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(3rd person POV)
Potions, always goddamm potions.
Yea, you hated the subject with a burning passion, as did many of your peers. Who could blame you when the teacher was such a greasy haired git.
You've had to suffer professor Snape's tyrany since you were eleven. But this, this is the last straw.
"Hello? Earth to who-ever you are. Atleast move."
Some annoying, grating voice whined in your ear.
Draco Malfoy, your potions partner for this year. He didn't seen happy with you either, as you're not one of his pure-blooded slaves.
"..Sorry." You sigh silently, did you want to punch him? Yes, but his dads Lucius Malfoy, so unless you wanted your parents to go bankrupt, you'd shut up.
Malfoy scoffs and pushes you aside so he can reach some random worm like ingredient.
You retreat back to your spot at the cutting board and cut up the root infront of you like the instructions said. As much as you hate the Slytherin you're working with, he knows what he's doing. Probably the only upside of this arrangement: good grades.
"Not that small. Gods you're useless." Malfoy grits his teeth and takes the knife away from you. He reminds you a bit of your friends' mean mother. So controlling and arrogant.
"They're as big as the instructions say." You almost scoff but you keep in a nasty scowl as to not anger mister blondie.
"The instructions are wrong. I've made this potion before, it's better if the roots are in bigger pieces." Malfoy lectures absentmindly and starts anew. At this point you'd just let him do everything since you do it wrong anyways.
But no, he'd tell you off and call you names. So what does he want you to do? You don't know. He doesn't want you to do anything but you also can't do nothing. At this point you should just drink the unfinished potion and see if thats alright for him.
The potions class ticks by incredibly slow. Due to not wanting to piss Malfoy off, you end up being the one who just has to hand him stuff and wash the used lab materials. Utterly boring, but oh well.
You don't think you're going to last a week more with him before you get mad and let loose all the damm insults you've carefully crafted.
But would it be worth it to endure years of bullying just to smack that smug grin off of his face? Yes. Yes it would.
But no! Don't doom yourself now, potions class is only for... Another hour. Okay yea, you're not making it trough this one.
"L/N, spoon." Malfoy orders and holds his pale hand out for a spoon you're supposed to hand him.
"It's next to you." You answer plainly. Not wanting your irritation to show.
"I didn't ask for words, I asked for the spoon." Malfoy snarls, as a 'last warning'.
"It's next to you."
You repeat calmly. This bossy Slytherin turns his head around in such a quick snap you almost feared he'd broken something.
You facial expression remains neutral, while on the inside, you're screaming at yourself to jump out of the window.
"The. Spoon." Malfoy hisses angrilly.
"It's. Next. To. You." You mimick him, done with this absolute shit.
"My father will-"
"Hear about this. We know Malfoy." The dude in the group next to you speaks. Neat, people who're not against you.
Malfoys eye twitches a bit before he glares at you with cold grey eyes.
He finally grabs the spoon himself and stirs the potion at a pace wich, to your knowladge, is way too fast for this potion.
A minute later, you were proven absolutly correct as the dark blue goo explodes and douses you, Malfoy and some neighbouring students under the hot slushie of grossness.
You hear multiple sounds of distaste around you, tough your vision is mostly obscured by the goo you refuse to let enter you eyes.
"Who did this?!" You hear a loud and angry voice... and theres the worst part of the day, Snape's wrath.
"Malfoy did!" Some brave student pipes up. Poor soul, thats the last you'd ever hear of her this class.
The blonde lets out an audible snarl of rage as he's tattletailed on. Hopefully he also has goo in his eyes, so that he won't be able to see who snitched.
"Malfoy, five points from Slytherin." Snape ends this quickly and sends all the damaged students off to the closest lavatorys to wash up.
You walk half blindly trough the hallways in search of a lavatory. A hand on the top of your back seems to be leading you, you haven't a clue who it is but you mumble a quick 'thank you'.
You reach a lavatory with the help of the mystery person and wash up. Tough when you're done washing the gunk out of your face alone, they're already gone... a shame.
As such, weeks go by of Hogwarts lessons. Malfoy's still a bitch, but that was expected, atleast it's only in potions class...
So it is to your dear surprise when the blonde himself comes up to you in the hall.
"L/N. When do you want to make that potions paper? I don't like making things last minute." Draco scoffs as he stands before you with his arms crossed.
You didn't have a problem with making things last minute. But bratty mac brat face did, ofcourse.
"I'm free now, if thats fine." You sigh and get mentally ready for this study session if he said yes.
"Great. Library." Draco organizes chastely and walks past you towards the library. Unfortunatly, trough a less popular part of the. Now, if he were to stick a wand up your nose you'd have no witnesses...
Tough, all goes well, Draco seems to actually just want to get this done. So you two silently walk to the slightly dark hallway.
You hear him sigh as you two walk, you're a bit on edge, yes. You've heard about Malfoy's urges to hex people.
Nothing happens... he just keeps walking.
That is untill you hear a creak from up above and a nasty metal sound.
You body reacted before you even knew.
You jumped at Draco like some kind of tiger and rolled onto the floor with him as the chandelier you two were under had crashed where he had just stood.
You blink rapidly to get the dust out of your eyes and stare at what could have been both of your dooms.
Draco coughs up some dust and focusses his gaze onto the chandelier just before he was about to insult you for pushing him.
"Did you do that-" You two asked in sinc.
Draco sighs as he realizes you have no clue either.
You get up and pull the blonde up with you. A lame 'thanks' comes out of his mouth as a mumble.
"So... You know, like who did that?" You look on at the chandelier in shock, your life had just flashed before your eyes.
"Maybe it was a coincidence?" Draco suggests. You side glare at him.
"Obviously not. Everyone hates you, someone must have tried killing you." You sneer now, realising you just risked your life to save him.
"Hate me? I'm the most popular boy in this school- outside of Potter- But my word still stands!" Draco protests. Glaring at you with cold grey eyes.
"You're a loud mouthed, insulting git. But sure, if thats how you wanna be know, do continue." You furrow your brows.
"Excuse me?! You could be a bit nicer after saving my life-" Draco stops mid sentance as he realises it himself.
"You... saved my life? Why?" Draco's voice gets quiter.
"Honestly, I don't know. I just did." You shrug, not wanting to make as big of a deal of it as it truly was.
"... Thank you. Y/N." Draco speaks, full on eye contact.
You've never heard him say your name... first name at that, in such a.. non mocking manner.
You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrasment.
"No problem... Let's go report this to a trusted adult." You brush off and start walking.
"Trusted adult? Really?" Draco snickers in amusement at your words and behavior. It's like your little life saving action opened his eyes.
You weren't incompetent anymore. No longer an annoyance. You were just.. Y/N L/N.
"Well I can't say teacher, theres a lot of teachers I ouldn't even trust to hold my pen." You scoff. Draco perks up in curiosity and walks next to you.
"Spill." He muses simply. Looking at you from the side.
"Obviously Filch. Snape, just because he seems to hate me. Umbridge, it explains itself. Dumbledore, don't ask, its a personal grudge." You roll your eyes and Draco nods, amused.
"Fair enough. So who are we telling?" He asks you as you two walk down the halls. Now on edge as the one trying to murder you both may be around.
"Uh... How about McGonnagall? Or maybe Sprout. I'm sure they'll care." You answer and keep walking. Draco nods along. Wow, this is the first time you two must have agreed on something.
You two end up finding proffesor Sprout's office first. Draco takes the lead in explaining the events and your houses both get five points... for not dying you suppose. Or maybe not being as stupid as Harry Potter and his squad and actually telling a teacher whats going on.
As you'd expected, the woman instructed you two to go to your dorms for the night, dinner would be in seperate houses as the school would be inspecting for the evening.
You and Draco parted ways, tough you could see the reluctance in the blonde's eyes as you were about to walk away.
So with a deep sigh you walked him to the Slytherin dungeons entrance and walked back on your own from there.
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It's been a week since the accident.
The hallway had been closed of for a few days to investigate but after finding nothing aching to magic traces, they re-opened it so that whatever poor sucker walks in next could aslo get a chandelier on their head!
But thats besides the point. Draco hadn't stopped writing notes to his father, each one more urgent as he didn't want to genuinly die at Hogwarts. Wich you found reasonable, you weren't that invested into the student life either.
Obviously Harry Potter and his gang had to investigate behind the teachers' backs. because 'Oh it could have been Voldemort trying to distract Harry!'. You'd like to tell Potter to wake up and show him that not everythings about him, but essentially it is, so you'd just shut up.
After about two weeks, Draco had promtly decided that because you saved his ass, you two were now friends.
Not an arrangement you agreed with, as the biy just wouldn't leave you alone! Or worse, he'd scare your other friends away!
"C'mon Y/N. You can't be friends with such.. lowly people... I'm better for you in every possible way." Draco boasted after he had glared at the girl you were talking too. You were littarly only talking about homework and he still intervened.
"Malfoy, I am one of those." You dead panned and looked at him in annoyance.
"I told you to call me Draco." He glares slightly. You're unfazed by his nasty snarls by now.
"Yea, I know. i'm just ignoring your requests." You shrugged and simply walked on to class. The blonde followed suit tugging you back by your robes' hood so you'd be next to him.
You simply rolled your eyes, slowing your pace so he wouldn't tug at you again like the attention seeker he is.
Luckily, he didn't share this class with you, so he had to pout and walk off when you arrived at your door.
Sure it was nice that he wasn't an asshole anymore, atleas tto you... But the constant intrusion of your day was getting annoying. You had friends, you had a life and he wasn't able to just worm himself in, no he wanted all of your time and it showed.
Who could have tought someone would go that deep with trauma bonding...
And then, for absolute no reason, it happened again. You were walking in the halls, too secluded for your liking.
Draco was chatting your ear off about potions and how everyone else does it worse then you two.... he doesn't even let you do anything... so at this point he's just boasting about his own skills.
But a quick flash of red alerts you as it pelt straight at Draco's face. You tug him towards you in a quick motion, the fired spell blasts against the wall and ignites a fire.
A flash of a silhoutte speeds away from the other end of the hall and before you know it you're speeding after them.
Draco shouts for you to stop but catching who-ever almost killed the blonde twice was way more important.
Your robes ruffles due to your fast sprint. You keep catching glances of this person fleeng behind corners. Finally, you think you've managed to catch them in a dead end!
But no, this sumb castle has to play favourites with the attempted murderers and open the wall just to troll you.
You bang your fist on the wall in anger as you failed to catch the mystery person.
After a few minutes Draco comes running up behind you, visibly exhausted.
"It's a student." You huff with a cold look.
"A student? Trying to kill me? Don't they know who my father-"
"They do. Why do you think they want you dead? Either they hate you or they hate your dad." You scoff and pat your robes back down.
"Well if I'm being targeted then so are you. We come as a pair." Draco announces proudly.
"We don't. Who said that?" You frown in distaste.
"I decided it." Draco smirks and wraps his arm around your shoulder.
Expensive cologne penetrates your sense of smell.
"If thats so then I think it's better we part ways so I'm no longer a target." You shake your head. Draco visibly stiffens and his eyes darken slightly.
"Not happening. I need you close to keep you safe." He explains as if even a single word of that was true.
"... Draco, I'm the one keeping you safe." You scowl and the blonde bites his lip.
"You're scared..." You narrow your eyes, voice now a whisper.
Draco looks offended and doesn't say anything back, thats more then enough of an answer for you.
"Fine. I'll stick around." You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance.
"Good." Draco simply smirks and lowers his arm to your waist.
"You'll be staying in my dorm then, to keep me safe." He smiles smugly. You deadpann at the idea alone. One, that would never be approved, and two, no thanks.
"Not happening." You shake your head again. (h/c) hair swaying in the motion.
"I'll make it happen." Draco's expression tightens as he walks away from the wall with you in his hold.
You're starting to get creeped out by both the mystery person and your... friend.
And just like he said, it would happen, it did.
You don't know how he convinced Snape and your house's teacher to make this move happen, but it did. He must have paid them off... there's no other way.
So here you were, being glared at by other Slytherins as you moved your trunk to Draco's dorm.
Where did he throw his other roomates? Not a clue.
Was this even safer for both of you? Especially for you?
You gulp as Draco opens the door for you. He seems too overjoyed at this move.
You drop your trunk by one of the beds, a bit weirded out by the absolute lack if windows in the Slytherin dungeon. What's wrong with sunlight, huh?
And just like that, you've found yourself a new roomate....
And it was ass-
Draco woke up early to do his hair, insisting that he'd do yours aswell. And no, you were never as high end as him, so getting all these forgein products put into your hair wasn't pleasant.
He began choosing your weekend outfits. Styled your school robes when he didn't approve of how ruffled they were, he even went as far as to push you into the bathroom to shower when he found you too greasy. By wich you mean everyday....
You hadn't expected the blonde to be such a control freak, but he was. Okay, maybe you should have...
Currently, you were simply walking down a secluded hall.. again, when the statue next to you and Draco let its axe drop.
You weren't fast enough to completly save your most controlling friend, tough you did pull him into you out of reflex. A bleeding cut was created on his left arm... but it was better then getting an axe trough your head, you suppose.
Draco screams out in angony and you wince as the sound hurt your ears.
You drag the fool with you to the infirmairy while he's crying out in pain, hoping you get there before he passes out because in no way are you strong enough to carry this lanky kid.
You grit your teeth as you think back to the now thrid attempt at Draco's life. What student even has the balls to attempt this even once? And how had the teachers not caught them?
And why is Harry Potter staring at you and Draco from behind a corne-
What.
You whip your head around to face the chosen one who freezes as he's caught.
"I can explain-" He stutters out with his hands up to show his innocence.
"Did you try to kill him?" You ask simply while Draco's just screaming.
"No-"
"Okay." You turn back around and keep walking, you had bigger problems then Potter's questions right now.
"What? No wait-" He runs after you as you keep walking.
You don't really react as you keep dragging Draco away to the infirmairy.
Mrs.Pomfrey gasps in shock as you bring Draco in, she immeadiatly gets to work and you can finally drop the screaming blonde onto a bed, tough he's mostly just crying now.
Draco demands that you hold his other hand while Pomfery heals his arm.
So you suck up your free will and sit next to his bedside to hold his hand.
Harry hasn't left... Just stares at the scene in confusion.
"Why are you friends with Malfoy?" The dark haired boy asks.
You eye him for a moment, as you've never talked before.
"I'm not." You shrug and Draco almost snarls.
".. You are." The blonde croaks out in pain, just to correct you.
You roll your eyes and Harry's frown tightens.
"Do you have any clue's on who's trying to kill him?" Harry asks, as if the target isn't right by you two.
"A student, thats all I know. And if you're going to be asking questions atleast make it less obvious that you're interogating us." You scoff and the boy bites his lip, pushing his glasses back up.
"I want to help-"
"Yourself. We know."
You finish for him and he looks baffled.
"Thats not what I was going to say." Harry frowns more, fidgeting with his sleeves.
"But it was what you meant. It's a student, thats all I know. Now shoo because the more I talk to you the harder this git squishes my hand." You side glare at Draco who is currently glaring at Harry.
"Then let go of him. He'll be fine on his own, come help us search." Harry suggests a bit calmly now.
Wow, you've never tought of just letting go- Ofcourse you had! Draco just had a deathgrip on your hand.
"This doesn't concern you, Potter." You shake your head. Harry steps closer to look you in the eye.
"No, it does concern me. Nothing at this school ever happens without Voldemort being behind it, it has to be some kind of elaborate plan to get the schools defences down." Harry tries to convince you.
"Ah yes, killing Lucius' son is gonna bring all of Hogwarts down! The worst it's gonna do is have Draco's dad sue the school or something." You explain.
"You know his father?" Harry asks in disbelief. "Well not personally, why?" You ask in confusion, eyebrows scrunching together.
"He's evil." Harry whispers as if he isn't being glared at by the blonde.
"Yea so? Thats not my problem?" You shrug again and ignore the pulling on your hand from a clearly annoyed Slytherin.
"What? That... Y/N, just help us, you're with Draco all the time, and you've saved him too. We can solve this together." Harry starts again with his proposal.
"No, Potter, let the teachers solve things for once, go study or something. And why do you know my name?" You narrow your (e/c) eyes.
Harry stiffens. From what you've heard of Draco's shittalking, he's quite the stalker. Tough you'd never expected to be a victim of it.
"Don't worry about it, you're well known-"
"I'm not."
"You're friends with a Malfoy."
"I'm not." You repeat again.
"..You are.." Draco buts in again.
You sigh at the absurdity of this all. Harry wanted that thrill of mystery. Draco wanted a friend he could control and you just wanted to pass this year.
Very diffrent wants and needs. Not compatible.
So you'd ditch them both.
Easy as that.
When Draco was allowed out of the infirmairy you helped him back up to your shared room and ran off as fast as you could.
Two goals in mind, catch the mystery person and avoid everyone else.
So, out of pure desperation, you stole a polyjuice potion from proffesor Snape's supply. How, you may ask. You snuk a letter up under the door of his office that said he was needed by Dumbledore in terms of his potions career. It couldn't be too obvious, but it seems you had nailed it.
So without furder ado, you threw a hair of your blonde 'friend' into the potion. You had snatched a Slytherin tie from his closet. Quite an idiotic descicion to let you live in his dorm...
Oh well. You were transformed in a matter of minutes, tried to adjust the now blonde hair back to how neat Draco usually had it and set off to go find the most secluded and dark places off the castle.
If they wanted Draco malfoy dead, then they'd have to try harder.
It didn't take long before you felt watched. But you had to keep the cocky air up around you. Chin up, back straight.
And bam! A spell again! Right past your face from behind. Since you weren't actually Draco, you had been on guard. And this time this sucker wasn't getting away.
You chugged down a speed potion, accio-ing your broom as you ran after the person. Draco's height aided your sprint, tough you hoped the polyjuice potion didn't affect your own pyshical abilities because you doubt that Draco could hold up running as long as you.
Your broom flew into your hand not long after, stealing tricks from Potter wasn't a bad idea as long as no-one saw it!
You didn't even sit on the long stick, no time for that. You just let it drag you along as it flew. You didn't know brooms could even work like that, but your will power was enough for it to do so.
You pushed off against walls as you followed this person into the darker parts of the castle. Deeper into the dungeons. They must have realised long ago that you weren't Draco, or they'd have tried something to hurt you.
Glidinf off of stairs, ignoring the harsh thuds you made against walls and the layers of skin under your pants that were getting torn up by your landing and frantic turns and collisons.
It could all be fixed. As long as you finally caught this damm person it would all be worth it.
With a last jump you caught onto the persons black hood, togging it off and holding in to keep them in your grip.
A feminine yelp left the wrongdoer's mouth as you threw her onto the ground. Letting your broom fly out of your hands so you could pull out you wand, aimed right at her neck.
A....
A child....
First year, maybe.... second year?
You didn't know. But you eyes widened at the sight of this... scared girl.
But now's not the time to be weak, who knows, maybe she took a polyjuice potion too to get the wrong person jailed.
"Explain, right now." You demand in a snarl. It must have looked a lot more intimidating considering you had Draco's face at the moment... It was strange hearing his voice say your words...
"I-I only want him dead!" The girl shouts out. You stiffen and tug her up by the hair.
"And why?" You narrow your now grey eyed gaze. Glaring harshly.
"His father ruined my family! Why are you helping him!?" The girl sobbed. You weren't sure what to do...
Let a kid kill Draco or just turn her in...
You couldn't let her roam free and try again. If Draco actually died you'd be suspicious too.... And intergogated. Truth serum and bam, they had you as the one that let the murderer get away.
Is that a selfish tought?
Are you allowed to think that way?
"I'm helping him because I'm not letting someone die, Malfoy or not." You bite back.
"Thats stupid, he's using you! Let me go!" The girl tries to kick you, a quick 'Stupefy' to the face knocks her right out.
No, you made your desciscion, better safe then sorry. You'd just... deliver her to Dumbledore... Thats better then.. Snape? Better then McGonnagall? Atleast punishment wise. Maybe.. they'd just send her to therapy?
Yea.. lets believe in that...
You carried the girl out of the dungeons. Exhausted by the end of the stairs. If only you knew a spell to make bodies float, too bad thats a Potter exclusive.
After some breaks and huffs, you got to Dumbledore's way too high up office.
Trying to make the walls open or whatever, you hadn't ever been here before...
And you still looked like Draco...
Oh this day couldn't get any worse.
You managed to open the gateway, dropped the kid on a chair at Dumbledore's office and looked him in the eye.
"Malfoy, what brings you and Delaine here?" Dumbledore inquires calmly.
"It's L/N, sir. This is the girl thats been trying to kill Malfoy, excuse my looks..." You sigh and run a hand trough your- Draco's hair. Too much gel for your liking...
"L/N? I see. And how did you aquire a polyjuice potion?" Dumbledore asked with an amused smile.
He didn't look mad but you were'nt going to risk it.
"Lucius Malfoy aided me and Draco in our plan, sir." You lied spontaniously. The old man didn't seem to question it and just nodded.
....
"She isn't going to.. Azkaban, right?" You ask in a whisper.
"No... Miss Delaine hasn't killed anyone... yet. She'll be undergoing a trial. I'll be sure to give your house twenty points for your heroic behavior. You like it on the down low, don't you?" Dumbledore smiles.
You stiffen at his sudden.. correct assumption.
You tought he knew lots, but to know personal things about you? Some random student? Weirdo...
What's he? All seeing?
"You're dismissed, L/N. Be sure to visit the imfirmairy, you look quite rustled." Dumbledore advised and opens the gateway for you again.
You nod and walk out.
Only when the door closes again does your calm expression twist into guilt...
You just ruined some girls life... Not as bad as going to Azkaban... but you defenitly fucked it up..
But.. but it would have been worse for her if she had actually killed Draco. You keep repeating that all the way to the infirmairy.
Why did it have to be some kid?
You weren't sure wether to tell Draco the morning after.
You had come back to the dorm, no strange onlookers glared at you now that you looked liked Draco.
Tough you watched in the mirror as the potions' effects wore off. As the blonde melted back into (h/c) and your body became your own again.
All while you saw the person you were sleeping behind you.
He wasn't even tucked in correctly...
So you did that first... then went to bed yourself.
And now here you were, with Draco gushing over how amazing you looked with the Slytherin tie and how you should steal his clothes more often.
You refrained from looking angry since he didn't need to know all about your reasons for it.
A shame you forgot to change before going to sleep...
He made you wear that tie for the whole day.
It was like a claim.
You weren't sure how you felt about this whole 'friendship' anymore now that the murder problem had been resolved...
Maybe you'd just stick around untill one of the teachers officially announces that the case was solved.
You just wanted your old friends back, your old roomates...
But luck was never on your side.
Not a week after, it had been revealed, wich seemed good. You weren't mentioned, just like Dumbledore knew you wanted.
But oh boy. Someone else knew.
Lucius Malfoy.
The man himself came to visit Hogwarts and singled you and Draco out after dinner.
Exposing your heroic deeds and making Draco like you even more.
he assumed you cared about him to do all this. You just had the basic human decency to not let someone die.
Thats all there was to it.
Atleast on your side.
After Lucius' visit, Draco didn't let you leave him like you had planned.
And you were finally fed up.
Packing your stuff, you'd just move back to your dorm without asking.
"What do you think you're doing?" Draco stood in the doorway. Closing the door behind him as he walked in.
"Moving back. The murder is solved." You state calmly, trying not to provoke anything in the blonde.
"Y/N, you can't do that." He shakes his head and opens your wardrobe again to put your clothes back.
"I can. I've helped you, it's over now." You refuse and put the clothes back in your suitcase.
Draco's face twists into a frown as he comes closer.
"We're not over."
"That isn't what I said-"
"You're mine, Y/n."
Draco announces so directly you needed a moment for the shock to pass so that that cringe feeling could swarm over you.
"Excuse me?" You ask in offence.
"You're mine. In everyway a person could be mine." Draco elaborates, it isn't making his words any better."
"You're sounding absurd." You facepalm but your wrist gets snatched and pulled to his chest.
"You don't understand. I want you in every way there is to want. You're my soulmate. Platonically, Romantically- whatever ally there is. You're the first true friend I've had. You're mine." Draco grins slightly... pshycotically.
Sure mental problems are allowed but keep them to yourself, jeez.
"Did someone make you chug a love potion? Go sober up in the corner and then we'll talk." You keep your cool. Even if you're freaking out on the inside. He isn't acting normal. This has to be a potion of somekind.
Surely it is.
"My father has already agreed that I can court you, Y/N. Don't you see how good this could be for you.?" Draco smiles, trying to convince you of his ultimate love.
You cringe and try to back away, but the blonde just backs you up more into the wardrobe.
"Don't fight our bond." Draco whispers rather creepily.
You'd rather fight both the bond and him if you could choose.
But the moment that you did, or well, attempted to punch him, you were out like a light.
Just like that girl you caught, Draco had 'stupefied' you too.
Knocked out cold for him to gush over.
He just needed a friend that wouldn't leave him.
A friend that wasn't fake.
And you were perfect, seeing as you had no trouble insulting him.
So you were his.
You'd stay his.
You had chosen wrong.
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Kinda lame ending, I know.
But I mean, good enough for a long ass one shot like this. Coudln't let it get too long.
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