Draco Malfoy x Reader fics

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

credit to: malfoysmatrioshka

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

requested: yes | no

genre: angst & fluff

words: 1.3k

summary: after the battle of hogwarts, draco finds you injured and takes care of you.

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Looking around, you felt as if time was passing you both quickly and slowly at the same time. You had a sense you had been laying on the floor of what once was the Great Hall for quite some time, which had now been turned into an emergency infirmary by Madam Pomfrey. But, you felt like you had only been laying her for a fraction of a second.

You only knew you had to have been laying here for a while because with what little energy you had left, you used it to stay awake. You feared that if you closed your eyes, you wouldn't be able to open them. Out of the corner of your eyes, you watched many people pass by. You watched the Weasley family mourn over the loss of Fred. You could distinguish heads of red hair bowing their heads, whispers and cries of disbelief in the air. You weren't particularly close to the family, but you couldn't help but mourn as well in your corner of the room.

So many have died in a matter of hours, all because of Voldemort and his band of supporters. The only one of his supporters you held any sympathy for was Draco Malfoy. You had known him the entire time you have been at Hogwarts. In the last three years, you became close with the Slytherin Prince and started seeing each other romantically. However, starting in his sixth year, he had pulled further away until you had nothing of him left except memories. Now you understood why.

Almost as if he could read your mind, you heard footsteps entering the large room. You looked over, you immediately could identify his black leather shoes as soon as you looked over, despite not having enough energy to even look up. In hushed voices, you heard Madam Pomfrey and Draco discussing.

"You have a lot of nerve showing up here, sir." Pomfrey practically hissed at him. You couldn't even see her, but you knew there was a scrawl on her face and was urging him out of the room.

"Madam Pomfrey." Draco held his ground and his feet were tied to the ground, despite the woman dismissing him. "I'm not looking for trouble, alright? I wish to check on Y/N, then I'll leave."

She must have been feeling generous today because next thing you knew, you smelled Draco's cologne as he knelt beside you. The smell of smoke and blood masked his cologne, but of course, the man still was presentable in times of war.

"Y/N.." He whispered softly, attempting to get your attention. He must have been able to tell you had little to no energy left. You felt a coolness on your cheeks as he lifted your head until your eyes met his icy ones. So much pain was in those eyes. You knew then that he held so much regret for everything he has done. He has regretted leaving you with no answers, joining the Death Eaters because of his family. You felt like you could look into those eyes forever until you felt pain.

A soft hiss escaped your lips as it seemed your brain was finally registering the injury to your right leg. Draco's eyebrows furrowed, and he looked down, realizing that you were injured. Your knee high sock usually covering your leg was rolled down to your ankles and a deep cut covering your knee to your middle lower leg was bleeding. Madam Pomfrey had stitched your leg to stop most of the bleeding, but the injury looked much worse than it was.

"Jesus, did Pomfrey run out of bandages?" He whispered and rolled his eyes. Even in times of war, he was still Draco and complaining, you thought to yourself.

Without another second spared, you felt yourself being lifted into Draco's toned arms. "Draco, what are you-" You spoke, but he shushed your words until you both were safely out of the infirmary and into one hallway almost practically destroyed.

He replaced his quick run with a slow pace as he walked through the corridor. You only saw glimpses of the hallway, but you recognized he was taking you to the Slytherin dorms.

"Don't worry, Y/N." He suddenly said aloud, startling you as you were deep in thought of the events of today. "I understand you might hate me ever since sixth year. Maybe I deserve such treatment after all the pain I have caused. But please, give me a chance to at least fix a little of the pain."

It was uncommon to hear Draco Malfoy apologize for anything; it left you speechless. All you could do was nod and close your eyes, trying to gain some rest while Draco carried you up the stairs that barely existed.

Thanks to the Slytherin common room and dorms being in the dungeons, most of the space had been spared in the war. While furniture and paintings were destroyed and thrown around, the room was still standing. You opened your eyes as he could walk into the room without saying a password, as the woman usually in the painting had disappeared and the room was unprotected.

Draco pulled out his wand, holding you in just one arm. He looked around the common room frantically, ready to defend himself in case there was anyone remaining. With the coast clear, he carried you up the winding stairwell to where his previous dorm was before he had been forced to resign to join the Death Eaters.

You opened your eyes, and a small smile appeared. "I remember this room clearly, don't you?" You whispered against his chest, looking up at him. He looked at where his bed used to be, a small smirk appearing on his pale face.

"Clearly, Y/L/N. I haven't forgotten those nights one bit."

Before you could ask why exactly we were in his old dorm room, he opened the door to a private bathroom and sat you down on the edge of the sink. The man opened the bathroom cabinet, pulling out a towel and bandages.

Without saying a word, Draco knelt down and cared for your injured leg. After cleaning up the area, he wrapped the bandage around your leg. When he finished, he looked up at you, gently kissing a spot on the bandage. "Better?"

"Yeah." You smiled softly, allowing yourself to finally take a deep breath. This was the first private moment you had to yourself since the battle had begun.

Suddenly, everything had hit you. Flashbacks of the battle had replayed in your head. You remembered watching Draco walk over to Voldemort's side, despite you reaching over to hold him back. Seeing so many of your classmates and friends die before your eyes. Tears had formed in the corners of your eyes, which rolled down your face as a quiet sob escaped your lips.

"Darling." Draco's face saddened as he got back on his feet, realizing you had cried. "I'm so sorry." That was all he could muster to say, as a feeling of extreme guilt had come over him.

All you could do was pull him in closer, hugging him as tightly as you could. You may not fully understand why he did what he did. You'll never forget what you have seen today. But throughout all the years, Draco was your best friend and eventually, lover.

Draco was just 17 years old, but you could see the little boy inside him now. The 11-year-old who just wanted his family's approval, no matter the cause. The boy who had no choice.