Sinner | Draco Malfoy

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// hello! And thank you for 3k views, this mentions slight d*ath nothing too strong! :) I'm going to start putting warnings for y'all sorry if I didn't do it before
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You didn't say anything, instead you basked into his aroma, allowing sleep to take over your body, you felt Fred's arms wrap tightly around your body, afraid to let you go, he was afraid that tomorrow you would leave without him explaining to you about his feelings, 'I'm gonna get you back, Georgie' he thought to himself, his eyes wandered around the room until they landed on your face, the soft breaths you would take with your lips slightly parted, the once in a while snore that randomly escaped, your messy hair all over his arm, some strands tickling his neck each time he moved, but he remained as quiet as possible.

He didn't want to wake you, you looked so peaceful, so calm, so ethereal. the only time he's ever seen you so calm is when you're wrecked out of your brain, Fred never admitted it to anyone that he fancied you beside George, and George decided he wished to speak the truth tonight, Fred always thought about how nice it would feel to kiss your lips, or your forehead, Fred was a giver for forehead kisses.

You shifted slightly in your sleep, Fred tried to remain as still as possible, but his heart was pounding out of his chest each second his body was this close to yours, your leg hooked over his body, and Fred took the opportunity to turn his body to face you, your bodies intertwined with one another, Fred's arm was slightly losing feeling but he enjoyed it, he used his other hand to brush a piece of hair out of your face, your nose twitched, and Fred thought that was the most adorable thing he's ever seen.

"Freddie." You mumbled in your sleep, Fred's head snapped from your hair searching for your eyes, but they were still closed tightly, "yes?" He spoke back quietly, "I like you too." You whispered nuzzling your head further into his neck. Fred didn't think his heart could beat any quicker than it did. his breathing steadied, a smile formed on your lips opening your eyes, Fred didn't think he could like another girl in this moment, "you do?" He beamed.

"I do." You couldn't help but let a laugh escape your lips, "so may I have your permission my lady, to kiss your lips?" Fred raised his eyebrows, and you nodded, leaning in and so did fred, the second Fred's lips touched yours, call it cliche but you felt fireworks and sparks in your body, the butterflies  blossoming into your belly as your lips moved in synchronization with one another, your hand resting on his cheek, Fred pulled away first not wanting anything to go further than just a kiss. His forehead resting on yours.

"How long have you liked me?" You asked, starring deeply into his eyes, "five months." Fred smiled sheepishly, "why so long to make a move?" you replied, were you intimidating? Scary? An awful person? or was he not that interested, "because you always had eyes for another." Fred admitted, and your cocked your head to the left. "And who may that be?" You were confused, who did you date or fancy?

"The blonde boy who you were upset about." Fred laughed, "I've never fancied Draco." You tried to defend yourself. "Are you sure you're not lying to yourself right now sweets?" fred teased, and you rolled your eyes at the red head in front of you, "I'm not a liar Freddie, but quick question?" You furrowed your eyebrows in hopes for Fred to give you exactly what you needed.

"What do you need, y/n? Can't go a few hours without being high?" Fred chuckled, and you shrugged, "are you simply out of your mind? You've been my dealer, Freddie. Of course I can't go a few hours." You had a grin smeared across your face, Fred mumbled a nonverbal spell and handed you the blue pill that you are oh so familiar with. "thank you Freddie." You shot him a smile, placing the pill on your tongue, but it wasn't about getting high right now, you just wanted to see him in your city.

It was something about the made up reality that made you feel so much comfort into the made up character you've created with just the ability of being intoxicated by so many different toxins into your body, you allowed your mind to create this city for you, you allowed your mind to create the boy you thought knew, but better. you created your whole life that you always desired.

but that's the thing, you desire too much, you desire the perfect life, with a beautiful city, the beautiful home, the humongous home that you shared with the blue eyed blondie, but that wasn't your current reality, that was something your subconscious had developed for you from being so intoxicated. now you are starting to think was this a mistake? did I mess up my idea of real life situations all because I want the things I can never conquer to have.

or was this the drugs taking over your mind completely not allowing you to see the bigger picture, the future you could have if you just stopped everything you are doing right now and get on the right path, Fred was asleep before you, and you sighed in relief knowing that you can roam around your city with no interruptions, you didn't like those, those who interrupt your every movement, thought, peace.

Maybe all you really wanted in life was peace, maybe you desired peace and honesty, and the simplicity that you never had, maybe you needed clarity on all situations that were unspoken of, and that was your story, the unspoken life of y/n, you were just a witch in a huge world with no direction in mind but only to follow the road that leads you to right back to your addiction, and you had no redemption, you had no willpower, instead you are driving on that high way, driving so fast that you don't know where you are headed. you have no direction, no navigation.

just a road, a dark bumpy never ending road that always stops at your addiction, and you always seem to follow that road. your life was a road, never ending, stopping alway too frequently, your mind was a car, you needed gasoline to fuel your body, without the gasoline, you break down, you freeze.

you can stop right in your tracks, but you didn't want to think of that right now. you wanted to see your city, your palace, your life you've created in your mind that you love to travel to.

but how long can this keep up? how were you going to live your life if you are so caught up in the life the drugs made you, you were no longer a person, you couldn't even recognize yourself, you were not the same girl you knew years ago.

But this is your life now,

living in a palace in a humorous city, filled with gold and silver, a boy who in real life doesn't spare you the attention you longed for, a place where your mind can wander whenever it wants to, only when you are high.

So did your mind trick you into getting high all the time only to visit your safe haven? of course it did, in everyone's eyes you were only a drug addict anyway, you barely had a best friend, you confessed to your dealer you like him, and your other dealer fucked you and got with a girl the following hours?

and you decided that you will stay in your city filled with all your desires.

because if you somehow die one day, you wish to live in peace in your city.