Draco Malfoy One Shots and Fluff

d.m - starved

this short story will be based in the last year of harry potters' hogwarts education. you are new this year, and have come to hogwarts from ilvermorny to do your final exams in england. you don't know who draco malfoy is and don't know about his past, yet you are attached to his features and wonder why he is alone 24/7, why he flinches every time someone gets close or tries to touch him, but you never ask anyone at school.

studying in hogwarts library, books spread acrooss the table, my hair sprawled infrotn of my face.

i look over to a boy sitting across the room from me, hes already staring, stone eyes bearing into mine as i sit there, ink bleeding from my pen carelessly, as i get lost in his eyes.

he stands, approaches me with his belongings and sits next to me, continuing to do his studying he plays with my hand, soft, gently tracing his fingers over my knuckles.

after minutes he takes my hands in his and forces me to stand up, he packs my things in my bag and does the same with his, placing my bag on my shoulder, taking my hand and leading me out of the library, into the cold wind.

i shake, he notices and holds my hand firmer.

leading me down the hallway, we reach a lake; dark, rippling water surrounds my ears, he leads me further down the grass, stopping just so the water splashing up to my shoes slightly. i look up at him, his jawline standing out from the moonlight which casts behind him.

his hand is cold, his fingers once again trailing over mine, he looks down at me and catches my gaze. he turns, faces me, cups my cheek and leans his nose into my neck, nuzzling into my hair. he wraps a hand around my waist, and i instantly collapse in his hands.

so touch starved, i do the same, and wrap my hands around his torso. i sniffle and he pulls back from me to see tears rolling down my cheeks, illuminated by the moon.

his thumb reaches up and drags across my face gently, wiping my tears.

this boy, this stranger, this person has shown me more affection in ten minutes than anyone has in my whole life.

i notice his eyes are welling up too, the blue in them being drowned but the heavy tears being formed. they roll down and scatter off in different directions.

i place my head on his chest, listening to his heavy breathing and rising heartbeat. this stranger seems to have more in common to me, and yet we havent spoke since he sat down with me.

our sobs become quieter, yet his grasp is still firm around me, and his head leans on mine. i attempt to pull back but he just holds me tighter.

"stay." i nod against his chest and he begins to play with my hair, twisting it, combing it with his fingers.

"i dont know your name."

"my name doesnt matter," his voice is sharp and deep, "i just need this right now."

hi, so i know this isn't good/grammatically correct, but i didn't write this for wattpad straight away. it was gonna be just for myself, but i decided to put it on here so you guys could enjoy it. don't forget to vote!

thanks,
-V