We Belong Together || Draco Malfoy X Reader

113| Self-isolation

Y/N POV

I kind of made up with Draco hours ago. Strange things happened afterwards; I didn't know if it was caused by the unexpected emergence of my foretelling skill or simply because I was in love that everything seemed to get better.

It was quite confusing to differentiate a normal dream and a prophecy one when the dream wasn't all about emotions themselves. This one dream I had a few minutes ago was a mind breaker; unlike yesterday, I witnessed everything from a third-person perspective. It was less traumatising since I didn't have to feel how McLaggen rubbed my clit with his small penis.

Still, it wasn't a pleasant experience to see yourself getting raped with your very own eyes and had no strength to stop it.

Sometimes I would like to think that perhaps it was also a dream; me and Draco being a couple sounded impossible. If I told the first-year me about the relationship she was about to have with the hair gel boy and the strong urge she would hold to depend on him this much, she would call me a scammer.

But if I told her how mini Malfoy would fall over heels for her, she would 100% believe it right away. It was embarrassing to admit, but I used to be a little narcissistic when it came to people having a crush on me, though it only lasted for the first several months into Hogwarts—as many people guessed correctly, I was a complete incognizant for romance now.

This place was a dumpster. I wasn't a hypocrite, I was a simp for someone's look at those times. I meant I couldn't get to know everyone enough to get attracted by their personality in a short time. Thank Lord, being stuck with Draco resulted in a good outcome. Although he hated most people and was a dick to them, he had always been nice to me.

And that was on falling for personality for the first time along with blooming my first love towards a ferret.

However, I disliked Draco from the moment his dad asked me to go wand shopping together with him. Then somehow someway, I started liking his smile, his sly smirk, his eyes—I ended up liking everything about him. Absurd, I would say.

It was either my brain malfunctioning or perhaps it was my destiny to be amorous with him.

Draco was sleeping soundly right now, a hand on my bum and the other chaining my shoulder. I could tolerate a little touching, as long as he didn't get inside my pants during the punishment period.

I slid my hand to his back, trying to pull him closer but failed since he was too strong. So I gave in to be the one who moved closer to him, entwining my leg around his. Accidentally, I woke him up by that.

"Is it another nightmare?" He spoke in his deep half-sleeping voice. "What's it about this time?"

He brushed my hair with gentle touch while simultaneously comforting me with soothing light words amidst the forehead kisses.

Wow Y/N. You win in life.

"You came back," I gushed, "you never left, Draco. You came back with Blaise and Theo. They got Pansy and you finished the bugger."

"Did Blaise and Theo see you bare?"

Of course, that's a very Draco Malfoy question.

"Will you let them see?" I asked back to see him rolling his eyes.

•••

We had been brainstorming the plan to defeat fate, to get me safe. It ended with a final decision where I wasn't allowed to go outside of our room until he thought it was safe for me to stroll around.

I was against his notion at first.

Talking to him about another promising solution like sending Cormac and Pansy to Azkaban for appearing and doing unholy things to me in my dream was refuted easily. His response was reasonable but I did become very stubborn for a few minutes.