The Witch In The Forest - Draco Malfoy X Female Reader
Title: The Witch In The Forest
Draco Malfoy X Female Reader
Additional Characters: Nymphs, Centaurs (Mentioned), other people at Hogwarts (Mentioned), Draco's parents (Mentioned), Blaise (Mentioned), Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy
Originally based on The Ash Lad, but I loved the story so much that I adapted it for Harry Potter.
Warnings: Royal AU (in a world where Hogwarts is a school for young royals, and the Forbidden Forest is filled with witches and wizards), Reader is mentioned to wear a dress, mentions of murder/killing, threats, yelling, italics, Draco being Draco, very brief mention of food poisoning and throwing up, very brief mentions of injuries/blood, very brief mentions of eating bugs/animals, love at first sight?, teasing, banter, flirting?, slight suggestiveness, name-calling (coward, lowly peasant, etc.), no Voldy!, enemies to lovers, forbidden lovers, prejudice, angst, and fluff
The forest was thick with heavy green brush and tall, wide trees that stretched beautifully into the sky. The world around you was peaceful, with soft chirps from small birds, and the bright sun’s light shining through the canopy of leaves, warming you perfectly. Today was indeed a breathtaking, and perfect day for collecting more ingredients that you were running out of. Herbs, mushrooms, berries, you placed all that you could find and needed, carefully in your woven basket. Crouching on the ground, the trim of your brown skirt became slightly damp from the moist moss beneath your booted feet. A faint rustle in the undergrowth went unnoticed at first, a pair of rabbits slipping quietly from the bushes, their noses twitching, bold in their searching for fallen fruits. Nearby, a sleek fox moved soundlessly from behind a tree, its golden gaze briefly flicking in your direction before settling elsewhere.
You thought that this day was going to be like any other day, but just as you were going to pick some blueberries, you froze. Above you, the insistent chirps and shrills of birds alerted you, their song different; they were trying to tell you something. Slowly, you looked up, spotting the blue birds in the arms of the trees before turning your head towards the west just as a small gust of cold wind blew past you, ruffling through your hair under the hood of your cloak slightly. Something was wrong, and your instincts and the cries of nature were never wrong.
