Lexi Layyer my only weakness*hp fanfic*

Lexi and Draco

I don’t know how long I lie there for – seconds, minutes, hours? – but by the time I hear the door of my bedroom softly open, the crying has stopped, and the pain in my hand has begun to slightly ease.

The gentle sound of the door shutting fills my ears seconds later, but I’m too overwhelmed with exhaustion to even turn to see who it is. No one can hurt me anymore than I already am now. They’d already taken everything. No one has anything on me anymore.

I don’t even get up to see who it is when I suddenly feel the racing breath of the newcomer against my neck, or when their arms wrap around my stomach and pulled me closer, into him, into his arms.

But to be honest, I don’t need to look. In the back of mind, I already know.

“Does your hand hurt?” he murmurs, in no more than a whisper, into my ear.

“No,” I lie.

I can feel him suddenly propping himself up – moments later, he’s muttering something softly under his breath and the pain in my hand suddenly eases.

Then, the sound of his wand softly clattering against the floor, and he pulls me back into his arms as we lay down on the bed, our bodies pressed together.

I’m too overwhelmed to even pretend to be angry with him. I can’t fight it anymore.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, murmuring softly into my ear. “For everything. I’m so sorry.”

I should hate him. I should hate him with everything I have, and I do. But as I turn my body slightly so I lay flat on my back, to look properly up into his face – and, more specifically, into his enchantingly grey eyes – I know there’s something else there. And there always will be.

“…I know,” I tell him. “But this isn’t your fault, Draco.”

The smallest hint of a smile flickers over his face. “You don’t have to justify what I did, Lexi. Of course it is.”

“Even if you hadn’t, he would have got to me eventually,” I say slowly. He doesn’t need to ask who ‘he’ is. “…You didn’t make me who I am. I did that all on my own.”

I reach a hand out to trace the shape of his lips. He reaches up a hand of his own and then his fingers are lacing over mine; he kisses them one by one.

“I’m Lexi Riddle,” I say ever so gently. I’ve never said it before and it scares me, but I have to face up to it now. No more hiding. From feelings or my identity or anything. “…Lexi Riddle.”

Draco looks at me, and his eyebrows furrow together. “You mustn’t let my mother hurt you again. I can’t stand seeing you hurt.”

“I can’t help it, she provokes me,” I scowl.

He snickers. “There’s a fire within you, Lexi,” he murmurs fondly, stroking my hair. “It’s what first drew me to you. But if you don’t calm it it’ll be the end of you, Lexi. Of both of us.” He frowns, considering this.

I watch him, unsure of what to reply. He seems lost in thought, but when his eyes finally return to mine they’re full of new understanding. “… And I can’t let that happen, Lexi,” he says. “I can’t let anything else happen to you.”

“Draco…” I begin, but he cuts me off.

“I won’t,” he says, seemingly both to me and himself. “I won’t let anyone touch you ever again. Not my mother, not my father, not - Voldemort… not anyone. I swear, Lexi, I won’t let anyone touch you ever again.”

I half-smile. “Please don’t worry about me, Draco, I can handle it,” I murmur fondly.

“I know,” he says, and he half-smiles, too. “..But I can’t.”

He reaches out his hand and wipes away the remainders of my tears, before kissing my cheeks. I close my eyes and turn my body again, letting him wrap my arms around me.

We lie there for a while. I close my eyes and let him protect me in his arms and, just for a moment, forget all about the outside world. For a moment, it’s just him and me. Me and him.

“Do you remember that time we kissed on the moving staircases? Back near the beginning of the year?” he whispers softly into my ear. I nod.

“We were talking about the chemistry between us or something,” he titters. “I was crazily jealous because I’d just realized you had a thing for Ron. And that was the first time I realized – all the way back then – that if I wanted your attentions, I had to fight for you. And not only that, but I wanted to fight for you.”

He hesitates. I know better than to interrupt him.

“Deep down I knew that it would be so simple just to kidnap you and get it over with, but I couldn’t bring myself to. At the time I thought it was simply because I enjoy playing games, but it all makes so much sense now – it was because, even then, something inside me knew that – that I wanted to fight for you.

“…I couldn’t accept it at first – I wouldn’t let myself accept it - but no matter how hard I tried to shake those feelings towards you, I couldn’t,” he continues. “No matter how many times I told myself they’re stupid and irrational and it’s just some weird fixation that’ll pass. They just keep coming back. And I think they always will. They’ll always be there.”

He kisses my forehead. “And that’s why I have to protect you. Because I don’t know what’ll happen to me if anything happens to you, Lexi, I really don’t.”

There’s another pause as he kisses my eyelids, my neck. “I have to protect you because you’re Lexi Riddle, and I love you. With everything I have.”