Stories with Draco, Harry, and some Fred :)
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Draco x Fem!Reader • Summary: The horrible reminder of failure on Draco's skin is unbearable but Reader is there to comfort • Warnings: Angst, self anger, jealousy, I think that's it? • Note: This one breaks me but that's okay lol.
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The normally pale face of the boy was now flushed, cheeks damp and eyes glossed over. His head was more crowded than ever and the emotions boiling within him would overflow any second. For the feelings in his chest was unbearable, so unbearable he felt like ripping his skin off. Not like he hadn't already tried that. The skin on his forearm was rubbed raw, red and irritated from his previous actions. He was angry at himself, to put it simply. Angry at the people who didn't take the time to consider what they were putting him through, at the people who didn't care. And especially angry at the people why did it in the first place; the people who placed the ink on his skin as a permanent reminder he was chosen to do the worst. Chosen to do things that he couldn't take the time to imagine.
The boy tried to push those thoughts away, wanting his head to be empty and feel numb rather than go through whatever this is.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his wrecked face mixing up in his brain as it got blurry in his vision before clearing when he blinked a couple times. His eyes traveled downward, spotting the tie he was once wearing undone and his shirt being wrinkled, a reminder of his hands harshly tugging at the material.
He took a deep breath in, holding it as his heart pounded within his chest. He didn't think he could take any more of this, this torture and abuse that his brain was putting him through. He didn't deserve this, he thought, blinking back more tears that dared to cover his eyes even though he felt them break through and go down his cheeks. He let out a sob, a scared and longing sob that echoed through the bathroom. He was scared for the future that the ink meant and longed for the freedom everyone without the ink felt. He wanted to walk around the corridors with zero worries being held in his chest and nothing to feel pressured to do. He wanted to be free.
"Hey," a soft comforting voice said, making his eyes shoot up to the mirror before his head whipped around in alert. His gaze softened once his eyes found who the voice belonged to.
He sniffed as she walked over to him with slight pro caution and hesitation but once he preformed no sign of wanting her to leave she went even closer untill she was in front of him. His hands found home at her hips, thumbs rubbing the fabric there like she was the one who needed comfort.
"Hey," she said again, arms wrapping around his torso with slight caution. She wouldn't do anything he wouldn't want, and he knew that. So he leaned into her touch to silently tell her that he wanted it and so she held him closer. "It's okay." She said softly, so simple yet so affective. Once she said those words he felt like he believed them as a piece of hurt fell from his chest, falling onto the floor as it broke beneath their feet. Her words were comforting and kind, full of promise and assurance. Her lips formed the words once more, hand slowly rubbing his sides before her fingers slowly traveled down his arm to touch the mark through his shirt. He flinched softly, not wanting something that made him so strong to touch something that made him so weak. She pulled away slowly and pushed the fabric away, revealing the angry skin and the mark that he so tried to get rid of. Seeing it before was like a slap to the face, something he didn't want to feel again. But once she stood in front of him, looking into his eyes as her fingers stroked the irritation on his forearm he didn't mind looking at it, despite the feeling of anger towards it still lingering. She lifted his arm to her lips, kissing it so softly he barely felt it physically but mentally felt everything. He felt promise and support within the kiss. He sniffed once more, tears clearing at the sight of her and the feeling of her body hear pressed against him.
She held him once more, mumbling assurances and promises he knew she would keep.
"I love you, Draco." She mumbled into his shirt. "I love you."
Draco sighed out a small sob, head dropping to press his lips to her hair, holding them there before resting his chin on her head.
"And I love you." He cried out softly, a deep breath escaping almost like some sort of weight left his shoulders, now knowing the girl he loved, the one who took his heart into her hands and protected it with her life, felt the same amount of love towards him.
The Hogwarts students stood there, embraced with endless promises and brokenness, but they both knew that as long as one had the other they could face any possibility.
