Draco Malfoy Imagines (Requests TEMPORARILY Closed )

Oblivious Part 2 // Draco Malfoy

A/N: Hey guys, PLEASE TAKE TIME TO READ THIS!!! I feel like I've taken on a series too early, I wrote Part 2 a long time ago but never got around to finishing it, so it didn't end with what I wanted it to, but it'll all work out in the end. But please be open-minded, I know it's not my best work by any means, but I think it's quite sweet in some moments. The juicy bits are yet to come. I'm sorry for such a long wait. Truth be told, I've been experiencing some writer's block and I really just wanted to get SOMETHING out to you guys. Thank you for your patience!

Summary: Draco and Y/N talk about what happened at Hogsmeade and after a tragic event, Draco finally comes clean.

Warning(s): SPOILERS! Violence, swearing(I can't remember if there is or not tbh)

Word Count: 4k

Draco exhaled heavily as he gently stroked his girlfriend's temple. He was trying to get her to fall asleep after the long day she'd just had. However, he knew first hand how uncomfortable the Hospital Wing's beds were. He didn't expect her to find slumber easily. Besides, he could practically see the gears turning in her head as she gazed up at him. Her expression was one of befuddlement.

Madam Pomfrey had already fixed her up, but she had requested for Y/N to stay the night so that she'd be able to reassess her ankle the next morning. Draco knew he should've taken this valuable time where Y/N would be, essentially, out of commission, to work on the cabinet. Alas, he couldn't bring himself to leave the chair Madam Pomfrey had provided him with.

Draco fought a smile from creeping onto his lips as he ran his eyes over Y/N's frame. He loved her all the time, but it was always a special treat whenever he got to see her in between consciousness and sleep. She'd curl up into a ball, make herself appear small. Every time she talked, it was as if she were drunk; her words would come out muffled or slurred, and none of her sentences would make sense. It was a rather endearing sight to behold. But Y/N wasn't her usual sleepy self tonight; she was wide awake and studying Draco's face intently.

"Why didn't you take me over there to help?" she asked him, point-blank.

Draco let out another sigh and ran his hand through his hair. Boy, oh boy, was his girlfriend quite the stubborn young woman. Although, perhaps that made sense as she was a Gryffindor after all. Part of him wanted to spill his guts to her. How good would it feel to finally tell someone what he's been going through? He parted his lips to spill his guts but thought better of it at the last moment.

Draco opened his mouth again. "I thought it was dangerous; I didn't want you to get hurt any further than you already were. That's all," he said, providing her with yet another false answer. The unimpressed look on her face signaled to Draco that she didn't buy it.

"Why were you in such a rush to leave? Maybe we could've helped her, Draco."

Draco clenched his fists. He really needed to get better at lying. But perhaps he was performing poorly due to the fact he was lying to Y/N, the girl he loved so dearly. Nevertheless, anger began to swell in his chest. "I already told you, it looked dangerous," he snapped. Y/N didn't move a muscle; she was used to Draco's sudden mood swings. Instead, she just stared at him, seemingly awaiting what he would do next.

Draco contemplated his next words heavily. Would mentioning Voldemort be too much? Maybe it would frighten Y/N. He certainly didn't want to keep the girl awake any longer than she'd already been, but perhaps it would convince her that Draco had genuinely been scared earlier that day. He indeed had been afraid... afraid of his secret being revealed.

"Look, The Dark Lord is back, we can't be-"

"Oh, so now you believe, Harry?" Y/N asked condescendingly.