Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

Please, Stay with Me || chapter seventy-three

I dropped down to my hands and knees next to Draco, screaming for Molly and Arthur.

"Draco," I sobbed his name. "Draco, stay with me."

His skin was cold to the touch. I cupped his face, desperately hoping he'd respond to my touch. But each time my hands slipped, his head would loll back onto the floor.

"Somebody, help me!" My voice reverberated off the walls.

Arthur and Molly had sprung up, alarmed, at the sound of my first scream, so by the time they heard my second the door burst open. "Oh my, oh my—," Molly gasped. A hand flew to her chest, horrified.

"Help me, please, help me." I looked over my shoulder at the two Weasley's, lips quivering.

Molly crouched besides Draco. "Oh dear, you're okay, darling." She cooed in a coaxing voice, gently snaking a hand under his cheek. "You're okay..." she continued to whisper, picking his head up and laying it in her lap.

Arthur inspected the slashes along Draco's arm, his face as white as a sheet. "He's losing blood rapidly. We have to be quick."

This was not comforting

My heart wrenched. No, it didn't just wrench. It twisted, stretched, curled; my body jittering from the pain that was leaking from its cracks. Draco's bleeding figure burned into my corneas. Not even a blink could erase the sight of his body dancing so dangerously close to death.

"My fault—," I barely managed to choke the words out. "It's my fault—,"

"Don't say that, darling." Molly looked up and gently cupped the right side of my face. Her thumb grazed my cheek. "This— this is not your fault."

"We'll have to go by Floo Powder. Apparation whilst he's unconscious might risk a splinch." Arthur informed, glancing between myself and Molly. "Now."

Molly dipped her head and helped Arthur pick Draco up, a hand under each of his armpits. I remained on the floor, watching as they lifted him out of the room and down the stairs, sobbing.

His blood had dripped over the floor. Fred and George crept into the room, dropping down at either side of me. A hand was clamped over my mouth. I felt like I was going to be sick.

"He'll be okay, Y/N." Fred whispered, grabbing my free hand. He gently smoothed his fingers over mine, George's arm coming around my shoulder. "Draco's a fighter."

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The reception in St Mungo's was completely empty.

Copies of the latest Daily Prophet decked the mahogany, coffee tables around the waiting area; Draco's face plastered across the front.

Fred and George walked with me to the frail, elderly witch who was sat behind the counter. I could hear the gentle scratching of a quill on sheet upon sheet of parchment.

"Um," I cleared my throat softly. The witch lifted her gaze and stared expectantly at me. "I'm here to visit Draco Malfoy— he was brought in not too long ago."

The witch glanced down at a sheet of parchment. "Draco Malfoy, first floor, second door to the right." She said, pointing to the double doors besides her desk. "Dai Llewellyn ward."