Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

Seventeenth Surprise || chapter one-hundred and sixteen

"Y/N?"

"Y/N, wake up, darling."

A faint sensation swept across my head, followed by a gentle flood of warmth against my lips.

"Y/N!"

The whisper-shout made my eyes snap open at once. I was confused to see it was still the middle of the night, the clutter of fever-relief vials still laying our nightstand and sheets of parchment for work I was due to make up still sprawled across our room.

"Draco?" I whisper quietly, rubbing a clenched fist over my tired, half-slitted eyes. "What's wrong?"

The sound of rain thrummed against our bedroom windows, and the faint sound of thunder rumbled in the distance as an incoming storm drifted over the mountains.

"You were twisting and whining your sleep. I thought— I thought you might've been having a nightmare..." Draco whispered, sounding incredibly concerned. Although still groggy with sleep, I shook my head and crawled into his arms, running a comforting hand along his scarred chest.

"Draco, I'm fine..." I whisper, "You just worry too much."

"Thats my job," Draco mutters against my hair at the top of my head. "To worry too much."

A small smile creeps its way onto my face. Draco seemed to have sensed it, so he grabbed my chin and lifted it up, now face-to face so he could lean in and press a gentle kiss against my lips.

"How are you feeling?" He asked when he pulled away, pressing the back of his hand against my flushed cheeks. "Better? Worse? Need any water?"

"I need you to obliviate my memory of the public humiliation I felt after throwing up in middle of Transfiguration." I mutter tiredly.

"Well, it happens to the best of us." Draco said, hinting to the time it happened to him at the start of the year.  "I guess it does." I murmur back, just enjoying the feeling of his hands brushing through my hair and the small kisses he littered across my face.

A strike of lightning hit one of the mountain tops in the distance, causing a blinding flash to spread across our room, and when darkness fell again, thunder followed.

Draco caught me by surprise when he gave a little startled jump, making me lift my head off the pillow to see him looking down at me with a mix of shame and embarrassment spread across his face. "Sorry," he whispered apologetically, a guilty smile slowly turning the edges of his lips. "Um— thunderstorms never were my favourite."

For some reason, even the tiniest of his secrets filled me with adoration. "C'mere..." I whisper softly, wrapping my arms further around his torso, feeling his warm, toned muscle press against me. Draco placed his head on the inside of my neck, his cheeks speckled with pink, even in the dark as he breathed against my hair.

"Can you believe I'm nearly seventeen and still haven't conquered my fear of thunder and lightning?" Draco whispered jokingly, the warmth of his breath spreading along the inside of my neck while I gently stroked my fingers through his hair.

That's right. He's nearly seventeen. I thought, my eyes darting to the calendar on the wall. 4th of June 1997. Just one more day.

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"Where are you going?" Draco asked from the end of our bed, running a hand through his ruffled, messy bed-hair while watching me pull a pair of black wooly gloves over my hands.

"Hogsmeade." I answer, and despite it being June, I end up pulling a thick coat over my shoulders. The funniest thing about Hogsmeade  being an entirely magic dominated village, was that it snowed 365 days a year.