts in full fledge all around him, a boy in bloodied robes and an entire ocean caught between his lashes knelt on the ground, cradling the only person who had ever mattered to him in his arms as she did exactly what he was begging her not to do—

“You can’t leave me like this, love. Don’t leave me like this, please please—”

—and died.

Left him. Just like that.

In the middle of the empty cemetery, a boy in a black suit kneels next to a tombstone, hands shaking as they gingerly set down a small, golden ring on the grave marker. Pulling out his wand, he whispers a spell and enchants the beautiful golden band to stay there for as long as the world exists.

Draco closes his eyes, inhales through his nose, exhales through his mouth.

And then he leaves. 

Just like that.

Sours: https://wondernimbus.tumblr.com/post/620746689344569344/breathe-draco-malfoy

Draco Talking to y/n after she almost dies (would include)

(sorry darling Anon who requested this, I couldn’t rack my brain for enough about Regulus to write it for him.)

Draco Talking to y/n after she almost dies (would include)

  • Him being super upset obviously.
  • Draco’s being super passive aggressive about all of this.
  • He wants to yell but he can’t, so his voice gets super whispery and cold.
  • He sulks around a lot before going up to talk to you about it.
  • He means to go up and give you a stern talking to, but when he notices a cut on your cheek he snaps. 
  • Out of nowhere Draco just pulls you into a hug and clings onto you tightly.
  • No matter what you do or what you say he won’t stop whispering one sentence over and over:
  • “Don’t leave me y/n, I love you, don’t leave me.”
  • This was the first time he’d said he loved you, and now he wouldn’t stop saying it.
  • He’d cling to you, tangle his hands in your hair as he held you tightly to his chest.
  • “I love you y/n, don’t leave me.”
  • After a few minutes of this he’d pulled away and just kissed you.
  • Like just in the middle of the hall he starts snogging you
  • He’d been desperate and afraid.
  • Afraid of losing you.
  • He just wanted to be in control of it, in control of everything.
  • He’d thought he would be good enough to protect you.
  • After this he couldn’t imagine a life without you.
  • He’s still kissing you, it’s been like a minute and now you were both going to be late to class.
  • You’d pull away, look deep into his eyes and say:
  • “Draco, I fell off a bloody broom during Quidditch. I’m fine.”
  • Because he’s a dramatic boy.
  • “Still, you could’ve been hurt.”
  • “I fell like one foot, Draco.”
  • “How’d you fall when you were only one foot up in the air?”
  • “Draco! How dare you I almost died.”
  • He was still very protective and cuddled with you the whole night that day.
Sours: https://jiminisjamin.tumblr.com/post/163553631004/draco-talking-to-yn-after-she-almost-dies-would
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The wizarding world was shattering around you. The walls of the castle you used to call home were collapsing around. But all the screams and the lights of spells casting around didn't matter to you. Everything seemed so dull compared to what you were facing.

Draco Malfoy was pointing his wand at you. The same Draco Malfoy that had told you he loved you, the one that had rebelled against his father to be with you, the one who had showed you his affections in the sweetest way possible. Draco Malfoy was holding his wand and was about to cast the killing curse. Towards you the one he had promised to protect.

'Do it.' You heard silky voice that belonged to Bellatrix.'Show the Dark Lord that you are worthy.'

Draco's hand shaked. His face was twisted in agony. You knew that it was Voldemort's doing. He wanted to change your Draco into this killing machine like he had done to his minions. But you also knew him. Probably better that anyone. And you knew it wasn't him

Still you were scared.

'Draco please.' You whisperd looking into those grey eyes you loved so much.

Young Malfoy took a shaky breath and let a few tears out. Bellatrix moved behind you to face him but to not interrupt.

'Do it Draco. She is a filthy mudblood. Not worthy. Disgusting. Remember what you were taught. Be yourself.' Her voice turned into a whisper recalling you a snake.'Kill her.'

'No' Draco's voice echoed through the room. He lowered his wand.'I will not hurt her.' He glared at Bellatrix 'And you can go to hell together with Voldemort.'

He looked at you with pleading look. You didn't hesistate and run into his arms. He hugged you tightly burying his face in the crook of your neck. 'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I love you. Please, I'm so sorry.' He cried bringing you closer as if he didn't want to leave any space left between you. You shushed him and kissed his lips then made him look into your eyes. You craddle his face in your hand and he immediately leaned in your touch.

'It's okay. I love...' and these were the last words you spoke before the green light hit your back.

Draco saw the suprise on your face and the moment when you closed your eyes. Your body became heavier and his arms where the only thing keeping you standing. He took a quick glance behind you when he heard Bellatrix laughter. Just enough to see her disappearing. Then his frantic eyes came back to you.

'No. Please no. Y/N don't...' he madly whispered. His body went numb but at the same time his hold on you grew tighter. He fell on his knees. 'God please no' he cried out. 'Wake up! You hear me - wake up! Please. No...' sob stopped his sentence. He looked at your still form. Your head laid now on his chest when Draco sat on the floor and craddled you to him. 'Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.' he repeatedlike a mantra. Like a prayer that might be fulfilled if he'll beg long enough. 'Don't leave me please.' he kissed your unmoving lips and looked at you. How could it be that minutes ago you were safe in his arms and now you are gone? How it is possible that such a small amount of time was able to destroy his life forever? It had to be a nightmare. Some sick joke. It couldn't be you.

Draco's trembling fingers brushed through your hair. 'Y/N....' his voice broke. 'Please...' the plead was much quieter now. The boy touched your forehead with his. 'I love you' no answer this time. That only made Draco cry harder.

Sours: https://www.wattpad.com/423711179-draco-malfoy-imagines-you-die-in-his-arms
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Thank you for requesting this, it is a subject that has taken me out of my comfort zone, and it was hard, and painful and creatively speaking, I loved the process of writing this piece. It turned out much longer than I intended it to be. The idea of death differs to every individual, everyone chooses to overcome the thought of it differently, some of us fear, some of us accept, some of us deny the truth of it. So thank you anonymous, thank you for letting me tackle this subject.

I have to add that I changed cancer, to a illness created by dark magic, but tried to stay true to the rest of your request.

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Swearing

Word Count: 2,143


Originally posted by rainingintokyo

People around you. Rushing, shouting at one another. You couldn’t open your eyes. You heard their footsteps, running. You weren’t running. But you were moving with their footsteps. You lost your consciousness again, slipping into the shadows that called.


“HOW? THERE HAS TO BE A WAY! YOU ARE A FUCKING HEALER FOR FUCK’S SAKE, THIS IS YOUR JOB!” You heard him shouting. You slowly opened your eyes as you tried to return back to reality.

Draco,” you managed, pushing your whole body to form the word. The word that was usually the easiest to call out.

You saw the blonde, as you opened your eyes, the light suddenly invading your world. It hurt, your whole body wanted to push the light out, you wanted to return to the dark, the tranquil. He left the person he was standing next to, in the corridor, to come to you. Closing the space between you in quick, large steps, he crouched down beside the bed you were lying in, taking your small hand in his.

“Darling,” was all he could manage, looking into your eyes, like he was trying to catch you. To catch you from falling. He looked like he had been crying, his hair was a mess, his clothes looked like he had been wearing them for the past few days. After taking in every single detail of the light of your life, you looked around the room you woke up in. Cold, white walls. A small table next to the bed, with flowers on it. A window, looking out to the gloomy, dark weather. Pale blue floor boards, illuminated by the white lanterns hung on the wall. And the feel of the cream coloured sheets, crinkling against your cold skin. A hospital, you thought, finally putting the pieces together.

“What happened to me?” You asked your other half. You wish you hadn’t. He paused for a second, before letting himself go, burying his head into the cold sheets, never letting go of your hand. You watched his shoulders swell up and shrivell down with each sob. Letting himself go, as if he had been keeping everything inside. You couldn’t react. Draco was melting in front of your eyes, melting back to the boy, whom you had healed with together, after the war. You had never seen him shed a tear since the first year you had been together. You wanted to lift your hand, to run your fingers through his hair. He didn’t let you. He held on tighter, weeping harder. You felt your senses coming back, but all you could feel was pain. The numbness left itself to strain.

“Draco, I’m sorry,” his shoulders stopped. Slowly, lifting his head, you saw he had a sad smile on his lips.

“No, no don’t be sorry, don’t be, I-ARGH!” he shouted with agony into the air, punching the empty side of the bed, startling you.

“I.. I’m sorry, I can’t-” he said not looking at you, not being able to hold back his tears. Feeling a horrendous pain in your shoulder, you leaned over to him, pulling his head towards you. He looked up to you, behind blue eyes, slightly lifting his body to rest his head on your shoulder. You could feel your shoulder burning, but tried not to let him on. Trying to calm him, with your presence. You looked over to the man Draco was talking to when you first woke up, he was standing at the door frame, watching you two. A healer, you thought.

“What’s wrong with me?” You asked the healer, over the trembling boy’s head. You felt confusion. Not being able to remember anything. Draco lifted his head as if to answer your question, only to notice the question wasn’t aimed at him. He looked back and forth between the man and you, eyes filled with horror. The healer came closer, slowly, seemingly not wanting to invade you and your lover’s exchange. He stopped by the bed, Draco stood up, moving to the side, looking away, as though he couldn’t bear to hear what the healer was about to say.

“You had an accident, Y/N. At work. You were searching for a fugitive, investigating his home. When you touched an object.” A glimpse of green, your fingers, reaching towards it.

“It was a ring.” You whispered, suddenly remembering the object calling you. The green jades seemed to lure you in. You hadn’t been able to resist the urge to brush your fingers against it.

“Yes, it was.” The healer said, taking a note on the parchment he was holding. When he finished writing, he took a deep breath, “The ring was..cursed. It was laden with dark magic, designed to lure in anyone around it and-”

“I’m going to die.” You managed. Knowing what he was going to say before he could say it. You could feel it. After all these years of being an Auror, you knew death. You knew when it was close. You could see it. See it in your lover’s eyes, reflecting back to you.

“We will try our best to make it..easier, and maybe give you more time. But, there is nothing we can do to stop the inevitable.” You heard Draco, pulling in a shaky breath, trying to stop the tears.

“How long?” You asked, knowing it would not change anything.

“I can’t say anything for certain, death is something we still don’t fully understand. It comes when it wishes, I can only give a guess based on your vital signs. But it seems like,” he stopped, Draco turned towards the window, biting on to his arm, trying to repress the screams of agony.

“A month,” the healer completed his sentence. You blinked, surprised as to how calm you felt. Death. You had seen death, felt it. So your dad was right, being an auror did come with its difficulties.

Death being one of them.

“Leave us,” Draco coldly said to the healer. He nodded and left the room. The room felt much colder.

“Come here,” you said, shifting over, wincing with pain, patting the empty side of the bed with your hand. He came over, with his shoulders low, never breaking his eye contact, scared that if he looked away, you would disappear into nothingness.

He carefully lowered himself on to the cold sheets. Putting his legs up, resting them next to yours, wrapping his right hand fingers around your left hand.

“I’m scared,” he whispered,

“Don’t be,” you answered back, using the last energy left in your body to give his right hand a squeeze.

“How?” He asked you, with genuine concern and curiosity in his voice. But you had already fallen asleep, drifting off into the tranquil of the darkness.


You were sitting in your mahogany rocking chair, your back supported with the softest cushions Draco could find. He was cooking, you were watching him, the light hitting from behind him, almost making him glow. You had been let out of St Mungo’s, the previous evening, with a bag full of potions and elixirs, claiming to ease the pain.

They didn’t.

Your boyfriend was cooking you your favourite meal. You couldn’t bear to tell him you had no appetite. He wanted to do something for you, anything. You had talked about the idea of going to different healers, trying alternative ways. You didn’t want any of it. You knew you were dying. That was the thing with dark magic, it made the sufferer know, and feel everything.

Draco was desperate, he begged you, but in the end he respected your decision when you said that you wanted to spend your last days with your lover, and family and friends, not in hospital rooms, chasing after false hope.

“I love you,” he said, the light illuminating him like a Greek God.

“I love you too, my prince.” You had started to call him your ‘prince’ in the first few interactions you had ever had with him. He would call you Princess, so you had called him your Prince. You had not used the nickname for a while now.

He turned to look at you when you used the reminiscent nickname, his eyes full of love and pain. Leaving the food, he walked to crouch down beside you,

“Marry me Princess,” Tears. Tears running down your eyes, for the first time since you had woken up in the cold, hospital room. You didn’t know if they were for joy, or for sorrow, or for the longing of a future that you could have had together. You lifted your arm to touch his cheek, brushing the soft skin with your fingers. As though to feel the life that lay underneath.


Velvet. The velvet, a mesmerising jade colour wrapped around your body. You looked at yourself in the mirror, sitting on a stool, your lover standing right beside you.

You had shrunken a size in a week, losing weight as each day passed. Like your soul was being sucked away with every passing moment. Draco, was also looking thinner than he was, he wouldn’t eat like he used to, and he refused to sleep properly. He said that he wanted to watch you, he didn’t want to miss a second. You wished you could stay awake with him, but the pain and all the elixirs that you were using made you sleep.

It was your wedding day, it had only took a week for everything to come together. All of your friends, your family and Draco had worked together to make it perfect. You had wanted to wear the jade velvet dress that you had on. It was a small joke that you had between death and yourself. The same colour your soulmate adored, and the same colour that called you to death.

“You look beautiful,” he said, looking at you through the mirror, almost as if to create a false reality through it.

“Oh please, I look deadly,” you joked, without laughing,

“Please don’t,” he swallowed, “I can’t-” you stopped him, putting your left hand on his heart, with the same hand you touched the ring.

“I’ll be here. I’ll always be here. Whenever you miss me, whenever you need me, just look into your heart Draco, your heart is where I have always been, and it will be the place I will always be,” you said. “I know I’ll be there, as long as you let me.”

“You’ll always be in my heart Y/N.” He sobbed, not being able to stand strong.

“Everyone’s waiting for you, we’re ready you guys!” one of your bridesmaids voice called in to the room, as her head popped around the door frame, “Oh, sorry,” she said, noticing the air between you two.

“No it’s fine, come on darling, we’ve got a wedding to go through with, unless you’re planning on bailing on me,” you said, and this time you caught a smile from him.

“Let’s go Princess,” he said as he helped you get up from the chair you were sitting in. You tried to make a strong face, walking was getting much harder. But you wanted him to remember you happy and lively on your wedding day, so you had taken a whole bottle of a pain calming potion, without telling him. You wanted a perfect day, the day you two would truly become one.


You were looking out of the window, watching the leaves fall when he came in with a tray, a tray topped with chocolate and a warm cup of tea. You could feel the dark calling you over. It was getting harder and harder to open your eyes when you wanted to wake up. His light was the only thing that called you back.

“It’s not the opposite you know,” you said to him, as he settled in bed, next to you, where you two had been spending most of your days together. You could barely walk without his help, your body failing you when you wanted to move the slightest. The pain was getting worse, sometimes you caught yourself wishing it was over.

“Sorry?” He asked, not understanding what you meant to say,

“Death is not the opposite of life but an innate part of it. By living our lives, we nurture death.” You said, still not moving your eyes from the leaves that were falling to the ground. “It’s a quote from Murakami. I had never truly understood it until now.” You stopped. Grasping the moment, with your lover by your side, the beautiful autumn leaves falling.

“I’ll miss you,” he said.

“And I believe I will too. Wherever I end up, I’ll be searching for you,” you looked at him. He moved slowly towards you, planting a small, tender kiss on your lips. You wanted the kiss to last forever, so you buried it in to your soul, to take it with you.


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Save Me, Draco Malfoy X Reader.

“Imagine Draco looking for you after the battle of Hogwarts and thinking you’re dead.”

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Ash fell like snow over the grounds of Hogwarts, despite the disastrous events that had just taken place a quiet hush fell over the school. Those still alive sat quietly as medics tended to whomever they could. Sheets covered the dead, and a wave of sorrow passed over the survivors. Despite the grand victory, there was still much grief and pain, there would be a time to rebuild but for now, it was time for everyone to heal.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, gently sitting up they felt a sharp pain in their side gasping for air Y/N collapsed back to the ground tears escaping their Y/E/C eyes. One of their ribs was cracked, they could feel it, they stared at the grey sky above them, a large hole where the ceiling once was. They had been fighting on the second story of Hogwarts, stationed outside a window on a balcony when they were attacked. A death eater had snuck up on them from behind, with one swift movement Y/N managed to block their attack however when a second death eater approached Y/N knew they were in trouble. The second follower struck the ceiling causing it to collapse. Y/N narrowly avoided the brunt of the stone but was still hit by the rubble and knocked out. Laying in the dusty air, Y/N felt the blood pool around their head, the warm sticky substance dripped down their neck, there was no noise from below Y/N could only assume the battle was over, suddenly feeling weak Y/N allowed for their eyes to close and drifted back into unconsciousness.

Draco raced through the halls of his destroyed school building, ignoring the glares of his schoolmates, despite his mother’s wishes Draco had returned to the place of the battle, the place where he had abandoned his peers for good for Lord Voldemort. Draco had always been told he would join the dark lord but when the moment came he found himself to be hesitant. He had already pledged his loyalty to Voldemort and had a dark mark staining his skin to prove it but even so, he didn’t want to go, he didn’t want to leave the one person he cared about, Y/N. But now it was too late, the two had parted long before the battle had commenced and Draco hadn’ t seen them since, fearing the worst he searched the desolate halls for any sign of his partner. “Y/N!” He called desperately, “Y/N!” No reply, fearing the worst he sprinted up the stairs and began to search the second story looking down each corner and corridor until he came across the balcony, his breath hitched at the collapsed stone ceiling, his eyes scanning the piles of rubble. “Y/N?” He called, “Y/N?” He took a step forward a few stray stones tumbling down revealing a hand. “Y/N!” Draco raced towards Y/N collapsed body pulling them from the ground, blood gushed from the gash across their head. “Y/N! Y/N!, wake up!” He pulled them onto his lap, supported their head on his shoulders. “No, no, please.” Draco pulled out his wand, thinking back to the time Potter had cursed him he cleared his mind and placed the wand on Y/N’s temple. “Vulnera Sanentur.” He whispered remembering the healing spell Snape had used on him, slowly the blood was pulled back into Y/N head, the skin sealing itself. Draco held Y/N close to him, rocking back and forth slowly, after a few moments Y/N’s eye’s fluttered open. “Draco?” They cough the pain returning to their side.”Y/N,” Draco breathed, “I thought you were dead.” “Draco, please, my rib, it’s, it’s broken.” Draco nodded and carefully scooped Y/N into his arms, “I’ll get you to help.” He said Y/N groaned, “The war? What happened? Is it over?” “Yes,” Draco replied, “It’s all over, he’s gone, Voldemort’s gone, and I am never leaving you again.”


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Grief-Draco Malfoy ff-Episode 1


Today was the day. Detention with Malfoy. Yaaaaaaay...not really...
I was waiting in the common room until Filch had come to retrieve us. Harry, Ron and Hermione were waiting outside. I greeted them before we headed back up the corridor.

We went outside and headed towards Hagrid's hut.

3rd Person POV

"A pity they let the old punishments die." Filch said. "There was a time detention would find you hanging by your thumbs in the dungeons. God, I miss the screaming."
 Draco gulps, and Hermione rushed by. "You'll be serving detention with Hagrid tonight. "
"Yes." you whisper. "He's got a little job to do inside the dark forest."

 Hagrid appeared with a crossbow. He sniffled.
"A sorry lot this, Hagrid. Oh, good God, man, you're not still on about that bloody dragon, are you?" Filch asked. Hagrid snifffed, then sighed. "Norbert's gone. Dumbledore sent him off to Romania to live in a colony."
"Well, that's good, isn't it?" Hermione asked. "He'll be with his own kind."
"-Yeah, but what if he don't like Romania?" Hagrid said in a childish tone. Filch rolled his eyes. "What if the other dragons are mean to him? He's only a baby, after all."
"Oh, for Gods sake, pull yourself together, man. You're going into the forest, after all. Got to have your wits about you." Filch snapped.
"The forest?" Draco quivered. "I thought that was a joke! We can't go in there. Students aren't allowed. And there are..."a howl sounds"...werewolves!"
"Scared, Malfoy?" you asked in satisfaction while crossing your arms.
"What? No!" Malfoy eclaimed.
"There's more than werewolves in those trees, lad. You can be sure of that." Filch said. Draco's face looked  frightened.
"Nighty-night."Filch said in a creepy tone, then turned back towards the castle {Exit.}
"Right. Let's go." Hagrid said and five of you followed him

In the forest. You and the group walk along a path to a tree. Hagrid stopped, bent down and dips his fingers in a silver puddle. He pulls out his fingers and rubs them together. A silver trail smears with his fingers.
"Hagrid, what's that?" Harry asked.
"What we're here for. See that?" he said rubbing the silver liquid between fingers.
"That's unicorn's blood, that is." you say as you felt a shiver down your spine.
"I found one dead a few weeks ago. Now, this one's been injured bad by something."
 You sensed an odd presence. You also sensed its thoughts.
"So, it's our job to find the poor beast. Ron, Hermione, you'll come with me." Hagrid said
"Okay." Ron said weakly. 
"Harry and Y/N, you'll go with Malfoy."

 Draco grimaces, you groan, and Harry nods. "Okay. Then I get Fang!" Draco said. You agreed silently in your head about that.
"Fine. Just so you know, he's a bloody coward."
 Fang whined and you told Fang to come. He came to you and stood by your side. "Let's go." you say. Draco was given a lantern and the three of you headed in a different direction than Hagrid.

As you, Harry, and Draco were walking, Draco started to blabber. "You wait till my father hears about this. This is servant's stuff."
"If I didn't know better, Draco, I'd say you were scared." Harry said. You snorted in agreement to Harry's gesture.
"Shut it, Blackbird! Scared, Potter?! " he scoffs. A howl was heard in the distance. "Did you hear that?" Draco asked.  "Come on, Fang. Scared." Malfoy muttered.

You approached a flat ground with gnarled roots all over. Fang stopped then growled.
"What is it, Fang?" Harry asked. Up ahead, you see a cloaked figure crouched over a dead unicorn, drinking its blood. The figure raises its head, silver blood dripping from its mouth.
Harry gasps and grabs his scar. You took out your wand and Draco screamed and ran away in fear, Fang running with him. "HELP!!!!" Draco screamed.

You and Harry are left behind. The figure slides over the unicorn and rises erect. It advanced towards Harry specifically, who backed up, but tripped over a branch. He crawled backwards. You tried to think of a spell, and right when you thought of one, you hear the sound of hoofbeats. A figure leaps over Harry and runs past you and lands near the cloaked figure. It is a brown centaur. It rears, and the cloaked figure retreats, flying away. It's body disappearing.

"Harry Potter, Y/N Blackbird, you must leave. You both known to many creatures here. The forest is not safe at this time. Especially for you, Harry Potter." the centaur said. "You're Firenze, aren't you? Hagrid told me about you."
"As he has told me much about you, Ms. Blackbird." the centaur bowed to you. "You're mother was kind to us during her years here." the centaur said. You nod as Harry rose.
"What was that thing you saved us from?" Harry asled.
"A monstrous creature. It is a terrible crime to slay a unicorn. Drinking the blood of a unicorn will keep you alive even if you are an inch from death. But at a terrible price. You have slain something so pure that the moment the blood touches your lips, you will have a half-life. A cursed life." Firenze explained.
"But who would choose such a life?" Harry asked.
"Can you think of no one?" Firenze asked. 
"Do you mean to say...that that thing that killed the unicorn...that was drinking its blood...that was Voldemort?"
"Wait a second. I just pointed my wand at Voldemort himself?" you asked with a jaw dropped expression.
"Do you know what is hidden in the school at this very moment?" Firenze asked.
"The Sorcerer's Stone." you and Harry say in unison.

Suddenly, you heard a dog, Fang bark. You and Harry cock your heads up and see Hagrid, Hermione, Ron and Draco appear.
"Harry! Y/N!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Hello there, Firenze. I see you've met our young Mr. Potter and Ms. Blackbird. You two all right there?" Hagrid asked
You and Harry nods. 
"Harry Potter and Ms. Blackbird, this is where I leave you. You're safe now. Good luck." Firenze said, then scampered off.
"You may return ter your dormitories now. Our job is done 'ere." Hagrid said. 

You said goodbye to Hagrid and walk with Harry, Hermione, Draco, and Ron back towards the castle. None of you said anything on the way back. 

You went back to your room and passed out as soon as you hit your bed. 

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hey guys this is my second fanfiction on deviantart! so I have been reading some draco malfoy x reader ones and so I decided to do one. this is a songfic so yeah! I hope you enjoy it. oh and by the way draco isn't a death eater in this

well you only need the light when its burning low
only miss the sun when is starts to snow
only know you love her when you let her go

draco malfoy was walking down the the dimly lit corridor in Hogwarts. his mind thinking about you and you only. he walked to the window and stopped, this is where he first kissed you under the moonlight after the first date you had together.

only know you've been high when you're feeling low
only hate the road when your missing home
only know you lover when you let her go

he walked into the garden where he first ever talked to you. you were sitting right under that oak tree in the winter when it was snowing. you had your guitar and was singing. when your song finished he finally approached you and you two hit it off right away.

and you let her go

now you were gone.

staring at the bottom of your glass
hoping one day you'll make a dream last
but dreams come slow and they go so fast

he remembered the day you were killed in the battle of Hogwarts. you were fighting side by side, killing off all the death eaters that surrounded you. but that's when it happened. a death eater snuck up behind you and pushed you off a cliff. that was the day draco lost the most precious thing to him. the day he lost you.

he hardly ever ate after that. he never behaved normally. he would go days without out talking to someone or making fun or somebody. because he loved you and he couldn't protect you.

you see her when you close your eyes
hoping one day you'll understand why
everything you touch, oh it dies

he dreamt about you every night. your smile, oh you smile could light up a room just like that, your laugh, your laugh sounded like soft bells ringing to him. your comforting words when he was sad, the way you would hold him when he was down, the way you looked so peaceful when you were sleeping. and the way you looked the day after you two first made love.

but you only need the light when its burning low
only miss the sun when it starts to snow
only know you love her when you let her go

he was lost so deep in his thoughts he didn't know where he was, and he didn't know that tears were flowing out of his eyes like a waterfall. all he knew was that he loved you and missed you and most of all wanted you back.

he came to the tree that you both always used to sit near whenever you wanted to be alone. he saw the mark engraved in the tree you two both made which was still there. it said draco and (y/n) together forever inside a heart. right then and there he broke down in sobs.

he cried so loud that he didn't hear the crunching of leaves right beside him. he wiped his tears and looked up. when he looked up he saw you. when he saw you he jumped to his feet and hugged you. he cried into your shoulder as you whispered soothing things into his ear.

"I thought you were dead" he said after he calmed down, looking straight into your (e/c) eyes

"you know draco, I thought you would know by now that it would take a lot more than fall to kill me" you replied as your eyes sparkled with happiness now that your together.

he lowered his lips to yours and you two kissed passionately for ten minutes. he pulled back and looked into you eyes.

"I love you so much (y/n) and I swear I will everything in my power to protect you" he said

"I love you too draco" you replied

and with that you two lived happily ever after in a mansion with four kids 2 boys and 2 girls ( you can name them ) with draco working for the ministry of magic, and you owning oliveanders making it malfoys magic

the end

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