Draco Malfoy One Shot: Running from the Past Reader x Draco Malfoy. The Death Eaters won the battle after the Malfoys ran away. (Spoiler alert! I didn't explain more just in case you haven't finished Deathly Hallows. SPOILER ALERT.) Bad stuff ensued, including this nugget of drama: the Death Eaters are after the Malfoys because the Malfoys betrayed them by running away from the battle. They caught Narcissa and Lucius, but Draco is still on the run. Reader is a muggle, with a cousin in a magic school in America, so she knows of magic. Reader is on vacation with her mom in Scotland, but her mother is on a two week trip with some friends, leaving reader home alone. (They rented a little house for the summer.) Warnings:
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As the two of you locked eyes, his gray eyes seemed weary, hopeless, and a bit conflicting. He didn't seem used to requesting help. Slowly you began to pity him. His torn, although obviously expensive, clothing betrayed the fact that he'd been on the run. His hair was messy. He had dark bags under his eyes﹘he probably hadn't slept well for a while. "You're running from these 'bad people'?" you asked. "Yes." "We'll have to check with my mother when she comes back. Come in, for now, however." "Thank you." "Wait. . . Before I let you in, I'd like to know who you are," you said. "Draco Malfoy. Pure﹘um. . . I'm seventeen," he said. "I would also like to know who you are." "Y/N Y/L/N﹘and what were you going to say?﹘and am seventeen also." "Nice to meet you," he said, although his tone was almost doubtful. You were beginning to regret your decision to let him in. However, you did let him in and he seemed …show more content…
A sprained ankle, a broken wrist, many bruises and scratches. . . the list went on. Letting him stay until he was fully healed was a reckless decision on your part, but sympathetic you was not going to throw him out. You were nearly 100% sure he was telling the truth about being on the run. Besides, he was very thankful for a roof to rest under. The only thing your worried about was explaining this to your mom once she got back. At first it was a simple though distant co-existence﹘you took care of Draco, who turned out to be very quiet and tended to avoid you. You in turn helped him as was needed and left him alone for the most part. He joined you at meals, and occasionally helped you with chores. He was rather icy in attitude whenever you were extra kind to him, reserved, and proud. He also seemed fragile and hollowed out, however, whenever he let his guard down. You wanted to help him, but you didn't know how, especially when he was so guarded and un-relatable. He was very odd, too, using terms you never heard of occasionally. Additionally, each time he helped out around the house, you realized he wasn't used to this kind of work. He held the broom a bit gingerly, and didn't understand how the vacuum cleaner
As the two of you locked eyes, his gray eyes seemed weary, hopeless, and a bit conflicting. He didn't seem used to requesting help. Slowly you began to pity him. His torn, although obviously expensive, clothing betrayed the fact that he'd been on the run. His hair was messy. He had dark bags under his eyes﹘he probably hadn't slept well for a while. "You're running from these 'bad people'?" you asked. "Yes." "We'll have to check with my mother when she comes back. Come in, for now, however." "Thank you." "Wait. . . Before I let you in, I'd like to know who you are," you said. "Draco Malfoy. Pure﹘um. . . I'm seventeen," he said. "I would also like to know who you are." "Y/N Y/L/N﹘and what were you going to say?﹘and am seventeen also." "Nice to meet you," he said, although his tone was almost doubtful. You were beginning to regret your decision to let him in. However, you did let him in and he seemed …show more content…
A sprained ankle, a broken wrist, many bruises and scratches. . . the list went on. Letting him stay until he was fully healed was a reckless decision on your part, but sympathetic you was not going to throw him out. You were nearly 100% sure he was telling the truth about being on the run. Besides, he was very thankful for a roof to rest under. The only thing your worried about was explaining this to your mom once she got back. At first it was a simple though distant co-existence﹘you took care of Draco, who turned out to be very quiet and tended to avoid you. You in turn helped him as was needed and left him alone for the most part. He joined you at meals, and occasionally helped you with chores. He was rather icy in attitude whenever you were extra kind to him, reserved, and proud. He also seemed fragile and hollowed out, however, whenever he let his guard down. You wanted to help him, but you didn't know how, especially when he was so guarded and un-relatable. He was very odd, too, using terms you never heard of occasionally. Additionally, each time he helped out around the house, you realized he wasn't used to this kind of work. He held the broom a bit gingerly, and didn't understand how the vacuum cleaner