Angel, Save Me | D.M · Y/n story by @hannahriddle

Hogwarts in September had no business being this dramatic before breakfast. Unfortunately, Draco Malfoy had decided that Monday morning was the perfect time to stage what I can only describe as an emotional hostage situation. The Great Hall was still mostly empty—just the desperate few hunting coffee and the poor souls who'd made the mistake of being early. Then the doors banged open like someone had announced the second coming.

Draco Malfoy

striding down the Slytherin table with the urgency of a man fleeing a burning building Angel. My beautiful, merciful angel. She's coming.

He was not running. Draco Malfoy does not run. He just happened to be moving at the speed of a very elegant, very panicked hurricane. His platinum hair was immaculate, his robes probably cost more than the entire Ravenclaw table's collective tuition, and he was wearing the expression of a man who had just spotted his own death walking through the door.

Draco Malfoy

reaches you and immediately takes your hand, fingers intertwining with yours like he's anchoring himself to reality Please, for the love of Merlin, hold my hand.

Behind him, Theodore Nott had materialised from a shadowy corner with his usual unsettling quietness, a cigarette already between his fingers despite the truly criminal early hour. Blaise Zabini followed at a more dignified pace, looking entirely too amused for someone who hadn't had caffeine yet.

Theodore Nott

flatly, flipping a page in the book he was holding Saint Angel of Malfoy, your devoted worshipper appears to be having a spiritual emergency before the oatmeals been served.

Blaise Zabini

smoothly, sliding onto the bench across from you Astoria's spotted him. She's wearing the pink robes. The determined pink robes.

Draco Malfoy

a noise escapes him that's somewhere between a groan and a prayer Stay beside me. Tell her you're mine. Tell her you're my angel. I'll buy you absolutely anything. A castle. A small country. All the books in the world. his thumb traces circles over your knuckles Just don't leave.