Draco Malfoy x Reader One Shots

it's okay [fluff]

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one-shot info:
house: slytherin
genre: fluff, mentions of lemon
description: "it's okay, y/n. i love you and i'll take care of everything," he softly said.
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y/n's point of view
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How could I long for someone I knew I couldn't have? For I knew the answer, as I loved Draco Malfoy.
He was perfect, so to say. He had soft, platinum blond hair, piercing, bold, striking grey-blue eyes; not to mention he was a pure-blood, something me and my family looked up to. But what we had done a month ago changed my feelings for a while; recently, they had started to flood back up.

It was my seventh year at Hogwarts, I was so excited to graduate and leave. As I sat in the great hall, my eyes wandered over to Draco, sitting four seats to the right of me. It made my stomach churn, I didn't want to think about him anymore. Suddenly, I felt sick to my stomach. My head throbbed and I felt unwell; not because I was looking at Draco, but because I wanted to throw up. I immediately put my hand to my mouth and other hand onto my stomach as I ran to the bathroom.

y/n! What's wrong? I heard my friends murmur.

Whilst I threw up in the toilets, I heard Hermione running inside.

"y/n, are you okay?" she asked, scared.

I nodded and waved her off, before facing back to the toilets to throw up. What in the world happened?

"Ugh," I made a sound.

"Oh, y/n; are you sure you're okay?" Hermione asked again, "What could have possibly happened? Did you have any bad food? Were you poisoned? Did anyon- oh my god!"

I looked at her, confused as to where this was going.

"You're not late right? I trust haven't done anything, you know, bad?" she questioned.

My head jerked up as I was suddenly aware of what she meant.

"No... I mean, a week late doesn't count right?" I replied, my heart pounding.

"And you haven't done it yet?" she interrogated.

"Imayormaynotofdoneitwithsomebody," I quickly whispered.

"y/n! How could you? Who? Tell me, who?! I swear I'll tear that person 'to shreds!" she yelled.

I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell her that I loved Draco Malfoy, or that he was the person I had done it with, or that I didn't want him ripped into pieces.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," I mumbled again. She raised her eyebrows and glared at me.

"Who was it?" she demanded.

I returned the favour of the glare she sent me seconds ago, along with a grunt. I shook my head, no, and walked to the sink to wash off. As I turned around to reach for a tissue, I saw Hermione inching closer to my face with a pouty face.

"Come on, y/n, tell me! Please!" she cried.

At that very moment, Pansy walked in.

"Tell you what?" she nosily asked. We both scowled at her, signalling that it was none of her business. I walked out of the bathroom with Hermione and dragged her into a closet.

"I-it's Dra-" I gulped, "co."

Hermione's face contorted into knots as she processed what little sentence I had just said in her mind.

"Wait, Draco, as in the Draco," she asked.

I nodded, yes.

"How? When? What? Why?" she asked.

I shook my head, not wanting to tell her. She shook her head back, a face of disappointment and opened the door. Draco Malfoy was walking by when he saw us.

"Woah! Lesbian make-out session?" he laughed. We both glared and crossed our arms. Hermione looked at me as if to say: This guy? You gotta tell him.

I sighed in return and grabbed Draco by the wrist. He winced as I dug my nails into his wrist, practically begging to be let go.

"Please! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to- " he screamed.

Hermione left the premises and I dragged Draco to the closet. Resisting the temptation to kiss him, I opened my mouth to speak, only to be stopped by a pair of soft lips touching mine. I kissed back for a second or so, but I decided against continuing, so I pushed him away.

"Sorry, Draco. There's something I need to tell you," I sighed.

He stared into my eyes, softly. Not like the way he would have looked at me two months ago.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I'm.." I couldn't do it, I couldn't tell him.

"But you have to! He'll know sooner or later!" a little voice inside my head said.

"Pregnant," I finished; with my last breath, I started crying. He pulled me close to him, hugging me tightly. He stroked my back and whispered sweet nothings into my ear.

"It's okay, y/n. I love you and I'll take care of everything," he softly said.

a/n
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