Apples and Cologne: Draco x reader

《Part 1》Chapter 3- Veritaserum

"Tell me the truth headmaster!" Malfoy yelled as he slammed his hands onto professor Dumbledore's desk angrily, "is she really a Goldstein?" He gritted his teeth.

Dumbledore nodded solemnly, "yes Draco," he said, his voice it's normal corse yet calming sound. "She requested that that remained a secret between the facility and herself."

Draco sighed and sat down on the chair in front of the desk, "why?" He questioned, his tone of voice suddenly shifting, "why did she lie to everyone?"

"She didn't lie Draco," Dumbledore explained, "she simply told you another truth, (l/n) was the name she was given with birth."

Draco interlaced his fingers on his lap, "then how is she a Goldstein?" He asked.

Dumbledore smiled, "I believe that is a question you should ask her herself, she's a far better story teller than I am."

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"Newt! Come on we have to go!" (Y/n) yelled, locking up Newt's case and handing it forcefully to him.

Newt grabbed the case from her hand, clutching the handle tightly, "but I have to go back, I need to get Pickett," he stated, and it was obvious there was going to be no way around his wishes.

(Y/n) bit her lip and looked around at the building. She sighed and shoved Newt towards the door, "you go get the others to safety, I'll find the stupid bowtruckle," she pointed out the door and took off into a run back into the collapsing building.

Running through a building that's falling apart in giant chunks around you is definitely the scariest thing in the world, especially when you know the reason it's falling down over top of you.

"Pickett!" (Y/n) called, and a loud screech was heard above the building as another piece of roof fell in front of her, sending her flying backwards. (Y/n) stumbled back up to her feet, seeing a small, green, stick like creature only a few feet in front of her. "Pickett!" She cried again, running towards the small cowering creature and picking him up in her hands. She let him climb into her coat pocket as she turned around to run out again, but before she could run, another piece of the ceiling fell down. It was obvious there was no way it was going to miss (y/n), she was toast.

Almost out of nowhere another screech was heard, different from the one before, as a new creature jumped over (y/n) and the cement ceiling broke into a thousand pieces as it made contact with the creatures back. The creature picked up (y/n) by the back of her coat with his beak and began to fly. He flew quickly, ducking and dodging through the falling chunks of roof like a skier. He finally made it out of the building with (y/n) still held tightly in his beak. She was set down in front of Newt, who was waiting anxiously outside the building.

"I got him," (y/n) proclaimed as the creature that saved her flew down into Newt's case, which slammed shut and locked itself once the creature was fully inside. She brought the bowtruckle out of her pocket and passed him to Newt. The two were very excited to be reunited once more.

"Thank you (y/n)," Newt smiled, "I only wish there was a way I could repay you for what you've done for me, for them..."

(Y/n) shook her head, "you have a connection to those creatures like a mother to their first born child," she grinned, "and I'll always be willing to help you back together if you ever get separated."

Pickett made a little squealing sound and (y/n) petted the top of his head with her pointer finger.

"The creatures like you too (y/n)," Newt stated, "I hate that they're going to lose such a great caretaker..." Newt's voice trailed, but it was obvious where he was going.