As you stood in front of your vanity mirror in your room at Parkinson's Mansion, combing your hair, a knock on the door interrupted your solitude. After nearly two months spent in the hospital, you were finally back home, and the unexpected visitor intrigued you.
"What is it?" you called out inquisitively.
"Miss Y/n, you have a visitor," replied the house elf behind the door.
"Tell them to wait for a moment in the drawing room. I'll just have to change," you instructed, hoping for a brief respite.
There was a prolonged pause before the response came, filled with a sense of urgency, "I'm afraid it couldn't wait."
Sighing, you reluctantly got up and made your way to the door, opening it to find Draco standing there.
"Draco!" you exclaimed with genuine joy, unable to contain your excitement as you jumped into his arms.
"Oh god! I thought I had to wait in the drawing room?" he chuckled, amused by your exuberance, and you released your grip on him.
Grabbing his hand, you eagerly pulled him inside your room, not wasting a moment.
"Thanks, Kiwi," you expressed your gratitude to the house elf.
"Anything, my lady," Kiwi replied politely before leaving you alone with Draco.
Closing the door behind you, you turned to face Draco, unable to contain your enthusiasm.
"I need your opinion," you said, seeking his input.
"Alright, what is it?" he obliged, taking a seat on your bed, his eyes fixed on you.
You walked over to your closet, selected a few dresses, and presented them to Draco, seeking his judgment.
"Choose," you instructed, holding out the dresses. "This green one? Or this red? Or maybe this pink? I'm not too fond of the pink."
"Hmm," Draco pondered for a moment, considering each option carefully. "The green one."
"Okay!" you exclaimed, relieved to have his input. You put the rest of the dresses back in the closet, carefully hanging the green one on the side.
Tonight, you and your sister Pansy, along with Draco and Blaise's parents, would be having dinner at Malfoy Manor. Draco had come to pick you up, and as you paced, he could sense your unease.
"Love, what's wrong?" he inquired, his voice filled with concern.
"Nothing, it's just that I want everything to be perfect tonight," you replied, your eyes fixed on your reflection in the mirror. You couldn't help but notice your imperfections — feeling bloated and noticing the appearance of bags under your eyes.
"Love, you're perfect just the way you are," Draco reassured you, stepping closer and resting his hand on your shoulder. "Even if you were to go to dinner wearing your nightgown, you'd still look beautiful."
His words melted away some of your anxiety, and you couldn't help but smile at his kindness. Moving towards him, you playfully flicked his forehead.
"Aww! What was that for?!" Draco protested, rubbing the spot you had flicked.
"Just to wake you up from dreaming," you replied, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes.
Draco chuckled, realizing your playful intent, and stood up, making his way to your study table. His curiosity piqued, he examined the parchment laid out there, wondering what had captured your attention.
"Are you working already?" Draco asked, his eyes fixed on you as he observed your guilt-ridden expression. When you didn't respond, the weight of his concern grew evident. "Love... You're not supposed to work while in recovery. You're too—"
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Engineer of Reality (Draco Malfoy x Y/n)
FanfictionYou recently returned from your German boarding school. When your grandfather passed away, and you had to return home to be with your sister, a new world of experiences opened up for you. She differs significantly from you regarding how she speaks...
