𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗹

- 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸

draco's p.o.v

I didn't expect for Y/n to act like this at all. She was more of a Let's-stay-in-and-cuddle type of person. In the two years I've been dating her, anytime I asked her out to a party she always encouraged me to go if I wanted to, but I never really wanted to go without her.
But she gave in this one time.

It was Ginny Weasley's birthday party and she and Y/n were very close friends. Weasley invited some of the other Slytherins and I stood to the side having a conversation with them while Y/n talked with her other friends. "So... Y/n at a party? Finally convinced her, Malfoy?" Blaise teased. I took a sip of the drink I had in my hand. "I mean, Weasley's one of her best friends so I assumed she'd come. Took her forever to get ready, though," I laughed.

I noticed Blaise and our other friends looking at something behind me. I just assumed they were judging someone stupid so I finished my drink, not taking a look behind me.

"Uh... Malfoy?" Blaise said, pointing.

I turn around and it was, indeed, someone stupid.

My own girlfriend.

Y/n was laughing hysterically, holding a drink in her hand while Weasley was carrying her on her back and spinning. I sigh.

I calmly walk across the room and approached them. She and Weasley were surrounded by Harry, other Weasleys and some more people from Gryffindor house. "I told her to stop," Granger said, coming up behind me. "What even?" I said, confused and watching Y/n. Half of her makeup that she spent a good hour on was smudged, her hair was a mess, and there was a spill on her dress. Her shoes were off and thrown to the side under some chair.

"Ooookay," I say, walking over to Ginny. I slowly pulled Y/n down and held her still on her arms. "Drraaaacoo, you should taste this drink it's delicious," Y/n slurred. She held up the drink to my face but I back away slightly. I take the drink out of her hand and placed it on a table near me. "Alright, that's enough, happy birthday, Weasley but we have to go," I say.

Immediately, Y/n started to whine. "Whaaat? Nooo, we haven't even sung happy birthday to her yet!" She cried. "Love, we did that an hour ago," I said as I looked for her bag and shoes. I found her bag on the couch and picked up her shoes from under the chair.

I put her bag over my shoulder and and held her shoes. I just now realized how difficult it was going to be to get her to the car while holding her things. "I'll go with you," Potter offered. I gave him a nod and he picked up Y/n's bag and shoes.

"But I haven't even given her her birthday present!" Y/n whined. It wasn't very long until she passed out. I picked her up bridal style and walked to the car with Potter just behind me.

We make it to the car and I put Y/n in the backseat where she has room to move around. I strap her in her seatbeat and take her shoes and bag from Potter.

I closed the door behind me and was just about to get in. "Just a tip... um... when you think she's not going to throw up, she will. Happens a lot with Ginny," He said.
"Thanks," I say before giving him a nod and driving Y/n to her house.

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I made it to her house and her parents opened the door with a worried look on their face. "My goodness, what happened?" Her mother said. "Oh, nevermind that, get her upstairs, quickly," her father said. I carried her up to her room and set her down in her bed.

"I love you so much," Y/n said, still slurring her words. I smiled. "I love you more," I say. I go to her bathroom and look for a rag and dampened it.

I sat down next to her and started to wipe off her smudged makeup. Y/n laid there and just stared at me. There were tears rolling down her face, but I don't think she was crying. I think her eyes were open for a bit too long. They were red, too. "What if- What if- What if you break up with me?!" She suddenly said.

I laughed, as if that was ever possible. "Why are you laughing at me?!" She whined, as if she was truly offended. "Because," I say as I started to wipe off her lipstick, "that won't ever happen."

She started to gag a little bit and I frantically looked for a bucket.

I found one in the corner of her room and held it up under her.

"Yup," I say, "Great job, you go."

When she was done, I set the bucket down on the floor and wiped off the spit on her chin. She started to tear up and looked at me as I wiped her chin. "That was really gross, do you love me less?" She said in a somewhat soft tone. "Of course not, love," I say.

She smiled and by her slow blinking, I could tell she was about to fall asleep. I took her shoulders and slowly set her down in her bed. I was about to leave when I felt a hand hold me back. "Please stay..." she mumbled.

"Okay... but just go to sleep," I say. "Do you want to change into something more comfortable?" I ask her. With her eyes closed, she slowly nodded. I look for some of her pajamas in her dresser and changed her as she fell fast asleep.

And like she wanted, I stayed with her until the next morning.

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