Sequel to Remark. Minor death warning.
Although the realisation of your love for Draco had been a quiet and calm matter, the declaration of said love was anything but. In fact, it happened in front of your entire defence against the dark arts class.
Everyone hates boggarts. They left people jittery and twitchy, constantly jumping at things or acting irrationally for at least a day or two afterwards. You had yet to go, having hung back and avoided the teachers gaze successfully so far. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, had made one too many snide remarks - and had just been called up to the front.
He's much more hesitant than his cocky posture from before, and you find yourself edging closer to the front, whether this is to comfort yourself or him is unknown. The cupboard thumps and everyone flinches back, Draco instinctively raising his wand like a shield. The teacher unspells the cupboard, and the class waits - breath in throat.
But instead of a figure or creature emerging, instead the cupboard door creaks open and out falls a limp body. The robes clearly belong to a student, and you learn slightly closer to see who it is.
It's you.
Eyes cold and glazed, chest still and skin ashen, it's clear for all to see it's dead.
The students around you are unsure as to how to react, eyes flickering from Draco's frozen posture to your own wary one. A few seconds tick by and Draco still has yet to move, face slack and eyes glued to the boggart. You pull your shoulders back slightly, standing up straight and gently approaching your boyfriend. You can see from here just how much of a physical effect the boggart was having, the frantic flickering of his eyes over the supposed body, the uncontrolled rise and fall of his chest and the trembling of his fingers.
Reaching out, you skim your fingers against his arm and he startles, jumping away. However, his eyes do finally detach from the boggart and he stares at you for a few moments. Launching forward to wrap his arms around you, he buries his head in your neck, squeezing. The teacher - having concluded that Draco would not be dealing with the Boggart - silently moves to deal with the creature, careful not to make too much noise. Draco's breathing evens out the longer he clings to you, and you continue the soothing actions of rubbing circles on his back. Eventually, he pulls away, still skittish but no longer shaking. He is still too shaken to care about his classmate's stares, one hand clamped in the sleeve of your robe.
The next student steps forward and some of the attention shifts to him, allowing you to sneak Draco towards the back of the room. You lean against him, resting your cheek against his shoulder, arms interlocked.
"Love you," You whisper.
YOU ARE READING
Draco X reader one shots (Finished)
RomanceYou meet Draco when he picks on Harry, someone you had become friends with, and slowly figure out the bad boy wasn't a boy who had made bad choices. He was a boy with no choices. So you stayed. I do not own the Harry Potter world. Obviously.
