Draco Malfoy Imagines (Requests TEMPORARILY Closed )

After All Is Said And Done

A/N: This is quite a short imagine, but I'm fond of it and I hope you enjoy. It's pretty fluffy but with angst as well.

Summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco tends to Y/N's wounds.

Warnings: SPOILERS!!! -- Slight description of blood/injury

Word count: 950

Draco walks briskly through the Great Hall, scanning the faces of people sprawled on the floor on sackcloth cots, looking for Y/N. Before the battle began, Draco's parents called him over to the hoard of Death Eaters behind Lord Voldemort. He hesitated when they called, hoping someone would ask him to stay, and Y/N did. It came as a bit of a shock to Draco when she took his hand and gently said, "Stay."

But he was glad she did. That simple word gave him the strength he needed to stand his ground. He'd been following his parents' every word since the day he was born, it was hard to say no to them, but Draco was glad he did. Now he could begin walking the road of forgiveness.

Y/N's face caught his eye, he rushed over to her. They'd gotten separated during the battle, and the pit in Draco's stomach only grew when he saw her face. It was bandaged, covering her left eye. When she looked up and saw the blonde boy, she smiled, and the eye that wasn't covered, twinkled.

"You're alright! I was wondering about you," She said with a grin.

Draco forced a smile, "Yes, I'm fine. However, you are not."

"Ah, it's not that bad, at least, I don't think it is." Y/N grimaced and toyed with the bandages on her fingers.

He frowned, "We should check it. How long has it been since you got it wrapped up?"

"A few hours ago, but I'd rather not take it off."

"I don't want to push you, but the bandage isn't white anymore. I think it's time to change it as well as get a look at the wound," Draco looked at Y/N expectantly. She looked down at her feet.

"I guess," she mumbled.

Draco let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Thank you, darling. I'll try to be gentle."

He grasped the bandage and slowly lifted it up and away from Y/N's eye. She bit her lip and squinted her other eye.

"I'm sorry, I would get Madam Pomfrey to do this, but she's got her hands full."

"No, no, it's alright. How bad is it?"

The damage wasn't terrible, but it was still bad. Her eyebrow had been split open as well as her eyelid.

Draco ignored her question, "You think you could manage to open your eye a bit?"

Y/N carefully opened ever so slightly, but it was enough for Draco to see that her actual eye had no damage.

"Good job, thank you, you can close it again. It's not bad, I don't think you'll go blind," Draco said with a grin plastered across his face. He was relieved the injury wasn't going to have any permanent damage other than a scar.

"That's good then. Should we wrap it up again?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah, for the most part, the bleeding has stopped," Draco stated. He then pulled out his wand and uttered, "Ferula." Y/N's head once again had bandages wrapped around it, successfully covering her wounds.

"Thank you, Draco."

"No problem, darling."

They sat in silence, listening to the hustle and bustle around them. People rushing from patient to patient. Poor Madam Pomfrey looked as if she might faint. People were sobbing with grief, while others groaned with pain. All around, there were sad faces. Draco's frown deepened. He felt somewhat responsible for all of this. Of course, he didn't personally injure anyone here. That was the Death Eaters's doing. But he'd definitely contributed to the Battle. After all, he was a Death Eater himself. Not really by choice, but that didn't matter in these people's eyes. He wasn't about to pretend he didn't see the disgusted glares he'd gotten when he walked into the Great Hall. And even now, as he scans the room, the scowls didn't cease.

"We won," Y/N said meekly. Draco turned his head towards her. "We did. Thank you for telling me to stay."

"Someone had to. I think we all knew you didn't really want to join them."

Draco shifted his eyes back to the ground. The memory of the look on his parents' faces when he didn't go to them was like a knife through his heart.

"I suspect they'll want nothing to do with me now," he said.

"Don't be silly, they're your parents. I'm sure they'll find you eventually. But it might be best for you to lay low right now. The Ministry isn't very forgiving towards anyone with the mark, whether they wanted it or not."

"You do know I didn't have a choice, right? Yeah, I was a slimy git, who am I kidding, I still am, but I did not want to be a Death Eater. I thought I did at first, but I quickly learned I was wrong."

Y/N placed her hand on Draco's knee, gently rubbing it with her thumb. "I believe you, Draco. I forgive you."

He felt tears come to his eyes, and he felt a lump in his throat. Those three words were ones he never expected to hear, at least not so soon. A tear escaped him before he gained his composure.

"Thank you, Y/N."

She smiled and gave him a light kiss on the cheek, "Come on, let's see if Madam Pomfrey could use our help."

Y/N stood up and made her way towards the matron. Meanwhile, Draco sat still, shocked he'd gotten a kiss. He began to raise his hand to his cheek when he sensed someone was staring at him.

"You coming, Malfoy?" Y/N called out, a smirk on her face. Draco couldn't help but smile as he got to his feet and jogged over to her.