Harry Potter Imagines

trust me - Draco Malfoy

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Summary; ' yes, hello I'd like to request an imagine where the reader is running from death eaters that unarmed her and she gets to a cliff and she turns around and sees Draco and he's inches away from reader and if she steps back she'd fall. Instead of pushing her off, he grabs her and boom they appear in downtown London and he makes sure you're okay for a moment then he disappears again '

Warnings; swearing

Word Count; 1.2k

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How did you get here? What was the order of events that led you to running for your life away from a bunch of death eaters? What did you do to fuck up so astronomically?

You've tried to think it over while you're running, in a feeble attempt to get your mind off of all the pain in your body right now. The burning in your calves, the weakness in your knees. Your ribs hurt, your throat is raw from sucking in hair and letting it out right after. The sweat dribbles down from your forehead and slides right into your eyes.

You're so exhausted but you can't stop running. Not now. You've gained so much distance between you and them, so you have to keep pushing. Keep your mind on anything else. Dodge the trees and hop over fallen logs. Barely slide past the bushes with thorns, feel the blood run down your body.

"Please." you beg, taking another quick glance behind them.

Their cloaks are terrifying, pitch black. They advance slowly, but their pace doesn't matter. They'll always be behind you. No matter how fast you run, or where you hide, they'll find you.

They used to be right on your heels. Just a person's height away from you, but now it's at least three cars, you think. You were smart to run to the woods, but your luck is running out, you can feel it. The obstacles in your path just seem to be slowing you down even more.

Hopping over another log, your foot lands the wrong way when you land. You struggle to gain your footing again, trying your best to ignore the ache in your ankle as you get back to it.

You wish you could stop now, to rest your ankle and defend yourself and stand some sort of ground, but the wand is gone. It's nowhere to be seen. You can't go back and get it, you're sure you lost it in the streets somewhere when you rounded a corner too fast.

Or you lost it when you first came into the woods. Either way, it's not where you normally keep it, and you can't do magic without it. You're screwed. You have to keep running and hope you come across something that'll change the game. Something that will get them right off your trail.

If you had floo on you, then a house would be the go to. You'd think of some dumb place, throw the dust in and suddenly be gone. Right out of thin air, and they'd have no clue where you've gone.

Your ankle is slowing you down. You can hear them getting closer. You've got to find a place to go, now. Time's running out.

Up ahead, you can see a clearing. There are no more trees, and it's just sky as far as you can see. This would be good. Even though it means no more coverage, you wouldn't have to jump over things anymore. Just run a straight path.

Happy, you push yourself a little further, thinking that this is it. Another gain. Until you get closer. Then you're able to see that it's just a cliff. Below is water, but the height is too great. You'd die on impact.

Your heart sinks in your chest as you look back to the death eaters. You shuffle back as if the small distance will make any sort of difference but all it does is kick a few rocks down. You look right back at the cliff.

You did nothing to deserve this. You didn't piss them off at all. You spent the last day and a half inside of your house--where they appeared--and you just barely managed to get away. They caught sight of you, and they've been chasing you since. Like a hunter on a deer.

You have a couple of choices here. Go with them, try to run left or right, or jump to the water below. Three of the choices end with going with the death eaters, with the great chance of death or you can...

You tear your eyes away from the water, looking back over to the death eaters, expecting them to be right here. But it's not them, it's someone completely different. His blonde hair is combed over in it's usual style, and he wears a black suit, readjusting a ring on his finger, until he lets that hand drop.

"Draco." you whisper, confused as to why he's here, how he got so close, so quickly. Then you remember that he's one of them. He's got the mark. He probably gave away where you lived too. The next time you say his name, it's harsher, "Draco."

He extends his hand, "Come with me."

"No." you snarl, peering around him to see that they're coming closer. They never really disappeared, Draco's just blocking the way, "You're one of them."

"I'll get you out of here." he says, "Someplace safe."

Their slow pace has sped up.

Draco can see the clear reluctance on your face, with how your eyes dart between him and the advancing cloaks. His expression changes to something sadder, maybe disappointment.

"Trust me." he says, "Please, don't let them take you."

You have five choices now. One of them is definite death, three of them are going with the death eaters with the chance of death or worse, and the other is taking the chance on Draco. Your own boyfriend, who no doubt is involved in all of this in some way. But the remorse on his face is telling you that he wants to make this right. He didn't mean for this to happen.

You lean forward, slapping your hand into his. He yanks you towards him with no hesitation, arms wrapping around your body in a hug. You think he's going to turn you around and give you up, but instead he says some words, and the world spins. It takes a moment before it comes back around, to a moldy alleyway.

He holds you at arms length now, looking over you. There's a prominent frown on his face when he sees all the cuts and the forming bruises. It worsens when he sees that you're favoring one leg over the other.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." he says, meeting your eyes, "They didn't tell me why they wanted to know. I tried to ask, but they wouldn't say anything. I went to your house and it was in shambles and--"

"Breathe." you tell him.

He does, nodding a little, "You're okay? There's a clinic nearby, I could walk you."

"I'm fine. Are you okay?"

His face then straightens out, becoming more serious, "I have to go. I can't stay."

You nod now, "Okay, yeah. I'll send Pansy an owl when I'm safe, have her pass on the word."

Draco looks satisfied with this. He hugs you tightly, apologizing again. He pulls out his wand, getting ready to go, when he pauses, "I almost forgot."

He reaches into the inside of his coat, and pulls out your wand.

"Oh, thank you." you take it, turning it over in your hand. There's no damage.

"(Y/n)?" Draco asks, you look up to him. He really does look sorry, "I love you, stay safe."

Before you can say anything, the place where he was, warps and he's suddenly gone.