Draco X reader one shots (Finished)

Quidditch

A/N I am completely clueless on quidditch, so if I get anything wrong please comment! Also, This one-shot is dedicated to Weezing_Willie! Hope you enjoy! (Reader is a beater.)

You had been on your houses quidditch team for a while now, and you loved it. The wind in your hair, the cheering of the crowd, the adrenaline running through your veins. However, your favourite part was Draco. With him being in Slytherin (and very proud of that fact), he refused to admit that he often cheered for you, despite that you often heard him yelling encouragement.

And this game, with your house in the lead, was amazing. Well, that is until Marcus - once again losing his patience - decides to send a bludger hurtling towards your keeper. You see the movement and Marcus's evil smirk, and race to protect your teammate. Unfortunately, you miss time your defence and end up taking the hit to the side of your head.

Blanking out, you fall limply from your broom, coming around a second later to find yourself plummeting to the floor. A yell sounds behind you, unmistakably Draco, but you're distracted by the impact of your landing. Yelling in pain when your already bleeding skull hits the ground, you blank out once again.

Yelling rouses you from the darkness, and you groan quietly as you weakly prop yourself up onto your elbows. Your friends are hovering over you, expressions worried, and the teachers are inspecting your temple. However, the first thing you realise is Draco's absence. Panicking, you scan the arena for him, only for your eyes to land on the familiar green robes. Draco is on top of Marcus, his hands around the boy's neck, whilst yelling threats. You can see here that Draco is shaking - whether, from anger or shock, you don't know - but the tears glinting in his eyes point to the latter. A few teachers are trying to get close to the scrapping boys, but are wary of Marcus's flailing limbs.

"Draco" You croak, realising that its too weak for him to hear. Clearing your throat, you try again. This time your loud enough. Draco pauses, head whipping up to look at you, and you smile. Abandoning his quest of strangling Marcus, he races towards you, throwing himself down beside you. The tears are overflowing now, wetting your robes from where he has you cradled in his arms. You stay like that for a few muinites - glaring at the teachers who dare to object - whilst Draco calms. His grip is both delicate and secure, torn between wanting to be as cautious as possible, and the overwhelming need just to treasure himself your here.

He turns his face into your neck, breathing heavily still.

"I thought I lost you" He murmers. It's barely more than a whisper, a confetion, but it's filled with so much raw agony that you instinctively tighten your hold so your almost crushing him.

"I'm here Draco" You sooth, rubbing circles on his back.

"I'm here"