Loving Draco Malfoy (draco malfoy x reader)

secret's out

"Just do as I say, Y/n. Please. I don't want to have to hurt you."
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School was boring that day. Nothing happened, same as usual. The most interesting part of any day is Harry collapsing on the floor whenever he gets a headache or hears voices. The two of you are friends, but even he knows it's kind of funny out of context. Draco makes fun of him a lot, but there's nothing you could do because Mr. Malfoy is usually there when it happens, and Draco had to convince him that you, too, hated anyone that wasn't pureblood, even though you were muggle-born yourself. That's why you and Harry got along. You both knew what it was like to be raised by terrible, magic-hating muggles. The only difference is that yours got better. They're still not very fond of magic, but they improved, which is a lot more than you could say for the Dursley's. They were hopeless.

After school, he took you back to Malfoy Manor before your date, and you plopped onto Draco's bed the moment you entered his bedroom. Draco was still talking to his father downstairs, so you decided to hide behind his door and scare him when he walks in. You weren't the most patient, so after it had already been two minutes, you decided to go see what was taking so long.

Your eyes narrowed as you tried to see what was going on. You heard yelling, though. That's never a good sign. Why was Mr. Malfoy yelling? You tried to get a little closer to the top of the staircase to try to listen in more.
"He's just a boy, Lucius," You heard Narcissa say.
"No, he's a prat," Mr. Malfoy said. You had to call him that so he feels respected. "Do you have any idea how much this could mean for our family?" He was speaking to Draco now.
"I-I do," Draco stuttered. He hasn't stuttered since he was a first year. He was bullied for it, so Mr. Malfoy made him practice "talking correctly" with Professor Snape.
"Don't stutter. You sound weak when you stutter. You must know your place, Draco. You can't have any weaknesses. Is that a problem here?"
"No, of course not," you heard Draco reassure his father.
You looked over for a moment to see Lucius slowly walking over to Draco, who was standing stiff as a tree, hands gripping each other tightly behind him. Draco does that when he's trying not to cry. He hasn't done that in a while either... You were so confused as to why Draco was being so tense. He's had many  intense sessions like this with his father, but they never seemed to get this bad. What was going on?
"Then get it done," Mr. Malfoy said, more quietly this time.

Immediately, Draco ran up the stairs and you, not knowing where to go, froze.
Draco reached the top of the stairs and you were forced to improvise before he saw you and picked up what you were doing.
"Boo!" you exclaimed, pretending you were trying to scare him, which was technically your original plan.
He jumped back in fear, but he didn't laugh afterwards the way people usually do. The fear remained on his face as it slowly faded to anger.
"Oh, hello, Miss y/l/n. It's good to see you again," Mr. Malfoy said, in the same condescending and slow tone that he never fails to miss.
Draco grabbed your arm and dragged you into his room, tossing you onto his bed.
"Oh?" you flirted.
"Shut up," Draco's voice cracked as he started to pace back and forth.
You, concerned, sat up and watched him pace for a moment, observing his emotions and movements. You know he wouldn't just come out and say what was happening, but after not being able to read him, you decided it was worth a shot.
"Draco... what happened out there? You seemed awfully panicked, and you.. you were stuttering again... That hasn't happened since-"
"First year. I remember, y/n. It happens when I'm nervous."
"Well, clearly, but what is it that made you so nervous?"
He stopped pacing and just sat on the foot of his bed, so you scooted forward to comfort him, just as you had done that morning. Except this time, it was different. This time, he grabbed your wrist before you could do so.
"Draco..."
Immediately he wrapped his hand around your neck firmly to stop you from talking... and breathing. You could feel the coldness of his rings as he gripped harder, looking you angrily in the eyes, although his expression seemed confusingly distraught.
Eventually, you escaped his grip, right before you stopped breathing. You fell onto the floor beside his bed, uncontrollably coughing and gasping for air. You looked up at Draco, who was just watching you, emotionless.

The moment you were able to stand, you did so.
"What has gotten into you?!"
Draco immediately drew his wand. "Against the wall," he commanded, still emotionless.
Your eyes immediately filled with tears and your expression splashed a vivid look of both confusion and fear. You tried to approach him, but he insisted that you obey his wishes before you could do so. And, out of fear and a weird gut feeling, you did as he asked.
"What now?" you asked between tears.
"Stop crying."
You looked up at him, still crying but trying hard to stop.
"Please. Y/n," he said, more softly. "You have to go."
You sniffled and began to wipe your tears. "Wha- why?"
"Just do as I say, y/n. Please. I don't want to have to hurt you."
"Then don't."
"It's not that simple."
You began to approach him again. "Why not?!"
"Stand back!" Draco exclaimed, holding a firmer grip on his wand.
You stepped back and asked the question again, more quietly this time.
"Voldemort," Draco whispered.
"What about him? He's not our problem."
"He knows you're a mudbl-" He stopped himself before saying the insulting word. He knew how rude it was, but old habits die hard. "muggle-born," he corrected himself.
"How is that even possible?"
"I don't know yet. I thought it was my father, but he still thinks you're pure-blood."
You took a deep breath to stop you from punching a wall.
"Ugh Sometimes I just want to-"
"And that's something we can do together one day," Draco interrupted, worried someone might hear you. "but for now, it's not safe."
"So, what then? Voldemort wants you to kill me."
"Precisely."
"Is that what you just agreed to do downstairs? You agreed to kill me?"
That was a mistake... Draco didn't know you were eavesdropping... He lowered his wand and looked at you in angry disbelief as he approached you slowly. You tried to take a step back, but you forgot that you were against the wall. He then took his wand and pressed it horizontally on the top of your neck. "You know how I feel about eavesdropping, y/n."
"I was just worried, Draco."
"That's no excuse."
"I know. I'm sorry." You gently placed your hand on the center of the wand, where it was pressing against your neck, and looked up at him. "Please, Draco."

Draco let go and stepped back. He hung his head and sat back down on the foot of his bed. Afraid of getting close to him again, you said your goodbyes and left as he had previously told you to do. You didn't expect him to respond, which he didn't, but you had hoped. Instead, he kept his head down and his mouth shut. On your way out, you had told him that the date was cancelled if he wanted. Again, no response.

You made sure Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy weren't out before you left Draco's room since they wanted you dead, and it was always really intense with them anyways. You made it out without being seen by them, but you couldn't stop thinking about Draco and how much he had changed in an instant. You were really looking forward to your date, so, instead of crying in your dorm all night, you decided to take advantage of Draco's silent response to whether the date was cancelled or not. If he shows, the date is on. If he doesn't, something is wrong. That was already obvious, but Draco was looking forward to this date in particular. Even more than you were. You don't go out very often, especially at night because, as much as you both claimed to hate Hogwarts, it's your home better than home, and neither of you wanted to risk getting expelled. Tonight was special because tonight was one of those nights where you were going to go out and be teenagers while it lasts. Besides, it was his birthday.
Maybe it'll all make sense in the end.