Dracotok Story

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It's the first week of February and you're on a trip to Hogsmeade. You and Draco are walking around the snowy town. Not many other people went on this trip- probably because it's so cold and they would want to stay in the castle where it's warm. Your fingers are intertwined in the pocket of his overcoat to stay warm.

You've found yourselves on a trail with no one else around. Your noses are getting red from the cold. You give him a chaste kiss on his frozen cheek, but he stops in his tracks to kiss you properly; his hands are on either side of your face, warming you up, and his lips dance with yours.

You're so in love with him. Everything he does is perfect. You stand like that for what felt like ten minutes. Soulmates that are blessed to have found each other so early in life.

Eventually the sweet moment had to end. Draco pulls away, his face still close to yours with the cutest blush on his cheeks. "How about we get some butterbeer?"

You nod with a twinkle in your eyes.

•••

You're sitting in Transfiguration class next to Draco as usual. You've just finished practicing turning snails into wristwatches and you're now listening to McGonagall explain the following directions. Except, you weren't successful in the spell. It seemed like everyone got it around you, but your snail just continued to carry a slimy trail behind it on the desk. Even Neville managed to give his snail a watch face for a shell. And you're not always this awful at Transfiguration. You've just been feeling uneasy today. The same feeling you get when you know someone's watching you.

Draco noticed you bouncing your leg and he puts a hand on your thigh, which you quickly move away. He got a wristwatch almost as quick as Hermione. It sat there, shining on the table, taunting you.

You put your elbows on the desk and rest your head in your hands. Shit not now. Please not now.

Draco can't help but notice that something is off with you. He rubs your back.

"Please stop" you whisper through the concerned expression on your face.

"Y/n, I-" he tries to talk but you cut him off.

"Professor, can I please go to the restroom?"

"Yes, you may." You quickly stand up and leave. Your breath is heavy and your chest feels like it's caving in.

"Y/n-" Of course Draco had to chase after you.

"Can you please leave me alone!" Your body is shaking.

"Don't push me away, love. I can help you."

You stare at him, tears forming in your eyes.

He puts his hands on your arms. "Anxiety right?" You nod, looking down at your fidgety hands. "I'm here for you. You don't have to hide this from me."

You feel dizzy and your legs give out as your back slides down the stone wall. You hug your knees.

Draco moves behind you, being a cushion for you against the wall. He wraps his arms around your center.

"I'm so sorry, I should have told you" you say through the tears and shaking.

"Hey, don't think about that. You're going to be okay." He rubs your arms.

You feel so dizzy and weak. You lean back against him and he holds you against his chest.

You sit there for minutes in a calm silence. The warmth of Draco's presence makes your heart rate slow back down again. You've stopped shaking but you're still dizzy, and you've now got a headache.

This was the second, and worst panic attack you've ever had.

You pull away and face him. "Thank you, Draco."

"You don't have to thank me. As your boyfriend it's my job to be there for you." You smile. "Would you like to take you to the hospital wing? Relax a bit? I doubt you want to go back to class."

"I just want to go to my my room."

You didn't even have to ask him to, but he picks you up bridal style and carries you all the way to the Fat Lady's portrait. "Here you are, my love." He sets you down gently, so you're standing at the entrance to the common room.

"Seriously, thank you. Now go back to class. I'll be just fine."

He looks hesitant, but agrees. He knows that you want some alone time for a bit. "I'm just a phone call away, remember? Don't hesitate to call me... or text me!"

"Okay, I love you."

"I love you more, darling." He pecks you on the lips. "Now rest up." And after giving you a goodbye hug, you part ways and turn to say occamy to the fat lady- the portrait swings open.