Our Addiction || Draco Malfoy x Reader

wanted (not in the good way)

Y/n pov:

It's quiet. A kind of quiet that has me whipping my head around as if someone else is in here.

I thought Daisy would be living in here to, but she only appears if I call for her or around set times to eat. Which makes sense, I think. She is owned under the Malfoy name. If they notice she's gone and ask where she is going it won't end well.

It's been forty nine hours since Blaise has left me here. I've examined every crook or crevice there seems to be and I somehow can't find a way out.

I don't even remember how we came inside. One moment we were outside by a tree and the next we were here.

I can't believe myself. I just let them take me away like that. I have no idea what's happening right now because I didn't run back. Or even fight it.

I remember Fred's voice telling me to run if things got bad, but why should I?

If running means leaving behind the people I love to die, then how can it possibly be a good thing?

I've received no letters. It makes sense since it's only be two days but being exiled from all things in the outside world is exhausting. I can do nothing but worry.

Even the bloody television doesn't work. Who in the hell puts a tv in a room just for decoration??

I roll my eyes over to the fake curtains on the wall.

Probably the same person who made up the fake window idea.

"Daisy?" I call out into the air.

Even her name echoes through the house.

Crack! The same elf appears in front of me. Her bows are blue today.

"You need something, Miss? A sandwich maybe?" Her voice squeaks.

"Do you have any idea what is going on?"

"Going on where, miss?" She responds with a smile.

"Hogwarts."

Her smile falls. "Is not good at Hogwarts, miss...." she warns. "But- but Daisy has been ordered not to say anything. Daisy would be punished."

I frown at her. "Draco wouldn't hurt you."

She shakes her head to stop from saying anything else.

My eyebrows furrow, "Has Draco hitten you?"

"No, no he would never. Elder elves who work for him. They are mean. Yes, very mean." She pauses and thinks to herself for moments before saying, "Sandwich?"

I breath in a heavy sigh telling myself to ignore the feeling of about to cry. "Yes, please."

Draco pov:

All four of us sit in my room. Not my dorm at Hogwarts. At the Malfoy manor.

Death eaters swarm in my house. They even walk into my room to congratulate me and how amazing it is I'm stronger than my father.

Father hates this and he has made it clear twice already. I have another bruise and cut on my cheek right where he had punched me months ago when Pansy had been telling him I was 'sleeping with a mudblood'.

The death eaters call it my battle trophy. As if it wasn't given to me by my own father from 'jealousy'.

I don't know why he's jealous.

This is what he wanted. He signed Theo and I up for this almost before we were even born.

Fourth year me would think he would've been proud.

It's foolish to think about now.

Theo clears his throat and lifts the bottle of fire whisky to his lips.

Blaise flips through a book that he's clearly not reading.

Pansy hasn't looked at me. She won't even directly talk to me. Theo acts like he hasn't forgiven her but the way they sit together right now tells me otherwise.

Blaise looks up from the book. "George Weasley knows. He found out from Fred Weasley, who is panicking from Y/n becoming missing by the way, who knows you two were- are together."

I look to the closed door. "Anyone can hear you."

"I thought you should know before a have a team of, however many gingers there are, show up here."

Theo takes a breath. "They aren't that stupid."

I shake my head at Theo. "They treated her like family."

Pansy picks at her skin.

She finally speaks up with raised eyebrows as if she's remembered something. "You and George Weasley talk?"

Blaise scrunches up his face as if he tasted something bad. "We're friends."

Pansy smiles. "That's what I meant, obviously."

If Blaise could blush, he would've. His eyes widen and return back to his book in seconds, not daring to say anything else.

"So where is she anyways." Pansy states like a sentence and bitterly. She doesn't say it to me personally but I answer.

"Like we would tell you." I mutter.

Her face flushes and scoots into Theo even more. He doesn't acknowledge her.

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The next night I'm really nervous about Y/n. Daisy has told me how she's doing when she sees her.

In the last couple hours Daisy has been called away tens of time and I'm worried someone will notice.

I'm also worried that she's so desperate to where she needs to call an elf.

I push back thoughts of Potter. He knows we're hiding her.

How can I be so stupid to tell him she's safe? I could've played dumb.

I'm already wanted for being a death eater. Now I'm a what? A kidnapper?

It'll only add to the list.

By the way Blaise reads his letters from George Weasley, who has been constantly sending updates (probably without any of the weasel family knowing), it doesn't look good.

I wouldn't be surprised if an army actually showed up in my courtyard demanding we hand her over. 

Speaking of letters, I can't pick up a pen to write to Y/n.

I can't even bring myself to look at the parchment paper that is ready for me to write it all down. Before I said goodbye I wasn't a wanted murderer.

Now I am.

I mean, I didn't commit the murder. But I feel that since I've been preparing myself to become one can take a toll of our relationship.

Oh and also the fact I have no fucking clue when we can bring her back here, too.

We can't actually just hand her back.

She needs a story. Even then, I'm stuck in the Malfoy manor until the Dark Lord has put me in charge of another order.

Which could be soon as the next couple days or a couple months. It's going to be a war, I've been told. We have to prepare to win and lose.

So when we hand her back I still won't be able to see her.

Maybe it's selfish of me to want to keep her there, where I know she's safe, rather than bring her back. In the bunker I feel like she's closer to me and not plotting how the other side will not die (win the war).

Which lately, after killing Dumbledore, seems unlikely.

The whole wizardy world is going insane. Wouldn't that make me a bad boyfriend for wanting to protect her from that?

Can I even call her my girlfriend?