We Belong Together || Draco Malfoy X Reader

91| Deceit

Draco POV

She was just blabbering. She must be. But where did she get that idea from? No one knew I was a Death Eater in this whole school except Snape. Did he perhaps start a rumour about it? No, he wouldn't dare to do that after making a stupid unbreakable vow to mother; moreover, he wasn't a type of person to spread rumours.

I guessed it was only a drunk talk, nothing to worry about, for now, I hoped. It was best to just stay low for now and watched her discreetly. She was sleeping peacefully with her tiny hand tugging my PJ persistently. She would be mad if she knew anything that was happening right now in the morning.

The more I told myself not to worry about her knowing my new identity, the more guilt was piling up in my heart. I couldn't help but freak out every now and then when she showed signs about her suspicions at me. Just by thinking about the possibilities of the outcome after she found out everything; me being a Death Eater, my missions to kill Dumbledore and to bring the other Death Eaters to Hogwarts through the vanishing cabinet. She told me that her parents were killed by Death Eaters right before I became one and I knew how much hate she put on them for that. But I had no choice.

Will she hate me now?

The worries erased all my drowsiness. I supposed I would have to stay up all night again today.

I kept myself busy with examining her sleeping face. To be frank, no one looked good while sleeping; not even me, but Y/N was surely a different case. I was having fun observing her sleeping state when suddenly she made strange noises, moving randomly in bed with an uneasy look on her face, pulling my PJ with so much force that I never thought she would have in her sleep and that caused me to get closer to her. Was she having a nightmare? I thought it had disappeared months ago.

"It's all right, love. I'm here," I comforted and she jolted up immediately. Her jewel eyes widened, even in the dark I was still able to see the lovely glow – that was one of the many reasons I got hooked to her charms.

"What the hell Draco? You have the audacity to call me love after what you–"

She didn't get to finish her sentence as she brought her hands to cover her mouth. I knew it, she was going to throw up now. As a nimble boyfriend, I carried her in my arms within seconds to bring her to our private bathroom. She was giving light punches on my chest that felt like nothing along the speedy trip to the bathroom, asking me to let go of her even when she knew I wouldn't do that. I would never let go of her.

"Slowly darling," I said as I rubbed her back while she was vomiting into the toilet.

"Don't touch me!" She hissed.

Still going to be angry in this situation, eh? I would do the opposite of what she said then, just because her mad expression was cute.

I continued rubbing her back for a while until I hit the limit of her patience and in the end, I got some crazy yells from her. This was when I knew when to stop.

She went to the basin to clean her face while I leaned myself against the wall, waiting for her to get herself done. She was struggling with the hair that kept falling to cover her face each time she wanted to bend lower to wash her face. If only she would ask for some bits of help from me, I would love to help her but well, she wouldn't let me touch her now, not even a single strand of hair. She stomped her feet to the hard ground several times in annoyance. Even in this odd circumstance with the tension between us, she couldn't fail to flutter my heart just by doing something utterly normal.

"Do you need help with–"

"No!"

So cranky. She glared at me before going to the bedroom, probably trying to find a hair tie because when she got back, her hair was already tied up in a ponytail, looking so gorgeous.