Just Imagine, a Draco Malfoy Fanfiction

What we wanted

DRACO'S POINT OF VIEW
INCLUDES SOME FOUL LANGUAGE
NOT ACCURATE TO THE BOOKS

"Y/N. she's having a panic attack?" I ask. "Yes! And come quick! This one seems bad!" She responds quickly. I bolt up to the Fat Lady, knowing how bad her attacks and get. "Goddamn it. Y/L/N can't go five minutes without making a scene." I think. Although I don't really believe it. "I just hope that Y/N will be okay." I think. Once I reach the Fat Lady, I looked behind me. That mudblood was far behind. "OPEN UP!" I yell. "Password?" She asks calmly. "I DON'T KNOW THE FUCKING PASSWORD!" I yell back.

Neville opens the painting for me and says "she's in the girls dormitory". I push him aside and race up. She was there in the floor shaking and hyperventilating just as Granger had said. She also seemed to be getting worse by the second. "MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!" I yell at the crowd surrounding her. They all leave the dorm and give me room. She would hate to be around a crowd when she returns to her normal state. I sat down and sat cris-crossed on the floor, and set her head on my lap.

"Count with me. I said calmly. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11..." I trailed on until we reached 100. When she reached 100, she said "Thank you Malfoy." And quickly got up and sat cris-crossed like I was. "God Y/L/N. Don't scare me like that." "You came." She said sadly, and looked down. "You called didn't you?" I said sharply at her "I'm sorry." She said. "I didn't mean to snap earlier, I was just so angry, and when I thought about how I hurt my childhood best friend, I just panicked and broke." She said. "It's okay. I owed you anyway for.. well everything." "You're alright Malfoy." She responded. I felt my cheeks getting warm. "Can we please go back to hating each other now?" I asked. "Yeah. Go make your daddy proud." She grinned.

I stood up and walked to the door. "See you later Y/L/N." I said. We were finally even, and I could go back to hating her tomorrow. I saw Granger on the way down to the dungeons. "She'll be okay." I said. I expected a thank you or a handshake at least, but she slapped me. And it hurt. I felt blood slowly coming out of my nose. "FUCK! AH WHAT GIVES?" I yelled. "Next time you see her, ask what gave her the panic attack." She responded.

"She was probably so happy that Diggory came to talk to her that she had an attack." I thought to myself as I walked back to the Slytherin common room. "Woah! Draco! What happened to your face?" Asked Goyle. "That's Malfoy to you." I snapped back. I went up to my dorm and saw Blaise waiting for me. "So what was the emergency?" He asked. "Nothing." I said, not wanting them to think I helped Y/N.

I used to have panic attacks when I was younger. When my father hit me, or when I saw my house elves ironing their hands as a self punishment. Dobby their house elf had always helped me recover. I liked Dobby. He was always kind to me even though my father treated him like shit. I was so happy when Dobby was freed, and when I couldn't sleep, when Dobby came to clean the Slytherin common room early in the morning (with pay), we would talk to each other. I would tell Y/N all about my attacks when I was younger. Thank god she had remembered me telling her. That was the first time she has ever gotten a panic attack, and I hope it's also the last.

As much as I hate Y/N, panic attacks are painful and as much as she deserves to go through pain, no one should suffer what I had gone through.  This obviously wouldn't mean the end of our rivalry and hatred.

YOUR POINT OF VIEW

I collapsed onto the floor. I was having a panic attack. People started to crowd around me, and as much as I wanted to tell them to piss off, I couldn't properly speak, and I would probably just end up saying go piss. What was taking Hermione so long? She's been gone for 10, 15 minutes. I start to panic even more. Malfoy probably won't even show. He hates my guts.

Then I hear a voice yelling, followed by loud steps coming up the stairs. "MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!" I hear Malfoy yell. He had come. Once he had calmed me down I heard him say "God. Y/L/N don't scare me like that." He said, a little less than gently. "You came." I said sadly. I was too embarrassed to look at him. I had humiliated and hurt him in-front of the whole school. "You called. Didn't you?" He shot back, angrily. We exchanged a few apologies, and went back to hating one another like we wanted. That is what we wanted. Right?