The Plight- Malfoy x Reader

Uncharacteristic

There were a million things I'd consider Otto Malfoy would do to me before I'd ever guess he would embrace me.

I'd have considered him casting an unforgivable curse at me—or opening a portal to another realm to chuck me into—before that.

I'd been so stunned that I'd followed him out of the woods in a trance like state without a word—feeling as though I'd slipped into another dimension.

I considered he might have just been temporarily taken over by a demon.

Then I thought maybe Draco or Lucius had taken polyjuice potion and this was, in fact, not Otto....

Maybe Lucius had finally lost his mind and crutioed his son into embracing me...

Or maybe he'd hit his head on a tree branch while trying to find me?

I stared at the back of his head going through all the scenarios that might have bewitched him to do such a thing.

"You're uncharacteristically quiet," he said without turning around as we trudged up towards the manor.

"If anyone is being uncharacteristically anything it would be you."

He huffed but didn't respond.

Not until we got to the front of the manor did I dare speak.

"What do you mean you're jealous?" I finally got the nerve to ask in a hushed voice.

He'd paused before going up the steps, turning to me.

He looked as though he wasn't going to answer as he considered me and ran his fingers through his neatly styled hair with a soundless sigh.

He sat on one of the steps and patted on the spot next to him without looking at me.

I hesitated but then walked over warily and took the spot next to him—though two feet farther than the spot he'd patted with his hand.

He'd placed his elbows on his knees, intertwining his fingers as he put them up to his mouth, as if deep in thought.

He looked as though trying to find the words.

His words came out more emotional than normal.

"He's... he's always been cold and then—" he stopped and shook his head as though it was difficult for him to say, but looked to me, "..you came. And now..." he scoffed looking away towards the ground, "now he wants to try."

I didn't say anything as he bit his top lip and with a slightly peeved expression as he thought about it for another few seconds.

"And, I guess... I just don't get why Draco and I... why we hadn't been enough for him to want to change."

Oh. Oh.

I frowned looking up at the sky to consider his words.

I understood. More than he could ever know.

If my parents had decided to change for someone else Id feel... so angry. I'm sure I'd despise that person too.

"And maybe...Ive realized I resent him for forcing me to grow up so young—having felt as though I was responsible for Draco... I still do. And when you came..."