Potter? || Draco Malfoy x Reader

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Wandless magic was a curious thing.

It was difficult, no doubt. We'd been taught horrible things could happen if you performed it inadequately.

Now, after spending a week in the same room I was in during the summer, I realised that; burns and cuts I accidentally inflicted on myself scattered my body.

Though, they gave me an opportunity to train my wandless healing, too. I wasn't even great when it came to healing wounds with a wand, so the fact I had no option but to try without one pushed me forward.

Training myself day in and day out made time fly by much quicker than the last time I was locked in here, and I cursed myself for not getting the idea earlier.

At least my time in here amounted to something now. It felt much better.

And while I did break my head about Luna at least five times a day, the thought she was here in the first place only fuelled me to get better at whatever I tried to learn that day.

I wondered whether she stayed in a room close by. Or whether she stayed in a room, at all. They wouldn't throw her in the dungeon, would they?

Did Malfoy Manor even have a dungeon?

I sighed loudly, dragging a chair towards the middle of the room before positioning myself in front of it.

Concentrating, I closed my eyes, visualising the chair forcefully flying against the bare stretch of wall behind it. My brows were knitted together tightly, and I took one last deep breath before channelling all my energy into the spell.

Though, before I could shout out the words "Flipendo," in hopes it would have the desired outcome, the door rattled open, and I didn't even open my eyes as all that channelled energy focused on the door instead of the chair.

I heard it instantly fall shut again. Yet, as I flinched at the sudden noise, my heartbeat thudding in my chest, I was delighted to see the spell had actually worked.

My eyes were trained on the door, watching it intently as it creaked open once more. My heartbeat picked up, not quite sure whether I wanted to know who was behind it.

There weren't many faces in the manor I'd be delighted to see, so the chances of the following encounter being pleasant were slim.

But not none.

My eyes widened at the sight of platinum blonde hair, and with my hand against my chest, I leapt towards Draco with a gasp.

"Oh my god," I mumbled, an apologetic expression on my face as he stepped into my field of vision completely. "Are you okay?"

His demeanour resembled that of a kicked puppy; small wrinkles forming on his forehead as his brows slightly furrowed. Though, his eyes were still wider than usual.

"That's one hell of a welcome," He grumbled, rubbing his forehead as he forced the door that had probably hit it shut behind him shut.

A small smirk tucked at the corner of my mouth at his playful attitude, and he returned it as soon as he noticed mine.

"You wouldn't want it any other way," I beamed, taking his hand off his forehead to inspect it myself. The simple touch of his hand in mine had the smile on my face deepen.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I watched as he scanned my face before his gaze flew over my entire body once. He visibly relaxed when he couldn't find any obvious injuries, and the thought of him worrying, not knowing whether I was alright or even alive made me sigh loudly.

The sound made his eyes jump back up to mine, and I ruffled through his hair once before my hands dropped behind his neck, intertwining there.

I tilted my head slightly as his arms automatically slung around my waist. For a moment, I just enjoyed the way he felt so close to me; relieved to see him in one piece, in the first place.