The Dragon Variation

Chapter Sixteen

Don't Expect Anything To Change Because You Fell In Love.

Draco has been playing the game erroneously. He's been playing blind. Without information.

Draco's love is uncommon. Rare. Disconcerting. Draco never saw what love looks like. He barely saw his father ever touch his mother in a loving manner. He has no real conception of what love is because it was Draco's presence that turned Lucius sour.

Truth is Lucius loved Narcissa greatly. Deeply. Longingly. They had a son together, and Lucius adored him. Formi was his spitting image. But Narcissa—she couldn't quite connect with Formi—she was even scared of him as a baby.

So they had another. And he looked just like her. Beautiful blue and silver eyes, he has her thin lips and carved cheeks—although his were chubby at the time. He was soft and didn't cry or scream like Formi did. He was all hers and she adored him.

But that birth was traumatic and almost killed her. It made her weak and frail after that. Lucius resented Draco for it. He simply saw him as a disappointment to the Malfoy name and the child that almost killed his beloved wife.

Narcissa loved him more than anything, more than she had ever loved Lucius, but Lucius was Lucius. And Draco was Draco; two completely different sides.

But—whatever he feels for Olli—the pulling on his heart—he believes is worth dying for. Worth rising for.

Setting himself up for a unworthy destruction is exactly what he'll do if it means Olli, the truest love of his life, will be safe. He's been hiding her for years. In his head. So convinced that he'd be seen as weak for being in love.

That is where he is wrong. Pushing down and locking away his emotions and feelings, only letting them out with the smallest relapse—instead—he never considered that she is the last of a dying breed. A pureblood witch with exceptional magical ability. A faithfully servant to the Dark Lord with military titles and roles.

Pansy is different. That is where he has been going wrong. He's been viewing Pansy and Olli as the same.

They are the furthest from similar.

No doubt, what Theo did was 'wrong', and Pansy served as a lesson for him because Voldemort latches to weaknesses and manipulates them.

Draco has been viewing Olli as a weakness.

Olli isn't a weakness. She isn't. She just isn't.

She is a strength. She irreplaceable. She is a Faberge egg. Priceless.

A rare witch with pure fucking blood. He is going to plan this to their advantage.

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Draco gently runs his thumb over Olli's cheek, leaning over her before snapping them away when he sees movement behind her eyelids.

She groans from the core of her throat, fluttering her eyes open at him, pressing her hand to her head and holding her throat.

It's a blinding white in the small sterile room.

Olli blinks repeatedly at him, trying to make out his blurred outline—only being able to make out his molten silver hair and his black robes. 

"Can you say 'my name is Ophelia O'Callaghan. I am from District Two'?" he asks sternly.

Her fingers jump to her throat to feel the bruising. The skin is tender and sore.

"You're in the St Mungo's Infirmary. You've just had an internal cast removed from your neck so it might be sore to start with, but they said you'll be fine within half an hour. Voldemort has requested your presence. We don't have long." Draco's voice travels through the light. It's a blinding white in the small sterile room. "Can you say your name and district?" he asks again.