Made of glass || Draco x reader [Harry Potter + Disney | book #3] FINISHED

12 ~ No more surprises

As everyone around you slowly started dancing. Draco grabbed your hand.

'Come with me.' He smiled.

He took you away from the ballroom, into a corridor. The music and the noises of the guests slowly became less as the door closed. You turned to Draco. You couldn't believe that all this time.. he was the Prince.

'So you’re the prince?'

'Well not “the” prince exactly. They are a bunch of princes in the world, I’m only “a” prince.' He sighed.

' But your name’s not really Draco.' You asked while looking around and slowly walking.

'Oh, sadly it is and my father still calls me that when he’s especially unpeeved at me.'

You stopped and looked at him with a cocky smile.

'But you’re no apprentice.'

'I am an apprentice monarch. I’m still learning my trade.'

You suddenly got very overwhelmed with it all. You were a commoner and he was a.. Prince wizard apprentice monarch.

'Oh, gosh!'

'Please forgive me. I thought you might treat me differently if you knew. I mistook you for a good honest country girl. Now I see you didn’t want overwrought a plain soldier.'

You almost snorted but held yourself back. You couldn't reveal you were a pesant. He wouldn't think of you the same. Especially with how you were basically a maid. Cinderella..

'Little chance of that.' You just commented.

'No more surprises?' Draco asked while staring into your eyes.

'No more surprises.' You smiled.

The questions were on the tip of your tongue. So you decided to be brave.

'Speaking of no more surprises.. are you really a wizard?'

Dracos smile faded as a look of pure horror and shock crossed his face. Unsure of what to say.

'I-I. No.'

'I won't tell anyone. I swear. Another.. witch told me. I saw magic.' You spoke.

'You've seen magic?'

Draco didn't know what to say. Did he need to be honest? You seemed like a fair girl. He never felt such a connection before.you nodded to confirm his question.

'Alright.. I am.'

You face lit up.

'That is so cool!' You exclaimed.

'And you believe me?' He asked.

You smiled.

'Yes. Like I said. I've seen it from someone else. I know magic exists. How did you end up here?'

Draco sighed.

'Well I'm afraid that if I tell you.. you'll think of me differently.'

A look of.. remorse and pain crossed his eyes.

'I won't. I promise.'

Draco sighed.

'My parents.. or well my entire family were part of a war. A wizarding world war. It took place on my school. A school of magic, in england. It's called Hogwarts. Dorky name, I know.'

Hogwarts, you laughed a little at that. That indeed was a dorky name.

'I got forced to be a part of that war. When I was 15 they branded me. The dark Lord, or Lord voldemort, was the bad guy. My family was too scared to step away from him and served him.'

He took off his jacket and showed you a tattoo like Mark on his arm. It was a scull with a snake underneath it. It was gray of colour.

'In the end I had to make a choice between my family or the good side. I was 17 I couldn't just let my family go. I didn't want to die.'

Draco didn't want to get too emotional around you yet. He swallowed away the lump in his throat.

'We recieved so much backlash that we decided to move. When we moved here and they took the throws from an old family friend.. I thought they were finally going to do what was right but they're still all in it for the money. I want to be different. When I get power I want to use my magic and my money to make my mistakes right. I've seen so much death, so much suffering, I've feared my life more than a few times. I want to do what's right.'

He gently laid your hand on his mark. He was being this open to you and yet you still hadn't told him anything about yourself.

'Wow.. I didn't know. I'm so sorry I asked.'

'Don't be. It's a part of me. Keep it a secret.. please.'

You moved your hand to his and took it for a moment. Unsure of what to say. You then noticed his painting on the wall and decided to change the subject.

'Is that you?' You asked.

Draco put his jacket back on and looked at his painting.

'I hate myself in paintings, don’t you?'

You laughed. You wished you had a painting of yourself. You weren't good enough to be painted.

'No one’s ever painted my portrait.'

Draco looked at you and frowned.

'No? Well they should.' Draco grinned.

He grabbed your hand and took you through a door outside. To the castle gardens. They were beautiful. The moon lit up all the pretty flowers.

"Won’t they miss you at the ball?' You asked.

'Maybe.' Draco shrugged. 'But let’s not go back just yet.'

As you walked through the gardens, you noticed Draco's pace slowing. He ended up walking behind you. You stopped and turned around.

'What’s wrong?' You asked.

'When I go back they will try to pair me off with a lady of their choosing. I’m expected to marry for advantage.'

'Oh. Well who’s advantage?'

'That is a good question.' He grinned.

'Well, surely you have a right to your own heart?'

Draco shook his head.

'I must weigh that against the king’s wishes. He’s a wise ruler, and a loving father.. even though he's made mistakes.'

'Well, perhaps he’ll change his mind.'

Draco didn't speak for a moment.

'I fear he hasn’t much time to do so.'

You looked at his eyes, filled with sadness. You didn't want to overstep and didn't know what to say.

'Poor Draco.' Was all you could respond.