Dracotok Story

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You run to your room, feeling lightheaded when you get there. You lean against the counter in your bathroom, overlooking your red tear stained face to inspect your neck bruises.

Slut.

You can't stand to look at them, and fall to your knees, sitting with your back against the counter. You hold your neck as if hiding the red marks, even though there's no one else is there.

Whore.

You start to shake, and suddenly feel like you're in danger, even though there's nothing there to harm you. You can't see through all the crying, so you decide on keeping your eyes closed until you calm down. Who knows how long until that's going to happen.

Malfoy's Whore.

Draco. He was wrong. He caused this.... I hope he's okay. I hope he beats the shit out of Cedric; He was asking for it. I was asking for it... I didn't cover them up. This is all my fault.

You scream through the tears when someone grabs your shoulders. "Hey, shh... you're okay." You look up at him, his eyes full of regret and worry. Draco holds your face in his hands for just enough time for you to notice the multiple scratches on the side of his face and the various bruises that are soon to get red. He also has scratches oh his arms and hands, looking as if he got caught in the whomping willow.

He pulls you into a hug and you cry over his shoulder. You hold onto him like a lifeline, and he rubs your back and holds the back of your head trying to hush your cries.

Only after your crying and shaking subsides, you pull away, quickly wiping your tears away.

Draco (still holding on to you like you're fragile) looks at you for a couple seconds. He looks like he might have shed some tears himself. After taking a couple seconds to think of the right wording, he said "I am so, so sorry, y/n. I never intended on that happening. I swear that was not my intention. I should have listened to you. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Draco. You had good intentions."

He stands up, pulling you to stand up after him. You make your way over to your room, where you lay down, resting your head on a pillow, and hugging another. "I'm not going to class," you quietly say, and he understands.

Draco lays with you for about ten minutes, gently rubbing your shoulder. "I'll be back in just a couple minutes, darling. Will you be okay here?"

You simply nod and close your eyes again.

You ended up falling asleep, so Draco nudged you awake when he got back. His face and arms were all healed, and he had three books in his hands: "simple healing charms all wizards should know", "a guide to healing minor injuries", and "200 charms your parents won't teach you (for mature readers)."

"Stopped by the hospital wing," he said before muttering something about Diggory having some sharp rings. "I got some books that can hopefully help get rid of the hickeys.... I'm really sorry, y/n. I wish I wish I could take it back."

"It's okay. I can always cover it up with makeup."

Draco sits on the other side of your bed and sets his pile of books down, going through each one. He spends most his time flipping through the last book, getting distracted looking at some of the pages.

"Find anything?" You ask.

He quickly shuts the book, keeping his hand in between the pages. "Erm, no."

"Then what's so interesting in there?"

"Nothing."

You steal the book from him, opening up the page he was just on. "Merlin!" You say. "Might want to keep this one," you mutter.

"Y/n!"

"What, you're the one that was intently staring at this page."

He doesn't know how to respond to that. "Something tells me we aren't going to find any healing charms in here."

You giggle, putting your head back on the pillow.

He spends the next couple minutes skimming through the other books, but finds nothing that can help. After apologizing again, he lays down behind you again and puts an arm around you.