Draco Malfoy X Hufflepuff Reader - Tumblr Posts
draco dating a hufflepuff girl in the same year as him.
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Draco’s sixth year at Hogwarts comes in a succession of black and blue, the shape of a Mark, a branding, a death sentence, stitched into the capillaries of his arm.
The gossamer ribbon of his lungs slips through his rib cage and swirls around the notches of his esophagus till he’s choking on the silent screams.
Because loving her is a dangerous thing.
A tricky thing.
A deadly thing.
For she’s now a pawn in the Dark Lord’s game, all muddled blood, and impure veins.
He feels like Icarus falling for the sea, can taste the foam in his lungs, on his tongue, shards of salt lacerating the walls of his once beating heart.
And he cannot breathe, cannot swallow, cannot see, no, not as she’s standing behind him more ghost than girl, ankles buried beneath more truths than lies, tears staining the rim of her cathedral-glass eyes.
“Draco,” she whispers, and it sounds like a hymn, a chorus of angels screaming, crashing, burning, falling from heaven, falling for devils.
He’s never heard something quite so tragic.
“I’m sorry,” he replies, almost laughs at the irony.
The Mark, the blood, the truth, the lies.
He wonders if this is what it feels like to die.
With a girl - the girl - by his side, eyes wide, lips swollen and tinged with a hint of Botticellian pink.
“I’m not leaving.”
“Please, he’ll kill you, he’ll kill us all.”
A strand of hair catches in her lashes as she shakes her head adamantly.
“Like you said, he’ll kill us all. At least I’ll be by your side when I die.”
She twines their fingers together and knots their knuckles in a manner that reminds Draco vaguely of a promise.
He thinks he wants to hold her hand forever, wants to memorize each slope and curve and jut of her tender, porcelain bones.
Because loving her is like Russian Roulette.
A game, a chance, a dangerous thing.
She folds her arms behind his neck, brings her lips close, close, close till they’re closest.
“I’m not leaving,” she says, again.
Again, again and again.
And yellow never was so beautiful.
Draco dating a Hufflepuff in the same year as him
❝Loving her is like Russian Roulette.
❝A game, a chance, a dangerous thing.❞
He's sitting on the edge of the Astronomy Tower balcony and all he can think about is falling.
Falling for a girl.
A girl in a pleated plaid skirt with pristine blood and a family name to uphold. A girl standing in the library of his family's estate, a waterfall of curls cascading down her back and a plethora of pearls draped across her neck.
It was the middle of June. It was hot. He was cold.
It's October now, and there’s a serpentine grin eating away at his skin. It's a branding, a message, a sentence to death.
He can still feel the burn in his bloodstream, can still see the electric green reverberating off the walls. He traces the blue river of his veins.
"I looked everywhere for you, but then I realized where I'd find you." she says behind him.
He always did love the stars.
She sits down beside him. She's close enough that he can smell her perfume.
She twists the button on the cuff of her sleeve. Draco catches a glimpse of a familiar black curl on her forearm.
He didn't -
He had no idea.
"Does the pain get better?" She says.
He wants to lie.
"It becomes numb, eventually."
Her skin is red, rubbed raw.
"Just," she begins, pauses. "Hold me. Please."
He nods and slips his arm around her shoulders. He waits for her to lay her head in his lap.
All he can think about is falling.
It's a long way down.