Just Imagine, a Draco Malfoy Fanfiction

Season 2 finale!

INCLUDES FOUL LANGUAGE
NOT ACCURATE TO THE BOOKS
REFERENCE TO SEX
BLOOD WARNING
REFERENCE TO DEATH
YOUR POINT OF VIEW

I walked briskly out of the room and let myself cry as I ran to the bathroom. I sank against the wall and cried into my hands. How could he say that? He made it obvious that he knew I still liked him. He'd actually gotten over me? "FUCKING DUMBASS!" I yelled to myself. "Woah! Are you okay?" I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up and saw Dean. I wiped the tears away from my face and sniffled. "What are you doing here in the girls bathroom?" I asked in a shaker voice. "I heard crying so I came to see what had happened, and obviously it was a good idea, so tell me what happened Y/N." he demanded.

"I-I was just being dumb and thought that Draco still had feelings for me, but he doesn't. Of fucking course he doesn't. He broke up with me!" I said in between sobs. "Y/N, not that this is any of my business, but I don't think you and Draco are good for another. I mean when you two are, or rather were, dating, there was so much drama and you found yourself crying a lot." He said. "You don't understand. It's not easy to love Draco Malfoy. But I do. It was a constant battle and torture for me, but I loved it." I replied. He nodded. "Do what you have to do." He said before leaving the room.

             "Y/N! Y/N!" Screamed a voice. I jerked my head around. "What?!?" I asked, facing a very worried Pansy. "Harry and Draco are having a wand fight in the bathroom!" She yelled. "Ugh. Please don't tell me about his new hookup." I sighed. "THE FUCK?!? BITCH- AN ACTUAL WAND FIGHT!" Screamed Pansy.

             Oh fuck.

             I ran out of the restroom and ran to the boy's restroom. I saw Draco, hunched over the sink. He was crying. Sobbing. He looked so hurt. He ripped off his blazer, leaving his white shirt on, and looked in the mirror. Wait. Where was Harry?

             Draco must have heard me come in. He stared into the mirror and met my eyes. We were both broken. But why was he shattered? Maybe he was thinking about the Deatheaters again, or having to kill Dumbledore.

             He whipped his head around and faced me. "Y/N-" he started to say. All of a sudden, Harry appeared in front of me. He must have been wearing an invisibility cloak. "SECTUMSEMPRA!" He shouted, pointing his wand at Draco. I hadn't heard of that spell before, but it did much damage. Large gashes and cuts appeared all over Draco's body. He was bleeding. Blood mixed with the water on the floor. He was bleeding out. "No. No." I said under my breath. "SOMEONE HELP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "HARRY! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!?" I asked, before running to Draco. He was laying on the floor, limbs sprawled out.

             I ripped off my cloak and found his thigh which was bleeding vigorously. "The femoral artery." I whispered to myself. "Harry. Listen very closely. Get a teacher. Sprint." I said. With that, he was gone. "If punctured, the femoral artery will bleed out in a few minutes, causing death to a human." I recited under my breath.

             My mother had taught me when I was very young, about the importance of non-magic things. Like how to fight, or take care of a sick person. How to save someone.

             I ripped off a section of my cloak and tied it tightly around the bleeding part of his thigh. Even episky couldn't save this. He would have to go to Saint Mungo's quickly. Or die.

             "Princess." I heard Draco whisper. I put my hand on his cheek and let my tears fall onto his face. "Draco! Draco, can you hear me? We're going to get you help." I said. Silence. Then finally, "Princess. I'm so sorry. I-this never would've happened if I had just-" he said. I cut him off. "Shhhh. Save your strength. Just keep breathing for me. Can you do that?" I asked shakily. He nodded and closed his eyes. I kept my ear close to his nose, to listen to the soft but quick inhales and exhales of his breath. He seemed exhausted. But he needed to keep breathing. I knew it, and so he knew it.

             "WHAT HAS HAPPENED HERE?" Boomed McGonagall. She was followed by Snape. "I- I just came in and Harry preformed a spell. He cut Draco's femoral artery. We need to get him to Saint Mungo's in two minutes or he'll die." I said. "Thank you Y/L/N. Now. Proffessor Snape? Please escort Mr. Malfoy to Saint Mungo's." Said McGonagall. I saw Snape carry Draco and disapparate. "We have the apparition restrictions down temporarily since the 6th years lessons start soon." Explained McGonagall. "Thank you for taking care of
Mr. Malfoy Y/N." She said, leaving the room.

             I collapsed onto the floor, crying. I thought about everything. The things I didn't want to. I thought about the pain that Draco was experiencing. No. I felt it. I thought about my mother. Everything she had taught me. I was just unfortunate enough to have to put it to use. I thought about the way that Draco used to hold me. How he would comfort me, kiss me, love me. I thought about that day of my mother's funeral, when he talked to my mother from above the grave. I thought about how I might have to do that again soon. I thought about seeing his limp body, spread across the floor. The blood filling the room as the tears flooded my eyes. I thought about how "Keep breathing for me. Can you do that?" might be the last words I ever say to him. I thought about a life without Draco. One without his love was torture, but one without him in it, one without him. It would be a living hell.

AUTHORS NOTE

             Don't you love how I can't go one episode without making drama or life threatening plots or extreme cliffhangers? And that's why I'm going on a one week hiatus!