It started as a joke DracoxReader

Worth Saving

"Miss YLN" Amycus called your attention back from the distance glancing you had managed to adapt in his class.

"Yes Professor?" You asked, trying to seem as involved as possible.

"Can you answer my question?" He asked.

"oh...I, uh" you stammered. It was like the Carrow to pick you out of the crowd so you had to fall into the same routine of losing yourself in memories here. It seemed like focusing was something you were having a particularly hard time with lately.

"Come up here" He waved. You glanced over at Draco, who was sitting beside you. It was clear by the look on his face that he had been paying attention and was not happy about what was happening.

"Amycus" Draco tried to protest.

"It's professor to you Mr. Malfoy, now, Miss YLN come up here...now' he seemed even more maddened by Draco's reaction. And of course, you'd pay for that mistake. You gpt to your feet, grabbing your wand from the table...

"Yes Professor?" You asked once you reached the front of the classroom.

"Have you ever done the Cruciatus curse?" He asked.

"Yes Professor" you nodded. It had been something you had managed to avoid all year, watching only as others did it. So this was a blatant lie.

"Have you ever...." he thought for a second like he himself was wondering what to ask "Had it done to you?"

You could see the tables stiffen, you imagined what they had been thinking. Most of them assumed that as someone under the command of the dark lord, you were impervious to these things. At least from his hand.

"No," you said plainly. Avoiding Draco's watching eyes as much as possible. Why didn't you lie?

"Ahh, interesting..." He smirked. "I need a volunteer" he seemed all too chipper.

"Professor..." Draco tried again to protest.

"Are you volunteering Mr. Malfoy?" Amycus asked. Draco seemed frozen "Then shut up" he snarled.

It took everything in you not to shudder, you figured people would be jumping at the opportunity to curse you. Why all of a sudden were they remaining so silent?

"I guess if I don't have one... I will have to do it myself" He shrugged. This made your stomach clench entirely, the Cruciatus curse hurt no matter the caster, but it hurt more and more depending on the strength and practices of the person. You knew that Amycus had plenty of experience, so his spell could be absolutely devouring. You closed your eyes tight. This was going to fucking suck.

"No," Someone spoke, you knew the voice.

"What did I say Mr. Malfoy?!" He snapped.
"I will do it" Your dear Hades spoke. Causing every person in the room to turn to him, rattled in their bones.

You watched him with shattering breaths as he weighed through hearts water to the front of the classroom. The tethers of your hearts hummed like harps strings as he stood before you, wand clasped with whitened knuckles.

He very well may have just saved you from something that could have been much worse, his practice with the spell was limited mostly to class necessity and detention obligations so his spell would hurt you far less than Amycus... but then again it wasn't the curses pain you were ready for. It would be the after... the guilt that would eat at him.

You'd make him forgive himself, no matter what.

"Go ahead Mr. Malfoy" Amycus cooed, "Don't hold back"