Beautiful Promise - Harry Potter & Percy Jackson Crossover Fanfiction

Chapter 5

Night came, and like all the nights before, it was chilling, with Draco Malfoy coming out of his dorm. He didn’t have a special place to go or a purpose. The only reason for coming out was that his Dark Mark ached. He headed toward the restroom, but he remember Moaning Myrtle. So he went to the only place that would give him privacy, the Room of Requirements. He knew about the place from his fifth year, when Potter got in trouble for having a secret club.

Percy woke up startled. This was his first time doing so since the war. He sneaked out of his dorm and started walking. He didn’t know where he was going, but he just kept walking. Percy started thinking of Draco. He thought of the pretty blonde’s troubles. He knew from rumours that Draco was a Death Eater, which was a name that he and his team found distasteful. ( no pun intended ) He also knew the wizarding world would be in a war soon with an evil man named Voldemort. Apparently, Voldemort was so evil that his name was unspeakable. If you ask Percy, he would say it’s a load of bull; how terrifying can one man be.

Percy was so distracted by his thoughts that he didn’t notice he walked in circles or that a door opened with tiny sounds of sobbing inside. Percy snapped out of his thoughts as he recognize the voice; he knew that was the sound of his beloved. Percy walked in and the door behind him gently shut itself. He walked through pillows and bean bags that covered the floor until he reached Draco.

Draco was shaking from his sobbing, and Percy could hear his heart break when his beloved brought his tear-filled eyes to see him. Draco’s eyes grew wider at the newcomer and tear drop fell down his face. He quickly brought his hand to his face to wipe all the tears, but Percy stopped him and pulled the sobbing boy to his chest. Draco was welcomed by a kind of warmness he had always wanted. He continue to sob into the boy’s chest, and he started hitting the boy like all his troubles were the boy’s faults.

“Why? Why are you here? Why can’t you just leave me be? Can’t you see, I am broken and pathetic. I am a Death Eater. The Dark Mark had branded me for life as a killer. You should be scared, you should run away from me! You should not say you fancy me!” screamed Draco.

The crying went on and on. Percy saw Draco’s carefully constructed mask break and fall apart. Percy listened as Draco screamed at him all the faults in the world and how much he hated himself. Percy didn’t say anything; he simply held the boy and let him cry. Draco calmed himself down and recollected his thoughts. He looked up at the sea-green eyed boy with his teary gray ones.

“Draco, please don’t think of yourself that way. You’re not a killer, you’ve never killed anyone. I know you think the world is against you and it might be, but just know that I am here for you,” said Percy, “You’re not alone.”

Draco laughed bitterly, and pulled up his sleeve, showing the Dark Mark. The snake hissed at Percy and the skull seemed to mock Draco. Percy saw how much the Dark Mark hurt Draco, and knew the Mark was the cold, hard reality. Something that a love fairytale couldn’t fix.

“Are you scared now, Percy? You should because it scares me. This is the truth. I am marked, and I am ugly,” said Draco.

Percy looked into Draco’s hopeless eyes and saw what had drawn him to Draco in the first place. It was the look of absolute despair, and it was the kind of darkness that Percy had felt during the war and missed. Looking into Draco’s eyes now was like having that despair wrapped around his body, choking him until he too drowned in the despair. “I just want to die,” said Draco quietly.

Percy felt a part of him die when he heard those words come out of Draco’s mouth. Suddenly, Percy felt angry, not at Draco, but at the people who made Draco think like that.

“No, don’t say that, especially not after I found and saved you,” said Percy.

“When did you save me?” asked Draco.