Our Addiction || Draco Malfoy x Reader

reality of a soon to be murderer

The next few chapters will be Draco's pov, until I put "Y/n pov:" so remember dat for the future <3

    I'm angry with myself for not kissing her in the back of the store. She was so close that I could almost picture the way her lips swelled after I would pull away late nights in my dorm. Instead they stayed how they were, glossed with some muggle product.

Her eyelashes batted at me slowly against the bookshelf and I had completely forgotten where we were or that my best friend was sitting across from us smirking delightfully. I just wanted her. I wanted Fred's stupid little grin that he gets around her, gone.

After finding Blaise we all sit on the stools along the bar that was almost empty, besides the old men weary raggedy robes. I was forced to remove myself from the line of Y/n's perfume I was getting and sit down chairs away.

Fred and George's lips upturn seeing her and she immediately sits next to Fred and Blaise. Blaise shoots me a dreadful look and I knew I owed him for getting them out. I just needed to be able to talk to her.

Fred picks up one of the books she had settled on her lap. He had no hurry and let his fingers graze against her thigh beforehand.

I order three shots of fire whiskey. The wizard behind the bar shoots me a weird look but he sets all three down anyways.

"Mum used to read me this when I was younger. Father brought it home from work one night. He was ecstatic holding a muggle book in his hands." Fred says, opening to the first page with a smile.

I hold in gag, and raise my eyes brows at Theo. I dart my eyes back to the book and then to him. How did he fucking manage to get pick up a random book that 'meant something' to Fred.

"Really?" Y/n questions, leaning forward to read the first words. If I wasn't here would she be swooning? Her first love, telling her about muggle books showing her his 'sensitive' side.

How sweet of him.

"Yes, it's a classic." George chimes in before taking a long look at Blaise.

"I'll start it tonight."

Fred starts again, "By the time we get home the girls will probably be asleep. You can read in Percy's room if you want, or by the fireplace. I would say our room but Harry would just eye us the entire time."

I look down. What a fucking flirt. Can he not keep his dick in his pants for one minute. We're in public for merlin sake.

"The fireplace sounds nice," She says softly.

"How has break been, Y/n?" Blaise asks, turning the conversation around.

"Lovely I guess. It's nice seeing everyone again. How are your guys? I still want photos of you all in matching pjs."

"It's been boring without you, but we've managed." He lies through his teeth.

It has been boring. The cold manor only reeks of disgusting perverts of men who get high off of power.

I glance back down to my left arm which burned and took another shot.

Blaise has managed to get out of the meetings considering he's not a death eater. He sits in the library until we are done. Theo and I have been sucking up to old men for hours on end everyday.

When we aren't at meeting we're just drinking kilometers away on my property, or sitting in one of our rooms while Pansy try's to come on to me in front of everyone. At first I almost let her. She's something comforting. Something that reminds me of the sad innocence of childhood. I never give in, though. Blaise always brings me back to reality. So those days always end up the same. I push her off and her and Theo disappears until she calms down.

I used to think he would only sleep with her then, but he assures me he doesn't. He says she's too vulnerable; that he can't take advantage of her when she's upset with me. He really just doesn't want to hear her moan my name while he sucks on her neck.

I never understood what he's has seen in her, but then I remember when she wasn't always just a drunk hookup to me.

She used to be fun to hang out with. I could even say she was one of my best friends growing up. She has similar parents. When we were ten, our parents had dinners together she started to come sit in my room and cry. It scared me at first. She would repeat the nasty things the men who come by her house would say to her. I didn't know what they meant until years later.

After a while I would listen always. Being almost comforted that she was more alike to me then I could've imagined. It made me feel normal I wasn't the only one with a life I had to live in front of people, while I always just wanted to go anywhere else.

I never realized that her coming to my room became way more than just a therapy session to her. That it wasn't as innocent as I thought it was to her. When I started talking to her she would just stare at me with puppy eyes.

Until fourth year.

She had came up to see me like she always did, except she wasn't sad. She wanted to know how I was doing. She wanted to listen this time.

As I became comfortable and started to talk she hugged me. I pulled away confused. Her big eyes had stared up at me for an awkward moment until she stood on her tippy toes to kiss me. I lost my virginity that night, with Pansy sprawled out on my bed and fourteen year old me still confused.

Slowly she stopped listening to me as much, and I stopped listening to her. Our somewhat innocent talks of our lives were gone and we both resulted to sex for comfort.

"We better get going, we wouldn't want to take up your time." Fred says breaking my stare on a glass bottle that sits across the room. He props Y/n off the chair and she turns her head to me in concern.

George stood up laughing with Blaise. Since when did Blaise laugh with George?

"I'll see you guys next week, ok?" Y/n asks.

Theo smirks at her, "Wouldn't miss it for the world, my love."

I hide the need to smack him. Blaise nods his head and hugs her again. They all leave the room and I see Fred pull out the same stuffed animal as Y/n was holding. Except she was already holding hers.

They're matching?

How could I forget to get her a present? I hadn't expected to see her tonight but I didn't even get her anything before she left.

Had she expected anything?

They step outside and apparent away. She was gone.

Again.

And I'm back to the twisty feeling that sits in my throat. I'm not Fred. I'm not Harry. She's sweet and innocent. Even her laugh is perfect. How am I supposed to compete with her first love, who obviously is working for her back? Or the fucking 'chosen one'?

I barely even know her.

"Draco, let's go." Theo says. The smile he had put on for everyone was gone, and we head outside.

It was late at night now, but the streets were stilled filled with different wizards of all ages smiling. It was all lit up beautifully.

As we get to a corner of the road they both apparent away. I wait for a moment, staring out to the busy streets with people surrounding me feels surreal. Like I'm not a death eater.

Like I'm not destined to be a murderer.

Like the girl I can possibly fall in love with isn't destined for death.