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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18+
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𓆙 Draco Malfoy 𓆙
Daisy and I spent the afternoons between teaching the first years basic Quidditch skills and her getting ready for work in my dorm. It was like our new thing. I'd admittedly say that it was cute.
The third day in a row, she was over at my room. We did nothing further than a hot, intense make-out session. Cuddling if she needed to rest her eyes. The cutest little sighs when she needed something that she wouldn't figure out without me.
And her copying my paper at the end of the hour- because we didn't get much done.
Her focus and intense concentration were on the magical parchment in front of her. Her quill (the new one I got her) hovered over the paper, and she briefly glanced up at me, watching her through peered eyelashes. "What?"
Her voice was always so soft. Even when she was upset or mad. I didn't get to see much of that side of her yet- but she was almost always trying to hold some type of emotion back. I could never understand how or why she was the way she was. No one stood up for her. I never remembered one time when her twin ever came to her rescue. And I only knew the surface of Daisy, I didn't know what the Gryffindors or the Weasleys did behind closed doors.
Which, in my opinion, was utterly fucked. But I digress...
My eyebrows were furrowed, and my jaw was usually tight when I asked her questions- it was a bad facial habit. "Are you struggling?"
She let out a sarcastic half laugh, then she scrunched her nose at me. "Mentally, physically, or emotionally?"
We took a second of silence, wondering if she was ready to expand on her self-regulation emotions. "No, I mean... with question twelve. You seem stuck on it."
She sighed softly and then looked back at the parchment. "Yeah, I guess I just don't understand what the question is asking."
I hummed. "How about we walk through the question and the answer choices? How does that sound?"
She almost instantly cleared her throat, then quickly nodded her head, "T-that's fine... That sounds fine."
One answer choice at a time, we reviewed the question. It was simple. But, I guess simple to me didn't mean simple to her.
It was like something in her brain didn't reach that spot academically, which was okay. I would be willing to help her. I always would be.
"Good. Good girl." I smiled sweetly at her, showing her that I really meant what I was saying, "See? You know the answers. You just need to focus and think a little harder."
