Apples and Cologne: Draco x reader

《Part 1》Chapter 7-Dizziness Draught

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Draco cracked his eyes opened and looked around him groggily. He heard water dripping before feeling a sudden burst of cold on his wrist. The world almost instantly came more into focus. He looked around and saw he was in a bathroom. His eyes met hers and she glanced up at his face, pulling her attention away from dabbing the wet cloth on his arm. She smiled slightly at him, it was a genuine smile, but not really one of happiness. He looked down and noticed he was wearing nothing but his boxers, and he chocked on the discomfort he suddenly felt. She chuckled and rolled her eyes before going back to focusing on his wrist, cleaning the blood off and sealing the cuts.

Draco cleared his throat, "w, where are my clothes?" He questioned groggily.

(Y/n) glanced up at him for a millisecond, "they're hanging up," she stated, "I got you new briefs too, I just figured it was easier than fully undressing you."

Draco gulped uncomfortably, and he could feel his entire body getting warmer. "Why are you doing this?" He asked, "You know what that is don't you?"

(Y/n) nodded "it's the mark of Voldemort," She informed, the name of the dark lord sounding foreign in her accent, the 't' being slightly over-pronounced, but the name didn't sound as evil when she said it.

With a sigh Draco repositioned himself, sitting more upright in the tub "you didn't answer my first question," He stated accusingly.

She bit her lip "I know it wasn't your choice to get this mark," she explained "that's why it's been fighting you..." she said reassuringly, like a mother who had just seen their child hurt themselves. The tone fit her like she had heard it a thousand times before she had begun to say it herself.

Draco cleared his throat as (y/n) cleaned out the washcloth in a small bowl of water that sat next to her. She pressed the cloth to his wrist again, no longer as cold as it had seemed before. The silence seemed to echo around the empty bathroom like a gong had been struck: it was a weird, yet awkwardly enjoyable, silence, and Draco found himself finding a strange comfort in it.

"How do you know how to do this?" Draco asked as he watched her clean his wrist, "how do you know if you're healing it?"

(Y/n) sighed softly, "I'm not really healing it," she explained "just fixing it for now, until the wounds undoubtedly reopen..." she removed the cloth and dabbed it dry with a spare towel.

"You didn't answer the first question.... again..." Draco muttered, looking up at (y/n), whose attention remained fully on Draco's wrist. "How do you know how to do this?" He asked again, firmer this time.

"We all have scars Draco," she sighed putting the wet cloth down and picking up a roll of cloth bandage that lay at her side. She began to wrap the bandage around Draco's wrist.

Draco felt like he had just been stabbed in the chest, even though he didn't fully understand it, her words echoed through his head, like a broken record that he couldn't turn off.

(Y/n) finished wrapping Draco's arm and she clipped the bandage in place. "There," she let out a breath as she began to pick up her things, "that should help it," she claimed.

(Y/n) went to stand up, but Draco reached up and grabbed her arm as she did, she looked back at him with a confused look on her face.

"wait," he begged, "just... wait for a second," he adjusted himself so he was then sitting upright. He carefully rolled the sleeve of her robe up her arm. He saw her tense up out of the corner of his eye, but she didn't stop him. He rolled the sleeve up enough to reveal multiple lines that covered her skin. Most of them were almost completely faded, but others appeared to be more recent. Draco's heart shattered.

"we all have scars," (y/n) whispered, it sounded like she was about to start crying. Draco looked up from her wrist and at her face, it looked like she was about to cry too.

Draco covered her wrist back up, "I'd hug you, but I don't want to get you all wet," he forced a small laugh and tried to smile at her.

(y/n) shook her head, "I don't want you to pity me, that's the last thing I want you to do," she chuckled through her teeth, "I don't want your opinion of me to change just because of a couple stupid scars."

"they're not stupid," Draco shook his head, "your emotions, your pain, they'll never be stupid." He brushed the hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear for her with a small comforting smile.

(y/n) smiled back, but her smile wasn't as strong as it normally was. She looked as though she was slowly dissolving away.

Draco placed his hand gently under her chin, he stroked her cheek softly with his thumb. "You're so beautiful," he whispered in awe.

(y/n)'s eyes widened, startled by the suddenness of the Slytherin's compliment. Draco never complimented anyone, so why would he start by complimenting her? (y/n) felt her heartbeat quicken, and her breathing quickened along with it.

Draco lifted himself up and pulled (y/n) closer to him, he wasn't sure if it was the possible concussion he had gotten from blacking out or the blood loss that was making him act the way he was, but all he knew was he wanted to be the one to make her feel better. He wanted to be the one who took away her pain. The one who made her want to stay in this world with him.

Just before their lips would have made contact, Draco turned his head and softly kissed (y/n) on the cheek. That was when she started crying, Draco felt her tears roll from her face to his. He pulled away from the kiss and moved to kiss her other cheek. When he finally pulled away he saw that she was smiling, she was crying, but she was smiling.

"what's wrong?" he asked nervously, he felt like he had just made a fool of himself, but he was too scared to ask if he had done something wrong to make her cry.

(y/n) shook her head and wiped her eyes, "nothing's wrong," she laughed, "I just never thought so many years of pain would eventually make me feel so... happy..." she admitted.

Draco held her hand and gently squeezed it in his own, "I'm glad I made you feel better," he smiled.

(y/n) rolled her eyes and took a deep breath, "I have to go to class, get dressed." she told him before standing up. Draco let go of her hand and she walked away.

Draco waited for a moment to ensure she had gone before he got out of the water and changed into his dry clothes.