When Draco visits Goyle, he meets (YN), Goyle's beautiful muggle neighbour and finds he has unexpected and troublesome feelings for her. Will he continue to live his life by his parent's rules or learn to listen to his heart?
Summary: Draco has been at Goyle's for little over a week, stealing as many moments of time with the Reader as he possibly can. The effects of those moments bringing changes he never expected.
Word Count: 1398
Warnings: Angst and fluff for both Draco and the reader.
A/N: Sorry this second installment took a while, I've been so busy. I hope you enjoy it and please, feel free to send me a message or comment, feedback is always welcomed and encouraged.
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Draco moved his gaze to the sky, the sun's rays warming his pale complexion, as he breathed in the sweet summer air. Yet, his heart felt warmer and more content than it ever had on any warm summer's day, his smile more genuine than any smile that had ever touched his lips before.
Laying there, his hand ran lightly across the velvety grass and his smile only enhanced as his gaze travelled back down to his other hand, watching as his fingertips gently wrestled with (YN)'s. Rolling onto his side, Draco leaned lightly across her chest, placing a surprisingly sweet kiss to her lips, leaving a tender smile upon hers in their absence. The vision only fuelling the growing warmth in his heart. Since his arrival just over a week earlier, he had stolen as many moments as possible with Goyle's beautiful next-door neighbour and he had fallen fast and hard.
Those first couple of days Draco struggled with everything he had been raised to believe from the moment he could walk and talk. Muggles were filth, an abomination, weak and barely any better than wild animals. Yet, those thoughts only troubled him when (YN) wasn't within his sight or reach. Come the moment he could see her perfect smile or brush his hand against hers, those thoughts dissolved like a single grain of salt in an ocean of warm sugar water, making him question everything he thought he knew.
By the middle of his week away at Goyle's, there was no struggle, his mind was clearer than it had ever been. How could the sweet, beautiful girl who lay on the grass beside him be an abomination? A week ago, he had been a miserable, angry and despondent young wizard. And today? Today his spirits carried a lightness of which he never knew existed. And it was because of her... Not some pure-blood witch, or even a half-blood... or a so called filthy mudblood... her... (YN) (YLN)... a lowly little muggle, who to his knowledge knew nothing of his wizarding world.
And yet, that lightness he felt was carried away as easily as a whisper on the wind, the second... the moment he remembered that in just a few days he would have to return home. Only to prepare for another school year at Hogwarts, where he was expected... no, forced to do things he just didn't want to do. He didn't want to smuggle Death Eaters into the school and he certainly didn't want to kill Dumbledore. As much as he didn't like the old wizard, he didn't want him dead, let alone murder him.
And now... well, now everything had changed... he had changed, the muggle girl beside him had turned everything he believed upside down. And he wanted nothing more to do with the Death Eaters, Voldemort, purebloods... none of it. But he couldn't just walk away, it would be a death wish not to do what they asked. Not only for him, but for his parents too and if they ever discovered why he had changed his mind, or who was responsible for his irreversible change of heart, if they ever found out about... her, well... his whole body shuddered at the thought.
