I'll Be With You || Draco Malfoy

I'll be with you

You lay in bed with your arms wrapped around Draco's torso. The warmth from your body mixed in with the warmth from his. You felt his heart beat underneath you, the thud sounds of his heart echoed directly into your ear. His warm breath ever so often brushed over your cheek. A sense of calmness came over you. Your heart rate slowed while you lay in his embrace. The distinct scent of his cologne lingered in your nose, you burrowed your head further into him, making it easier to smell him.

After a few moments of silence, you spoke. "Why is it always me?" He stroked your hair as you spoke. "It's always me..." you whispered into his chest. "Why does it always feel like the world is collapsing around me? Like life as I know it is ending" you added. Tears formed in your eyes and you didn't try to hold them back. Holding back tears just makes the feeling fester inside of you and worsen. Draco had always told you that. To others, he didn't seem like the type to cry, but Draco knew better than anyone how important it was to let out your feelings. He had needed to let out his sadness for years now.

"When will it all end..." your voice cracked as you softly whispered, an uncomfortably warm tear rolled down your cheek. Draco exhaled ever so slightly, and continued to stroke your hair. Suddenly, the tears wouldn't stop, and they poured out of your eyes, steaming your cheeks up. Your cheeks and eyes were red. You sobbed into Draco and held his sweater in your hand. "I hate this so much" you choked through tears. "I know baby, I know..." he whispered back to you.

You propped yourself up a bit and looked Draco in the eyes. His beautiful grey eyes met your bloodshot ones. It was evident that a few tears had formed in his eyes too. "I'm so tired" you said. "I know you are..." he said as he cupped your cheek softly. He gently placed your head back on his chest, and held your hand in his. His cold hands balanced your warm hands. "Sometimes... these things happen to test us. To test how strong we are. We could either give in, or fight back. But, sometimes, fighting isn't an option. Sometimes we just need to cry. To let it all out. Sometimes we need to be weak in certain moments so that we can be stronger in other moments. Sometimes we just need a hand to hold" he said as he squeezed your hand.

You shot up and let go of his hand. "But I can't hold your hand. I can never hold your hand. Because you aren't real. There is nothing I can do to make you real. No matter how hard I try, you will always be a character, be it from a book or from a movie. You aren't real" you shouted at him. He sat calmly and watched you. "Why can't I meet you. Why couldn't you be real. Why must I only meet you in my dreams? Why did I have to fall for you" He smiled at you. "For now, for this moment only, I am real. So use me. Use me to help yourself. Just because I'm not real, doesn't mean I can't help you. That's the beauty of this, I'll always be here to comfort you, wether I'm here in person or not. I'll always be here" he placed his hand on your heart.

"I know I can't be there in person to help you. I'll always be sorry for that. But you have to live your life without me. I wish I could meet you more often, and not just in your dreams. I want to be there when your eyes are open. But the reality is, I can't. So for now, let's keep meeting in your dreams." You exhaled and shut your eyes tightly. "But what if I close my eyes and you aren't there?" You spoke through tears.

"I'll always be there for you" he whispered.