Royals (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Chapter 84

{Draco's Pov}

The day had gone by quickly, Aurelia constantly hanging out of me as if I was a tree, I moved my gaze to (name) who was glaring down at her lap fiddling with her dress. I shrugged Aurelia off me grabbing a bowl and filling it with soup. I leant over and placed it in front of her, her gaze moved from her lap to my eyes.

They were simply beautiful a glimmering (e/c) that always shined, no matter the circumstances, she shot me a small smile before turning her attention to the bowl. All around us people chatted loudly, happily, and that wasn't fair. If (name) wasn't allowed happiness why should tey be? she does everything for everyone. She won't let me protect her no matter how hard I try she insists she's fine on her own but she's not. She's losing herself and I seem to be the only one noticing.

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[Authors Pov]

(name) had insisted on sleeping alongside Draco that night and after an hour of convincing, he agreed. She was wrapped tightly into him her grip almost frightening. Draco couldn't sleep, he was nervous. He nudged her lightly and she let out a quiet groan "up!" he demands shaking her lightly and she shoots upright, her hair messy. She pushes herself out of the bed making a quiet thud as she began undressing, Draco's eyes never leaving her figure.

She stepped into her dress and rakes her hands through her hair flattening it slightly. Draco gets up dressing quickly. "you have dressed nicely" Draco eyes her and she nods her hair bouncing with her movement "if I'm about to become a murderer, I'll at least do it with a sense of fashion" she smiles lightly at Draco who recoils at her words. "you're not doing this for me (name)" his hand reaches for hers and she shakes her head "you're not a murderer Draco" she retorts. They move through the corridors quietly as if they were ghosts their hands clasped within one another searching for a form of comfort.

The room of requirement opens and the two enter weeding through the boxes and other items before coming to a stop. The room is Dense with shadows, almost decorated with Strange slashes of light. The two were shadows within shadows. Draco releases his grasp on (name)'s hand and pulls the tapestry from the vanishing Cabinet. He stares at the monolith before him, lifts his wand and begins to chant. The surface of the cabinet glimmers, atremble in the ambient light. Almost alive. Then he stops. Looking back, his eyes haunted, he slips away (name) trailing quietly behind him.

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"Good evening, Draco, (name). What brings you out on such a fine spring evening? Or is it Summer?" Dumbledore acknowledges the two. Draco stands poised, wand in hand, eyes darting about. "Who else is here? I heard you talking." Draco glares as (name) begins walking around to investigate.

Her eyes land on Harry and they widen lightly before she glances at Draco, then back to Harry. She raises a finger to her lips indicating for him to be quiet. "no one is here Draco" she assures before moving back to his side. "I often talk aloud to myself. I find it extraordinarily useful. That which sounds sane at a whisper can seem utterly mad when said for all the world to hear. Haven't been whispering to yourself, have you, Draco?" Draco eyes Dumbledore with unease. "You two are not an assassins" Dumbeldore forces a smile to his face. "How do you know what I am? I've done things that would shock you." Draco snaps back his patience wearing thin.

"Like cursing Katie Bell and hoping she would, in turn, bear a cursed necklace to me?" Dumbledore's eyes move to (name), he knows she used the imperious curse on her, she draws her wand quickly pointing it threateningly. "Like replacing a bottle of mead with one laced with poison. Forgive me, but these are attempts so feeble I can not help but question if your hearts have been really in them. I'm curious. When Voldemort gave you this task, when he asked you to kill me, was it in a whisper?" Dumbledore's voice was quiet and calm. "He trusts me! I was chosen!" Malfoy thrusts out his arm, pulls back his sleeve and reveals the Dark mark. Dumbledore barely looks at it.