Serpent's Kiss // Draco Malfoy✔️

Breakups or Makeups

"I can't believe it's been a day already, when will she wake up!" I heard a voice say. My eyes were sealed shut, I felt like I couldn't open them. There was a hand in mine and I recognized it was Draco's (which I then remembered what he did and felt negative emotions run ), and the voice I recognized as Hermione's. I tried pulling my hand away from Draco's, which I was able to do.

"Y-Y/n?" I heard Draco say. "Mione," I spoke. Immediately I felt my friend's hand in mine. "Yes, y/n? What is it?" She asked. "I want him to go," I told her. "What? Why do you want me to go?" Draco asked with offence hidden in his voice. "Please, go," I begged and faced him, my eyes slowly starting to open. I heard him sigh before walking out of the infirmary which I was obviously in. "Y/n why did you ask Draco to leave?" Hermione asked me. I shook my head in response, not wanting to talk about what happened.

My eyes were fully open now and I was looking at Hermione. "Tell me when you're ready, okay?" Hermione told me. "I will," I smiled lightly. "Can you get Harry, please?" I then asked her. "Of course," Hermione quickly stood up and headed out. I wanted to talk to him, about what happened with Draco. I needed my brother. I know that Draco did what he did for a reason but he didn't have to do it.

Speaking of the devil...

"Y/n, why did you ask me to leave? What did I do?" Draco questioned as he approached me. "I don't- um- you-" I was lost for words, I didn't know what to say. "Y/n, what is it?" He asked. "It-it's nothing," I shook my head as I held it down. "It has to be something. Otherwise why would you tell me to go?" Draco sat on the seat beside my bed. "No, I-I'm just being dramatic, it was nothing," I said with my head still hung low. I was mostly saying this to myself. I was being dramatic about all of this; Draco loves me, he's said it a million times and each with certainty in his voice. He doesn't like Daphne he likes me.

"Y/n, just tell me-" Draco tries reaching for my hand. I quickly pulled away and said loudly, "Draco, I told you, it's nothing. I was being stupid, okay? Just drop it!" I looked him right in his eyes. "Fine, sorry," Draco raised his hands in defence and leaned back into the chair. "No, I'm sorry that I yelled at you. I didn't mean to, I'm just a bit tense," I apologized. "It's okay, don't worry. Want to talk about it?" He then asked. "No, not really," I shook my head with a weak smile. "You can talk to me, I will always be here for you, you know that, right? I love you," Draco placed his hand softly on mine and said.

That's when Harry and Hermione came walking back into the infirmary. I looked at Draco's hand then up at him. "You should go now," I told him politely and moved my hand away as Harry and Hermione came over to us. Draco stared at me with visible hurt in his eyes before standing up and leaving without another word.

"Why does Draco look upset?" Hermione asked as she took his spot. "It's nothing, don't worry about it," I shook my head and shrugged. "Why did you want to see me?" Harry then asked. "I'm going to step out to let you guys talk," Hermione stood up and walked out of the infirmary, leaving Harry and I.

"Why did you want me to come here?" Harry asked again. "I-I miss you, Harry. I hate that we don't talk anymore, especially since I really need to talk to you now," I replied to him. "Y/n-" Harry started but I interrupted by saying, "I know that you'll say something about how I chose Draco over you but-" He interrupted me now. "Y/n I don't care about that anymore; if you want to be with Malfoy then be with him, I truly don't care anymore," Harry admitted. "Really?" I questioned. I wasn't expecting that. "Yes, really. Not talking to you has been the worst," He told me. "I hated not talking to you too," I leaned in and hugged Harry. He hugged me back.

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything," Madam Pomfrey said as she came towards us. "Don't worry, it's fine," I told her with a smile. "Good to see you awake, Miss. Dursley. Mr. Malfoy was in a panic when he found you," She told me. "You were extremely pale and had a low heart rate. We really need to keep an eye on your stress level. By the way, what might have caused you to pass out?" Madam Pomfrey asked. "Um... I'm not really sure," I shrugged with a nervous chuckle. "That's fine. You are free to go but be careful, alright?" Madam Pomfrey said. "I will, thank you," I got out of the bed and told her with a smile and wave. "You're very welcome. Bye-bye, now," She waved back as Harry and I exited the infirmary.