Draco Malfoy x Reader fics

"comfort" (D.M)

credit to : hellohellook on tumblr the death mark has been given + draco's one and only comforts him. warnings - none (i think)draco,

i'll come tomorrow at 9am. rest well, and don't worry - tattoos are badass.

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i didn't get a reply from him, but i didn't expect one. the next morning, i bid farewell to my parents and left for malfoy manor by floo powder at ten to nine exactly.

no one was in the living room when i arrived, and i couldn't hear any talking anywhere. i wouldn't be surprised if his father was out at work as usual, but narcissa would be the one who's feeling this the most - second to draco himself, of course. before i went upstairs to find my boyfriend, i wondered out into the garden, knowing his mother would be by the little table in the open space that was surrounded by blossomed trees and well kept flowers.

i found her shortly after, exactly where i'd predicted, with a novel, a small ceramic tea set and the company of a little house elf. the smell of the herbal tea i had sent her as a christmas gift flourished through the air, enveloping with the warm summer's breeze. if we were under other circumstances, i would've joined her and conversed over small nothings with just us and our steaming cups of tea.

i purposely made my steps audible as i approached, offering a small smile as she looked over and noticed my presence. she sent a smile back and got up, opening her arms as we met halfway to embrace. i took the moment to silently comfort the woman who had offered me love since me and draco had become friends, and he had brought me back here to introduce me to his parents. it was a shame that the next few years would be so hard on her: now with draco's mark and the tasks that would accompany it, i knew she only wanted to keep him safe and protected. after short exchanges, she confirmed that draco was in his room - had been for some time now - and i left to go find him.

at his door, i knocked once and heard silence in greeting. i knew he was in there, and i didn't need permission to come in; my being-there wouldn't be a bother to him, and i knew what he needed right now, even if he was ever too stubborn to admit it. i opened the door and quietly walked in, shutting the door behind me.

the curtains were wide open, probably the work of a house elf of narcissa herself. draco was on his bed, rested against the headboard with one knee hitched up, holding up his arm that rested on it. he stared down, eyes sunken in and looking utterly exhausted. his hair was just casually messy, obviously the product of his hands running through it, and his all black outfit was long sleeved, despite the warm weather outside.

i slowly sat down next to him, just resting against the headboard and placing my hand on his shoulder, waiting for him to speak. he turned to look at me, and the first thing i noticed up close were his eyes. i've seen many sides of draco; teasing, angry, arrogant, excited and even peaceful...but i'd never seen him without expression at all. his eyes held nothing, a contrast to the usual grey that screamed how he felt. i studied him briefly, none of us saying a word.

"thank you for coming." his voice was hollow, missing the teasing tones or the sarcasm that was always behind his words.

"of course." he dropped the eye contact and looked at his covered left arm that was closest to me before slowly rolling his sleeve up. i patiently waited as the infestation of ink against a once blank, pale canvas was visually unravelled from black fabric.

there it was. the dark mark.

cautiously, i raised my hand and grazed against the still soft skin, feeling it briefly and then covering it completely with my palm. i looked up to him to see him studying me intently.

"how are you feeling?"

he sighed and dropped the eye contact to tilt his head towards the ceiling, resting it back against the headboard. his jawline stood more prominent, and his jaw clenched in a mixture of emotions. i watched his hair fall around his eyes as he closed them and exhaled, contemplating his answer truthfully.

he spoke, "dumbledore. i'm supposed to kill him."

i moved my gaze to the mark that was still hidden from view before asking, "this is definite?"

he nodded.

"the man's lived enough, anyway. although, i must admit, he isn't as great as everyone says. too many errors of judgement, too many secrets and enough honour to his name already. you'll be okay."

"it's not him i'm worried about. without his protection over hogwarts, they'll infiltrate the place. in a few days, we're organising the vanishing cabinet for me to be brought in." i nodded slowly, listening carefully.

removing my hand from his forearm, i brought it to the side of his face and used my thumb to stroke his cheek. "i'm here for you, always. you're not doing these tasks alone and i don't want you to ever think that, draco. my love - you're okay."

he moved his head to look at me. breaking through the still atmosphere, he brought his arms and lifted me slightly, bringing me to sit on his lap. my head rested against his chest and his chin laid on top of my hair, both of us trying to be as close to eachother as possible. it felt like we slot together just exactly everytime we embraced like this. his hands clasped casually as he tugged me tighter into him, exhaling heavily.

i closed my eyes, breathing in his scent and moving one hand to the back of his neck to casually play with his soft hair in an attempt to calm his thoughts. he moved his head next to my ear and whispered, "my love. my love, my love, my love."

i pushed my face further into his chest to hide my childish smile, hearing a weak chuckle come from his chest as i did so.

he kissed my hair and then rested in the space between my neck and shoulder, breathing in. i guess we were both guilty of loving the other's scents.

a few long moments passed of us just enjoying eachothers warm and steady presence, before the silence was broken through by my voice. "i'm serious though; don't push me away. i know how you are, draco. you need me now more than ever, and i don't have any intention of ever leaving."

he nodded against my hair and skin, then pulling backwards and gently moved my jaw to look at him. his eyes held clearer sadness now, but there was the tilt of a smile that came to the surface. draco nodded slowly and his stare switched from each eye, really, really looking at me.

"i love you."

and draco did. he genuinely loved her.

the source of his internal pain at saying those three words didn't come from being untruthful, but because he had to stop loving her.

what he didn't love, was the third and final task; 'eliminate all distractions and weaknesses.'