Draco X reader one shots (Finished)

Scars

A/N I wanted to dedicate this Chapter to Chockybiscuits01. She reads and voted on most of my story's and I just wanted to say Thank You! I think she may enjoy this one! ;)

You sit down next to Luna, you had been friends for a long time, and tuck into your food. You have a long conversation with Luna, laughing about the Potions class before your boyfriend finally comes and joins you. He sits silently, the air around Harry and his friends becoming tense the second he appears, but you simply smile and ignore the tension. Hopefully, it will go away.

You end up the focus of the conversation, the others laughing with you about the fact your potion blew up when Ron decides to steal the last muffin from your plate. You lunge across the table, hand outstretched, and manage to grab the muffin and stuff it in your face in a very un-ladylike way. The others laugh at Ron's stunned face, mouth still open as to eat the muffin, and you giggle. You glance at your boyfriend, wondering why he wasn't laughing with you, but you stop when you see him.

He looked as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes wide and fists clenched, and his gaze was focused on your stomach. You look down- seeing that your T-Shirt had ridden up- and swiftly tug it back down. His stormy eyes meet yours, and the air thickens until it feels as if your inhaling syrup- but without the sweet undertone. The noise in the hall seems to dim- you hear Hermione's call but ignore her- as Draco whispers a soft "What was that?"

You know what he was referring too, it was the reason you never wore bikinis or crop tops and was so glad when the uniform was those god-awful robes. You go to turn away from him, muttering "Nothing".

You jump as he slaps a hand down on the table, dangerously close to yours, as he repeats "What was that?". His tone has sharpened as his voice raises, his face now towering over yours. You shuffle sideways on the bench- unsure of how to react- as this is the first time Draco had ever raised his voice at you.

"It's nothing Draco, calm down" Your sooth, realizing- when his face reddens and the grip he has on the table tightens- that it was the wrong thing to say. He grabs the front of your robes, hauling you of the bench- surprising gentle- and placing you on the floor. He catches your hand in an iron grip, dragging you towards the door. You try to calm him on the way, saying it isn't a big deal, but quieten at the fierce glare he sends you. Instead, you concentrate on not falling over your feet as you try to keep pace with his strides.

The door slams shut and suddenly your back is pressed against the door, Draco's nimble fingers pulling up your T-shirt to reveal the large silver slice that runs across your stomach. He looks at it in shock and slight horror, causing you to try to pull down your T-shirt once more. However, he wrestles your hands above your head, holding them there with one hand as the other explores the scar.

You shiver.

You really shouldn't be enjoying this this much.

You sigh loudly- you tried to keep it in, really!- and Draco's eyes finally lift to yours. He takes in with wide eyes the effect he has on you, and quickly backs away, but not before he smirks smugly at you. You smooth out your clothes, flushing, before looking at him again.

You can tell he wants answers.

"I got in the way of a slicing spell, thats all Draco," You say, hoping the short explanation would satisfy his hunger.

It didn't.

He makes a low growl in the back of his throat-damn, thats hot- and goes to head towards you. You put your hands up in front of you, unsure if you would be able to control yourself again. He stops but gives you a pointed look.

"Okay, Imayhavejumpedinfrontofone-" You gush, Surprised when he lets out an angry "WHAT".

"I couldn't let him die, Draco!" You exclaim, exasperated.

Draco slams you against the wall, your head bumping into the stone, before slamming his lips to yours. The kiss is angry and hard, Draco punishing your lips with little nibbles and nips. He finally pulls away after a few minutes, resting his forehead against yours.

"I can't lose you" He whispers, panting. You rest your arms around his shoulders.

"You won't"

You both know it's an empty promise, but at that moment neither of you care.