Draco malfoy fingers reader in class

Summary: After something traumatic happened during the Battle of Hogwarts, you are in complete shock and has only one thing in mind: finding Draco

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word count: 969

Square filled: Post battle

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The battle was finished - Voldemort had been vanquished -, yet your fingers were still tightly gripping your wand, ready to fire hexes and counter-spells at anyone who’d aim at you. Your tights were ripped on the leg where you had tripped and you could feel blood dripping on your forehead - nothing alarming though.

“Y/N! There you are,” someone said, coming toward you. Ginny.

You didn’t react, hands trembling as you stood in the middle of the hallway, in complete shock.

Another set of feet followed Ginny’s, lighter in their step.

“It’s over, Y/N,” Luna’ soft voice informed, her delicate hands covering yours as she lowered your wand. “The battle is over.”

Slowly, your eyes found hers, blue-grey like-

“Draco. I need to find Draco.” Your words sounded almost robot-like.

“He’s not here-” Ginny started, but you didn’t let her finish.

“He has to be somewhere in the castle,” you said sharply. “I…I can’t lose him too.” Tears filled your eyes, but you didn’t let them fall, afraid you wouldn’t be able to make them stop.

Before you, the girls shared a confused look. Ginny opened her mouth, about to ask questions, but you walked away, ignoring your friends who were telling you to come back, and went in search of your lover.

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You frantically searched through every classroom of the castle, taking every staircase to every floor. Most classrooms had been partly destroyed during the battle, desks and chairs resting on the floor in a puddle of dust and broken wood. Some stairs were falling apart too, but were still usable.

On the second floor, you recognized a boy from your Potion class, laying on the ground, half of his body covered by a massive brick. His eyes were open, but he wasn’t breathing. How could he with a piece of wall crushing his lungs? Your breathing fastened, horrified, and you stepped back, almost tripping through the debris of what must’ve been an explosion.

To your left, pieces of glass littered the floor, coming from the busted window just above. You carefully stepped on the glass, having no other choice and was about to take the staircase to the fourth floor when you heard his voice.

You almost didn’t turn around, worried you had imagined it, but something inside you knew it was him. He had emerged from the hospital wing with Theo by his side, hair a mess and black dust on his cheek.

Draco abandoned his friend and came up to you, relieved to see that you were alright. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight, but you were too in shock to return the gesture. He frowned, your lack of response alerted him.

He saw the cut on your forehead and got worried you might have a concussion. “What happened to your head? Did you hit it?”

You shook your head.

Draco performed a quick episkey, making the cut heal and disappear.

“Have you seen Blaise?” Theo asked, joining you. He looked around for his friend, but the Slytherin boy wasn’t there.

Blaise.

“He’s-” You interrupted yourself, voice caught in your throat, unable to say it.

“Where is he, Y/N?” Theo pressed.

“Don’t pressure her. Can’t you see that she’s not well?” Draco warned the brunet. He understood that Theo was worried about his friend - he was too -, but you were clearly in shock and pressuring you would only make the situation worse.

“We were duelling on the fifth floor. I got cornered by Dolohov and Blaise came to my rescue, but another Death Eater fired a curse at him. H-he’s dead.” After the word left your lips, you broke down, emotions crashing over you. Tears streamed down your face and you couldn’t stop them.

Losing people was inevitable in a battle, but he thought Crabbe would get killed first. Not Blaise. He was a skilled wizard, it didn’t make sense.

Draco exchanged an apologetic look with Theo before shifting his eyes back to you. Blaise was dead. Theo started crying in silence, mourning his friend. Draco wanted to cry too. Blaise was his friend - one of his closest friends.

“Someone needs to owl Mrs. Zabini. I say we go back to the Manor and-”

“Someone needs to get his body. We can’t leave him here, Draco. They’ll put him with the Death Eaters. Blaise wasn’t a bad person. He can’t be with them, they’ll tarnish his name.”

You were rambling at this point, but you weren’t wrong. All bodies who had the death mark on them would be put together and registered by the aurors as Death Eaters - followers of Voldemort. Blaise may have had the mark, but he never did anything bad. He never killed anybody.

“We can’t stay here, Y/N,” Draco explained. “The castle is falling apart and you’re in shock. Mother should have a few calming draught vials at home. Perhaps a sleeping potion too-”

Your head snapped up. “No. I’m not tired. I don’t want to sleep.”

It was false. You were exhausted, but you didn’t want to close your eyes, forced to relive your friend’s death every time you’d do so.

Blaise’s flipendo had knocked Dolohov into a wall, saving you from his curse, but another Death Eater with dark blond hair had just gotten up and was aiming at Blaise. You wanted to scream at him to look out, but it was too late. That bloody killing curse had hit him.

Draco kissed your temple, but didn’t fight. “Okay. Let’s at least get you clean up.”

“I’ll go look for Blaise and meet you at the Manor,” informed Theo.

Draco nodded and disappeared with a crack.