Draco Malfoy Imagines

the choices we make (revised)

Helloooo lovelies.

SO. I know this is a request from someone, I just can't find who requested it anywhere 😭

But yes this was a request :)

Pairing - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings - fighting, angst, kissing, flUfF

Summary - IDK man just read it I guess

also thanks to LEStanley7206 because they gave me a little info on Draco's actual favorite color so thank you love <3

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~Your POV~

You prayed you would find him. You didn't know how you hadn't been caught yet. By Dumbledore, by a Death Eater, by your friends... by Voldemort.

You make your way through Malfoy Manor, dozens of Death Eaters bustling around, getting ready for the battle. How did Harry not even notice his cloak was gone? He really needed to watch it better, this was your seventh time stealing it this month.

You push yourself flat against a wall as a house elf scurries past. Once he rounds the corner you let out the breath you'd been holding in. There's a staircase in front of you. You assumed Draco's room would be on an upper floor, so you quietly edge your way along the case, checking every step so the stairs won't creak.

You finally come to a hallway, lined with doors. Great. This would be harder than you thought. You try the first door. Locked. The next few doors are locked until you come to the last one right on the wall. You try the knob, and it clicks open. Your wand is gripped tightly in your hand in case this isn't Draco's room and you just made a Death Eater very mad.

The door slowly creaks open, as you peek in. Your breath catches. There sits Draco, his head leaning against his pane as he sits at his bay window. One leg hangs off the seat, the other pulled up to his chest. Gosh does he look... different. His hair is wavy now and looks dirty. He has a cut across his cheek, and his eyes look... empty.

The rain dripping outside doesn't help the mood of the dark and gloomy room. You slowly close the door clicking the lock. Draco doesn't even make a move. You slowly slip off your invisibility cloak, setting it slowly on the ground. He still hasn't moved, just gazing out the window.

You gulp before, slowly walking over to him. You hesitate, before gently touching his shoulder.

"Draco?" you whisper. His head lazily turns to look at you. He blinks a few times before it registers that you were actually there.

"Puff?" Draco whispers. You almost cry, actually seeing his face. He is gravely thin, his eyes bloodshot, his lips cracked. He looked terribly dehydrated and hungry.

"Yeah," you whisper, waiting for his reaction. Would he yell and scream? Would he just look away?

Draco quickly jumps up, wrapping his arms tightly around you, and burying his face into the crook of your neck.

"Oh god Y/n, I missed you," he sobs, tears streaking down his face. You quickly wrap your arms around him, pulling him in as close as you could. His grip on you is so tight, you thought he would squeeze you to death.

You stand there in his arms, savoring his scent, his touch. You missed being in his arms. You can feel tears prick your eyes, but he needed you right now. You wouldn't cry.