Strayed From the Path-- Draco Malfoy x Reader

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Y/N stands for your name btw! Enjoy this y'all. Also, I'm a bit rusty on my HP knowledge so sorry for any mistakes.

Song list will be here, may be updated at any time. Will notify you when I do.

1. Killing Me Softly With His Song, Fugees

2. Michigan, The Milk Carton Kids

3. Always, Panic! at the Disco

4. Mykonos, Fleet Foxes

5. Take My Breath Away, Berlin

6. Night Fever, Bee Gees

7. Lay it On Me, Vance Joy

8. Give Yourself a Try, the 1975

- Cornbread

Of course, it wasn't intentional. With how much the two of us constantly discussed our future, I figured that the others would believe that we meant for this to happen. 'Look at the power couple, Draco and Y/N, starting off their nuclear family early,' I could already hear Harry's voice taunting me. Here I was, curled up on a cot in Madam Pomfrey's ward, a bubbling green potion in my hand, signaling the end of my future. If Draco didn't kill me, or my teachers didn't kill me, or if Draco's parents didn't kill me-- which was inevitable-- I would surely kill myself. I had dreamt for so long to be a professor here in this magnificent school that I had called home for the past six years, just for it all to be thrown away in one stupid accident.  

I pondered over my options while Madam Pomfrey went to fetch me a glass of water. I was well aware of what I could choose, though none of them felt right. Nothing felt right as of the moment, as though my world had passed into another dimension when I found out. Even the water I accepted from the all-too-caring nurse tasted different, a bit more tangy, with a twinge of self-loathing.

"It is a Saturday, dear," Madam Pomfrey said, gently placing her hand on my shoulder. I shivered,  pulling the wool blanket at the foot of the cot around my shoulders. "You can stay here as long as you like, and I'll speak with Headmaster Dumbledore this evening.

"As for the others... what of your parents?"

I snorted. My parents wouldn't care about the predicament that I had thrown myself into. The most 'caring' they got was booting me off of the continent into a different wizarding school halfway across the world. From the Great States to the itty bitty U.K. I went, with not so much as a letter from dear old Mom n' Dad. My summers were spent in an inn by the lake, which was thankfully paid for by my parents. Everything was. That was the deal, I stayed far, far away and they'd fund my banishing. 

"Don't think so, Madam."

"Any family at all?" I shook my head, eyes glued to the floor, avoiding the sympathetic face that Madam Pomfrey gave me. "How about the father?"

The father. Draco. Things have been different between the two of us lately. One moment, it's summer and everything is fine, then the school year rolls around and suddenly, he's different. Always running off with no explanation, no time for me. He always seemed so worried, so distraught. He never spoke to me, so eventually, I gave in. I gave him the silent treatment as well.

Technically, we're still together, though physically and emotionally, we're miles apart.

I sighed in response to Pomfrey's question, laying down and rolling onto my side. "Do you mind if I just lie here for a while and close my eyes?" I asked. "I haven't the energy to drag myself down to my dorm." 

"Of course, dear." 

Though I couldn't see her, I could hear the clicking of her shoes as she left my side. Setting my water glass on the table beside me, I squeezed my eyes shut. My goal was to block out all of the terrible things in my life with my eyelids, but all I got were those spots dancing through my vision when I finally opened my eyes.