i'm half crazy... all for the love of you ♡
draco x weasley oc fic
folklore by taylor swift inspired
"And you can aim for my heart, go for blood... But you would still miss me in your bones."
Following the horrific Battle of Hogwarts, the unexpect...
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𓆙 Draco Malfoy 𓆙
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If I wasn't there for Daisy, she could easily be transported back to St. Mungos, or the Weasleys would have to declare the next wizarding war right in their own house. The amount of screaming and fighting after Daisy punched Harry was ungodly, and I come from a long line of family disagreements.
And I couldn't calm Daisy down- no matter what I did or said. She struggled to manage any emotions, and I was worried about her. I remember when I was like this after the fight with my mother, and I was unknowing of what she was doing on the other side of the house and the long-term effects of my words.
"You're here with me now," I attempted to calm her down after using a portkey to get out of the Burrow and to Malfoy manor. The portkey was old and created with harsh dark magic when I was in my first phases of being a death eater. "Are you sure the transportation didn't hurt you? It was made for one person, and I feel it rocky about it."
"I'm fine. I don't wanna go back there," she rubbed her eye, trying not to cry, but it was really no use. "Please don't make me go back."
We made it in one piece, and she silently followed me up through the shady, dark, nearly not lived house and into my childhood bedroom before she broke into tears. She attempted to tell me she was just fine, but I wasn't having any of that- especially after what was said to her.
"You don't have to go anywhere," I tried to reassure her, placing my hands on her thighs. "It's okay. Everything is okay, Daisy."
"It's not okay. Everyone," she hiccuped, then tried to breathe normally but failed. "Everyone hates me. They all hate me."
My heart was breaking. I was hoping I wasn't making it worse. I reached for a clean washrag out of the top drawer and lifted her onto the dark granite countertop, "Nobody hates you, Daisy. It's all okay, I promise. Can I look at your hand, please? I don't want it to get infected."
"I've never," she couldn't stop crying, even after I picked her up and placed her on the counter. She was letting me take care of her, but she needed a little more pushing. She hiccuped through another set of sobs, "I have never been in trouble like that before. They chose him over me. I'm... I'm their daughter, and they picked him."
