Harry Potter Oneshots

don't blame me (draco malfoy)

song; don't blame me [taylor swift]
pairing; draco malfoy x fem!slytherin!pure-blood!reader
genre; angst, hurt comfort, s2l
word count; 9,5k
timeline; half-blood prince
warnings; abusive parents (verbal), death eaters, voldemort, somewhat forced allegiance with voldemort, violence, mentions of death, injuries (involving blood), minor character murder
summary; y/n was surprised to find herself relating to the family pressures draco malfoy faced, and it soon opened up the question of... would their bond help them fight back and choose the good side, or will they both be too weak to not give in?

"i once was poison ivy but now i'm your daisy."

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The day Y/N L/N had set off for Hogwarts had gone exactly how she had expected it to. One of the house staff members escorted her to Platform 9 3/4, her favourite one, actually. Nancy Pickins was by far the most friendly maid of them all, and had been around since Y/N was three, having played a huge part in her raising. The pristine Mr and Mrs L/N had much bigger things to worry about than their only daughter's wellbeing.

Smiling up at the maid, the small eleven-year-old Y/N jumped up to give Nancy a deadly hug of goodbye. "I'll see you at Christmas, Nancy."

"Yes! I'm sure you'll have a wonderful first term, Miss Y/N."

The train journey had been where Y/N met her best and only friend: Matilda Varn. They had shared a cabin all the way, and for the first time the little L/N got to spend time with people of her own age. Merlin knows how the isolation had ripped Y/N of basic socialisation skills. Gratefully, Matilda was quite the extrovert and helped get her out of her shell.

It wasn't just Matilda she met on the train, however. She also met the esteemed Draco Malfoy in the flesh, when he decided to do a run round of the first years, despite only being in second. "What are your names?" he had asked.

"Matilda Varn."

"Y/N L/N."

His gaze had lingered on the latter for a few seconds, but he ultimately left the two alone as he recognised the Slytherin house L/N family name. Draco was unaware of Varn's blood status, but knew that L/N was pure blood. Lucius Malfoy had mentioned the name a countless number of times before; whereas Y/N didn't recognise the Malfoy name, most likely due to the fact she hardly saw her parents. She pretended she did, however, when he introduced himself.

Draco hadn't necessarily been attractive back then. His face was chubby and adorable, yes, but the way he gelled back his blond locks was kind of off-putting, to Y/N at least. Of course, puberty hit, and a full five years later he was quite a handsome young man.

Y/N had had hardly anything to do with him until her fifth year and his sixth, mostly remaining quietly at Matilda's side. Another thing that had gone as expected on first day was being sorted into Slytherin, and as a bonus Matilda was too. She was a halfblood, and only just qualified for Salazar's offensive rules.

Either way, so began Y/N's journey at Hogwarts.

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The first day Y/N had a proper interaction with Draco Malfoy was when she had found herself taking a shortcut to the library halfway through her fifth year. Curfew would soon be coming, and she had to get a book to complete an essay she had completely forgotten about. People hardly used the corridor she was taking, as it connected from the dungeons through to an even grimmer part of the castle. Y/N was too desperate to care about the spookiness of the place.

Only did she halt in her tracks when the sound of sniffing reached her ears and made her frown. Why would someone cry down here?

Peeking round the corner, she saw the last person she had expected to see perched at the bottom of a cramped spiral staircase she would need to climb to get to the library. That blond hair and pale skin was recognisable anywhere. It was Draco Malfoy, of all people, crying his heart out on the lowest step. Against Y/N's better instincts, she stepped forward and coughed to get the older boy's attention. Immediately he looked up with a scowl, but she couldn't take it seriously due to the tear-stained cheeks he was sporting.