Harry Potter x Reader (REQUESTS OPEN)

Broken Frame|D.M.

Sup! So, we have our favourite platinum haired boy back. Wait, what was that you said? You don't like Dray? Well I do and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Theme song above^^^...

Warnings: Heartbreak, death

Enjoy~
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"Smile, you two!" You felt Draco's hand snake around your hip and brought you closer. You smiled as the photographer took a couple of pictures of the happy date you two were. They handed you the photos and Draco inspected them, smiling as he did in the photo. "You look marvelous tonight, darling." You giggled and your hands met his black tie, straightening it. "You look quite dapper yourself, Malfoy." A slow song was heard and Draco look of to the dancing crowd. He handed his palm out and smiled to you. "Care for a dance?" You blushed and took it, him immediately dragging you to the dance floor where people cooed. "I'm not really good at dancing, Draco." He placed one of your hands on his shoulder and the other in his own. You slightly flinched when he placed his hand on your waist and blushed ever so slightly when his face was inches from yours.

"Just follow my lead, L/N. I'm sure you're not as bad." You swayed and it was almost as graceful as Cedric and Cho. It felt like only yesterday he asked you to the Yule Ball and it was only yesterday. You both felt foreign hands on yours, making you stop dancing and look to see your best friend, Alya relocating your hands onto his shoulders and his hands on your hips. Then, she left with her date aka second friend, Haydn (pronounced Hayden) like nothing ever happened. You and Draco gave a stare and laughed it off, bringing each other closer. You could hear his heart beating fast and you smirked, his grip tightening around you. "Hey, Malfoy." He hummed in your ear as a reply and you flushed as you asked him silently, just enough for him to hear. "Why'd you ask me to the ball?" He stopped dancing and looked at you, your E/C orbs staring back. He pulled you away from the dancing crowd and near the food table. "Literally, you could've asked Pansy or one of the Beauxbaton gals." His hand grazed your cheek and he looked dearly into your eyes. "I chose you because... You're one special witch. You're not perfect, that's for sure." You were taken aback with his next words. "But you're not imperfect either. I don't care that you're a Gryffindor. I love you. And there's nothing that would change that." You felt as if time stopped as he said those words. They ring in your ear and was plastered in your memory.

But that was when you 14.

"I can't do it anymore, Draco." He couldn't believe his ears, telling himself it was all a dream. "What do you mean, Y/N? Are you dumping me?" Your fists clenched and tears brimmed in your eyes. "Yes. I am." He felt mixed emotions; anger, hatred, heartbreak, sadness. "Why? Was it something I did? I'll make it up to you." His own eyes started to tear. "Just don't leave me, Y/N. Baby, I need you." You sighed and rubbed your temple, a streak of tears falling down your cheeks. "We're 16 this year." That's true. "I've been in your shadow for too long , Draco." He didn't have any words for what you were saying. When people ask me, " Who are you with?", what am I supposed to say? "Hey, I'm with Draco Malfoy and I know I'm not on his level but hey! That's just life!"" Draco needed you in his life, you were what kept him sane in the first place. "I'm sorry, Dray. Goodbye." You were about to walk away from him but his hand gripped onto your wrist before you could go anywhere. "I can make it up to you, Y/N! Please... Give me another chance." You slapped him across the face and he felt his own tears streaming down his face.

"No! I'm tired for giving you chances. The day when I saw you all over Pansy, ding! One chance disappeared. Then, you were gone for so long and I didn't see you unless it was for class." One hand gripped onto his red cheek and the other let go of you so you could go. Draco couldn't stop you. You were no longer his. He made his way back to his dorm and thrashed the room, books were thrown onto the floor, papers everywhere, ink was all over the floor and his hands. Glass covered an edge of the floor that followed ink splatters. He fell to the ground and was on his knees now, tears rapidly falling. The door was obviously locked and his sobs were fortunately not heard by anyone outside. I'm tired of giving you chances. Your words rung loud in his ears. Goodbye. "I'm sorry." He silently said to himself and slammed his fists onto the floor. "Y/N, I'm sorry!!!" He saw a picture frame containing the picture you guys took on the day of the Yule Ball sitting on the nightstand. Both of you were smiling and hand in hand.

With a quick flick of his wand, the room returned to normal as he walked to his bed. His hands gripped the frame and he flung it to the wall, the glass breaking, the wooden frame shattering and the picture falling out. He picked it up and tore it, not caring about his hands getting paper cuts from the sharp edges. He threw it into the nearest garbage can and took one last glance at the picture before he burn the remains. I really loved you, Y/N. He washed his face and wiped it with a cloth, staring into the mirror to see a sad heartbroken teen staring back. If only you saw how much I did.

The war

He searched you through the great hall of students, desperately wanting to know if you were OK or not. He asked around, his voice laced with worry. "Hey, have you seen Y/F/N? She's in Gryffindor." The student shook their head and he continued to look around. "Professor." He approached McGonagall who was looking rather under the weather with all the faculties and injured pupils and brave fighters that have passed. "Yes, Malfoy?" He gulped and asked, "Have you seen Y/N? I'm really worried for her." McGonagall sighed and rubbed her hands nervously. "I haven't seen her all day. I'm sorry, Malfoy. You must have liked her a lot to have asked." He nodded and walked off with his hands in his pockets. He saw Professor Lupin on the ground with a woman's hand entwined his own. You've fought well, Prof. He continued walked mindlessly until he saw the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione huddled around two lifeless bodies.

He peeked and saw Fred, his eyes shut and his skin pale as a ghost. But the person beside him was the one who brought tears to his eyes. "Y/N!" The family around you made way for your ex to pass through as hold you in his arms. "No, no, no..." He rocked you in his arms and brought his face into your silky hair, sobbing as they watched. "This is all a dream..." He looked to Harry with red eyes, his hands still on yours tight. "Tell me this is a dream, Potter." Hermione bent down to you and shook her head, forcing you out of Malfoy's hands and laying you back down. Your hand was entwined in Fred's and Draco didn't seem to care at all. His lips kissed your for the last time and he uttered his last words to you.

I wished I could've fixed our broken frame earlier.

A/N: That was sad. I am sorry if I made you cry. If you didn't, that's good. I cried a little reading this back but its chill. I gotta say. I think we're close to getting 1k reads. OK, maybe not so close but still! I'm counting on you guys to help me. I mean, if you don't wanna help, that's fine. Anyhoo, stay cool my FAM!!!!