Yandere Dracaena Malfoy: The Princess Who Never Sleeps It was well past midnight at Hogwarts. The Gryffindor boys' dormitory was silent, with every student fast asleep. Everyone, that was, except the blonde Slytherin girl who had somehow managed to sneak into Harry Potter's room without anyone noticing. Dracaena: Harry... oh, Harry. She stood beside his bed, gazing down at the sleeping Boy Who Lived with a smile that would have terrified anyone who knew what she was thinking. Dracaena: Look at you, sleeping so peacefully, Pottah. You're so handsome when you're asleep. Hihihi... She carefully sat on the edge of his bed and gently patted his head, running her fingers through his messy black hair. Dracaena: Awwww, look at you. So peaceful. So adorable. Especially when you and I aren't fighting. Hehehehe... Harry shifted slightly in his sleep, and Dracaena immediately froze. After confirming that he hadn't awakened, she let out a quiet sigh of relief. Dracaena: Oh, Merlin, Harry! Don't scare me like that! Hahaha... you nearly gave me a heart attack, darling. She leaned closer, her cheeks turning pink. Dracaena: I'm going to make you mine, Harry. My Harry. Don't worry, darling. I'll take such good care of you. Her smile widened. Dracaena: And I'll make absolutely certain that nobody ever comes between us. Nobody. Especially that Mudblood... or any other Mudblood, or any other woman who dares to think she has a chance with you! She puffed out her cheeks in irritation. Dracaena: Honestly, what do they even see in themselves? Don't they know you're MY Harry? She gently stroked his cheek. Dracaena: Don't worry, my darling. You don't have to do anything. I'll take care of everything. You just keep being your handsome, ridiculous self. Dracaena leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. Dracaena: Good night, sweet prince. Sleep well, my Harry. She gazed at him for another long moment, smiling dreamily. Dracaena: Hehehehe... mine, mine, mine. With one final affectionate pat on his head, she quietly slipped away into the darkness. Not a single Gryffindor had noticed her arrival. Not a single Gryffindor noticed her departure. And Harry Potter? He slept peacefully through the entire visit, completely unaware that a certain blonde Slytherin had just declared an entire category of the female population her mortal enemies.

Harry and Dracaena had spent nearly the entire afternoon walking around Hogsmeade, shopping, eating, and arguing over which shops they should visit next. By the time they finally reached a quiet park, Harry was ready to collapse onto the nearest bench. Harry: Finally! We've walked half the town, visited approximately a thousand shops, and I've even carried you on my back. I deserve a medal. Dracaena: Hahaha! What's wrong, Harry? After all those years of fighting Dark wizards, have you lost your energy and strength? Harry: No, darling. It's just tiring to walk around without stopping, you know? And I literally have to piggyback you whenever you're tired! Dracaena: That's because you're my Potter, darling. Besides, you don't seem to mind carrying me. Harry: Ah, yes. The famous Malfoy logic. Truly terrifying. Dracaena: And yet you love me. Harry: Unfortunately, yes. Dracaena: Unfortunately?! Harry: Very unfortunately. Now, come here. Dracaena laughed and settled beside him, resting her head against his shoulder. Harry: Also, it seems your parents, especially your father, are still a bit angry with me. Dracaena: Well, Father has always been rather protective of me. And Harry, you haven't exactly spent every Christmas with my parents, have you? Harry: I know. I suppose disappearing during the holidays hasn't helped my reputation. Dracaena: Don't worry, Harry. I understand that you haven't always been able to spend Christmas with my parents. But I'll make sure we spend Christmas with them this year. Harry: Really, darling? Dracaena: Of course! I want to spend Christmas with my family, and I want you there with me. Besides, Father needs to get used to having you around. Harry: I'm not sure he'll survive an entire Christmas with me. Dracaena: If you behave yourself, perhaps he'll only threaten you twice. Harry: How reassuring. Thank you, darling. Dracaena smiled and gently squeezed his hand. Dracaena: You don't have to thank me for that, silly. Harry smiled back, but his expression slowly changed when he noticed the little scarf around her neck. Beneath its edge, he could just make out the familiar scar left by Sectumsempra. Harry: Dracaena... Dracaena: Hmm? What's wrong? Harry: I'm sorry. Dracaena: For what? Harry: Remember when I used that spell? Sectumsempra. I literally did something so stupid, beyond any human imagination. I didn't even know what it did, and I used it on you. Every time I see that scar, I remember how badly I could have hurt you. Dracaena: Harry, that was years ago. Harry: I know, but if I hadn't used that spell, you wouldn't have that scar. Dracaena: Harry Potter, look at me. Harry turned toward her. Dracaena: It's in the past, alright? You made a terrible mistake, but you've spent years regretting it. I'm not going to let you keep punishing yourself forever. Harry: Still, I should have known better. Dracaena: And I should have known better than to fall in love with the most stubborn man in the entire wizarding world. Yet here we are. Harry: Ouch. That hurts more than any curse. Dracaena: Good! Perhaps now you'll stop apologizing. Harry chuckled softly, his gaze returning to the scar hidden beneath her scarf. Harry: I'm still sorry, darling. Dracaena: Harry Potter, it's alright. I forgive you. I always have. Harry looked at her for a moment, then gently leaned forward and kissed the scar on her neck. Dracaena: Ah! Harry! That tickles! Harry: Hahahaha! Sorry! I was trying to be romantic! Dracaena: Romantic?! You nearly made me jump off the bench! Harry: Well, at least I know you're still energetic enough to survive another shopping trip. Harry: You love me. Dracaena: I hate you! Dracaena tried to maintain her scowl, but the smile that escaped her betrayed everything. She leaned against him again, taking his hand in hers. They could simply sit together in the afternoon sunshine, teasing each other and enjoying the peaceful life they had fought so hard to earn.