One In A Million {Draco Malfoy x Reader} √

Chapter Nine

This chapter is dedicated to xena2004. In Chapter Seven, you said you're always excited for the next update, so here it is! Thanks so much for the compliment! This is for you, hope you enjoy!

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After the party is officially over, people start trickling back into the common room. When Blaise comes over and asked you why you stood up for Draco like that, Draco sends you a warning glance and shakes his head slightly. A warning to not tell the truth. It seems wrong to lie to your friend, but it's to protect Draco, so it must be okay.

"Um...after you asked me as friends, Draco asked me. It wasn't anything romantic, just to make Parkinson realize that he doesn't like her, you know?" The lies just keep rolling off of your tongue. "And just now, Draco was telling me about how Parkinson tried to kiss him in the library the other night."

"Parkinson was in the library?" Blaise snorts. "I didn't see that coming."

You let loose a laugh, and it feels good after the heavy seriousness of the past hour. Soon, you're lying on your back on the couch, clutching your stomach, tears streaming down your face. Draco and Blaise exchange a confused glance. "Something wrong, y/n?" Blaise asks. You just manage to shake your head before collapsing back into crazed laughter.

Blaise pats you on the back. "Well, I'll just take my leave then. G'night, you two." Without looking back, he enters the boy's dormitory.

Once everyone except a few first years have gone to their various dorms, you sit Draco down in front of you. "Draco, I know you're scared. But you still shouldn't kill Dumbledore! If he tries to kill you, I'll protect you. I'll die for you, I swear."

Draco shakes his head. "I really appreciate it, but not even someone as amazing as you can protect anyone from the Dark Lord."

"But, Draco-" you begin.

He gets up off the couch. "No, y/n. I have to do it." When you open your mouth again, he waves a hand. "No. I love you, but no." And he heads in the same direction as Blaise did.

You fall back, your head hitting the arm of the couch. "Ow," you mutter halfheartedly. You're too busy trying to brainstorm to really register the pain. "What can I do?" you ask yourself. "Who could beat the Dark Lord?" You repeat the question over and over again, then it dawns on you. You sit up, a smile beginning to grow on your face. "Who's the one person who's ever beaten the Dark Lord? Harry Potter!" You leap up. "I'll get Harry Potter to protect Draco!" The first years by the fireplace stare at you, and you wave them off, racing to the girl's dormitory.

Tomorrow, you'll get Harry Potter to protect Draco. Tomorrow, you'll stop Draco from killing Dumbledore. Tomorrow, you'll save Dumbledore's life.