The Half-Blood Princess || Draco Malfoy x Reader || Y/n Snape

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Trigger warning: language, violence, abuse/trauma, fluff

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"Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have." ― Hermione Granger

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Y/n's POV
It has almost been a month and talks still haven't subsided. I thought by now maybe Fred and George's brilliant prank shop or Ron making Gryffindor's Quidditch team would be the new topic of discussion, but I was dead wrong.

For the most part, a lot of the talks is still about the whole 'Snape-Sayre' situation. I guess being nice to everyone has its downside as just about anyone has had no shame in coming up to me to ask their questions.

There was a point where I was running late to dinner cause I was being bombarded by two Hufflepuff lads. I was exhausted from my N.E.W.T. classes, and I guess I stumbled, nearly face planting when one of the Hufflepuff's slightly bump into me. However, it was great timing that we were near the Great Hall as Draco caught me before that could happen — he waits for me since we always eat meals together. Draco was nearly going to pummel them, but I immediately intervened.

It got so bad that my father even asked Professor Dumbledore to make an announcement for students to stop harassing me with their interrogations.

On another note, some of the students wasn't shocked that Draco and I became a couple, but most still couldn't believe it.

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It has been a long week. I've been able to stay on top of all of my schoolwork, but I'm mentally hanging on by a thread.

My father, Severus, was never hard on me when it came to my academics or anything at all for that matter. But sharp words from his father angered me to the core that I since then vowed to myself that I'd be the best daughter and do exceptional in everything that I do to ensure my father gets nothing but the respect that he deserves.

Little did I know that that only damaged me as I put this pressure of perfectionism onto my shoulders. Despite my "successes," I didn't see them as that. But I definitely notice all of my mistakes, big and small. Asking for help? Never. Even when I know I need it most.

Although I would be friendly when socializing, that didn't stop others from taking advantage and practically bullying me. That's why Pansy and I balance each other out as best girlfriends — she taught me self courage with boundaries and I taught her to not be a loose fire cracker.

When I turned 13, I learned that I was a huge empath. It didn't affect me too much until it eventually did, which is why my father trained me to become a Legilimens and Occlumens. He hoped that it'd help me, which it sort of did.

Draco have been busy with Quidditch practice and more than likely his Tasks from You-Know-Who. I tried to remain strong, but I was stressed and overwhelmed with school and just my thoughts of not being good enough — as a student, a daughter, a friend, and significant other.

One night, Draco finished practice early and caught me having an anxiety attack in our bathroom. As soon as he saw me on the floor, he came to my side and helped steady my breathing. When I calmed down, Draco pulled me onto his lap, rubbing my back as I clung onto his arm.

Although I calmed down a bit,,I couldn't help but hurt at the thought that Draco probably went through this numerous times before as he immediately knew what to do when he saw me. Since that night, we always made time for just us two. And he also has been spoiling me in kisses and cuddles, which I'm obviously not going to be complaining about.