Lexi Layyer my only weakness*hp fanfic*

Draco and his only weakness

“…I have to protect you because you’re Lexi Riddle, and I love you. With everything I have.”

Ever since I was a boy, all I’d ever wanted from life was to be a Death Eater. Whether I liked it or not, I’d always idolized my father, and all I ever dreamt of was following in his footsteps.

My life had always so completely revolved around this dream that I’d never expected anything else from my life but that. I was so driven by my ambitions that I never gave anything – anyone – else a second look.

Sure, my looks meant that, of course, I’ve attracted some means of female attention over my time. And, driven by ambition or not, I was still a teenage boy, which meant I welcomed it with open arms.

Still, I never meant anything of it. Even when Pansy Parkinson managed to persuade me to be in some kind of relationship with her, I was never exclusive or loyal, and I never loved her. But then again, I was convinced I was never going to love anyone.

But that’s life’s ironies for you, isn’t it? Because here I am, Draco Malfoy, the guy who’s sworn he’d never care for anyone but himself, now ready to give up his whole life, everything he has, for one girl. And what makes it even worse is that this isn’t just any girl.

This is Lexi Riddle.

For fuck’s sake, why couldn’t she be anyone – and I mean anyone – else? She could be a Muggle for all I cared – sure, my family would disown me, but at least we could be together, and could live half a normal life with each other. I wanted to spend a lifetime with her. I’d lose everything, but I was prepared to do that. I swear, I’d give up everything for her.

The intensity of my feelings are terrifying, but looking at the urgency at which I was holding her in my arms, I know they haven’t come from nowhere. They’ve been building up inside me all along, ever since the moment I first set eyes on her. They’ve always been there.

Who could blame me, anyway? Look at her, she’s gorgeous. Even now, when she’s so weak and vulnerable. In fact, seeing her so upset just makes me want to hold her more, to protect her, to make everything go away. Bloody hell, I want her to be happy.

But no matter what she says, this is all my fault. If it hadn’t been for me, she wouldn’t be in this mess. She’d be at Hogwarts, admittedly skipping around with that git Weasley, but at least she’d be happy.

But this is typical Draco, isn’t it? Destroying the things that you love. In one weak moment, I’d let my fear for myself take over and I’d sacrificed her in order to save myself. Never again.

I’d got her into this mess, and I was going to get her out of it. Somehow. I’m never going to let her be hurt again.

There’s a pause as Lexi lets my words sink in. I’m so terrified for her reply that I distract myself in kissing her neck, her shoulders, her hair. Please, I try to tell her. Please. Forgive me. I love you. Only you.

But she can’t not hate me for everything I’ve done, can she? And, just to add to the pain, it looks like she’s now turning to Blaise for comfort. What a complete idiot. Just another thing to add to his betrayal of our friendship - after making me kidnap Lexi, knowing better than I did about my real feelings towards her, it now looked like he was trying to get her for himself.

Slowly, Lexi moves out of my arms, and moves so she’s sitting up on the bed, rotating her body to face me. Afraid of what she’s about to say but unable to take my eyes off her, I sit up too, mirroring her actions.

Before I have time to do anything she’s leaning forward, towards me. Her fingers lightly rest under my chin as she tilts her face towards my own.

Bewildered by what she’s doing but not stupid enough to question it, I move forward too – but just before our lips touch, I let out a splutter that almost sounds like a laugh but definitely isn’t. What was it? Of pure disbelief that she’s actually doing this, or just because I am, just for a moment, completely and utterly happy?

She half-smiles too and looks down. She leans forwards and then one hand is on my cheek. Her huge brown eyes fix with mine.

“I love you,” she says as she stares into my eyes, very quietly, but with just enough emphasis to know that she means it. Completely.

I don’t know how to reply – there’s too many emotions, some of which I don’t even recognize, chasing through my head at the same time – so I very slowly tilt my lips towards her instead, knowing my actions will speak louder than words, and we kiss.

I don’t think I’d ever kissed a girl like this before. Usually I kiss girls in a sudden burst of teenage passion, but this is different. It’s slow, tender. It has meaning.

Very slowly, the kiss becomes deeper. Lexi stretches an arm to wrap it around my neck and uses this to pull her whole body towards mine; the other lifts up and knots in my hair.

I wrap my arms around her, lifting up her top slightly so I can feel the burning warmth of her skin against mine.

“I love you,” I tell her between kisses. “I love you.”

We break away at the same time. We’re both in too much pain to go any further. We just look at each other, panting, and staring into each other’s eyes with complete bewilderment, for the first time confronting each other with the inevitable truth --

That I love her. That I’m completely and utterly hers. That I have been for a long while, just like Weasley and Finch-Fletchley and now Zabini and undoubtedly all the other guys she’s managed to charm in her time.

And now I’ve opened up to it, there’s no going back. I can’t pretend to not care in order to save myself anymore. Now we both know I’ll do anything to make sure that I don’t lose her.

And that my motive is no longer to be Death Eater. It’s to protect her.

We both lie back down on the bed together, our bodies pressed up against each other’s, not saying anything because we don’t feel the need to. I kiss her hands and it occurs to me that, now I’ve opened up to her, she has the complete and utter advantage.

I suppose that’s why it took me so long to tell her that she’s the only thing that’s ever meant anything to me in this whole goddamn world in the first place. Because, now she knows it, and knows that I would do anything for her – that she has me wrapped around her little finger.

But I trust her. And I love her. And I know that even if she does use me to protect herself, that’s all right. As long as she’s safe, I’m happy.

So, there it is. Lexi Riddle, the only girl Draco Malfoy could ever love. Lexi Riddle, the most stupid choice of girl to have feelings for, seeing as her safety could easily mean sacrificing your own.

Lexi Riddle, my only weakness.