Draco Malfoy x Reader One-Shots

after hogwarts | her smile

Draco's POV 

There never was a good war or a bad peace. War is always cruel. It separates families, friends and lovers. It's been a decade since the Dark Lord has been defeated and the Second War has ended. But I've never fully recovered from heartbreak. Maybe it's the punishment for all the bad things I've ever done, Merlin has taken my girl from me. We are now separated in two worlds where only death is the passing permit.

She was the sweetest girl I'd ever met. She was genuine and considerate. She might not be the most beautiful girl in the world - she didn't have the silkiest hair nor a curvy body. She's the only girl who'd convinced me to look beyond that. All she had was her spirit and principles. That's what had made her perfect. She might not be the bravest girl in the world - I've known about her fear of death since our third year at Hogwarts. I saw her boggart. The boggart turned itself to her corpse which made her scream and sob. It's heartbreaking to see her crying and couldn't do anything about it. However, during the war, she was capable of overcoming her biggest fear and sacrificed herself. For me.

She was from a Pureblood family, but her parents are completely different from mine. They are never bothered by blood status. They judged people by their personalities and talents. They enjoyed associating with Muggle-borns as much as with Purebloods. Their family was one of those who've been labelled as Blood Traitors, but still a little bit better than the Weasleys as they have some influence in the Wizarding World and they have gold.

To be honest, I didn't like her at first sight. Her beliefs were too different from mine. She treated people equally nice and believed everyone had a good side while I treated the poor, the weak and Muggle-borns like shit. I used to think that she was a hypocritical, a two-faced person who was even worse than me. Later, of course, I found out I was wrong. She is pure, or maybe I'd just call her naïve. I fell in love with her. She was one of the few who knew about my mission set by the Dark Lord. She didn't nag me nor tell me to stop doing this or that. She just stood by me and gave me support when I almost collapsed. Despite knowing the worst of me, she still believed that I was actually a good person. That was certainly the biggest mistake she had ever made.

As her parents had such a high reputation, she was caught and caged in the Manor as a hostage. The Dark Lord wanted her parents to join him, as having more allies was always better than having more enemies, he threatened to kill their only child if they didn't. Just as expected, her parents were so worried about their precious daughter's life, they agreed to support the Dark Lord. Yet, no one'd ever thought about that her parents were spies from the Order. They had already contacted the Order before they agreed to join the Dark Lord. They leaked secret information to their fellow by Patronuses. Not too soon, the Dark Lord himself had found out their betrayal. To punish them, he Crucioed them, but didn't kill them, thinking that they might be still useful to him later. However, to torture the couple for supporting the wrong side, he ordered us, the Malfoys to 'deal with' their daughter.

We all knew the meaning of 'deal with'. We were ordered to kill her. Right after I knew about the request, I ran downstairs to the cellar alone. That was the last time I saw her moving. The last time I heard her voice. The last time I felt her temperature. She was sitting in the corner, wrapping her arms around her legs, with her face buried in her arms before she heard my footsteps. I thought she was crying. When she looked up, I knew I was wrong. There's no sign of crying. Instead, when she noticed me, she smiled.

"Draco," she softly called my name.

I could easy to tell that she was having some difficulties to stand up as she stumbled. I ran to her immediately to help her stand on her feet and hold her tight in my arms. I thought I had almost crushed her ribs.

"Are you here to set me free?"

I froze. What should I tell her? Tell her she was going to be killed because of her parents' fault? No, I couldn't. It was too cruel to her. I didn't say anything. I just kissed her. She was shocked at first, but she answered my kisses seconds later. The kiss was passionate and exquisite. I closed my eyes, trying to stop my tears from falling, I pulled her even closer. I tried to memorize everything of hers. Her warmth, her taste and her body. When the notion of never seeing her or feeling her again came to mind, I felt tears started streaming down my cheeks. I was sure that she could taste the saltiness of my tears. But she didn't ask anything about it. She just wiped them away with her dirty hand after we broke our kiss.