amortentia [d.m]

chapter. 25

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*** Freyja's pov

"I love you." He looks me straight in the eyes, with a strange look. It's like he's sorry for me, like he feels sorry for loving me.
"I love you." I reply, putting my hand on his cheek. He pulls away slightly, like my touch hurts.
"Draco. Hey, look at me. I love you. I mean it, from the bottom of my heart." I now put my other hand on his bare cheek. He looks hurt. Broken.
"I hate it. I hate dragging you into it. I hate everything. The universe, my parents, this school, everything!" Tears drip down on his cheek. He's frustrated and angry, a recurring theme.
I kiss his forehead, bringing him closer to me. "You have me. I'm here. We'll figure it out. I promise."

Seeing him like this pains my soul. I thought he would be put out of his misery when Lucius died, but it's only getting worse. Lucius had always made Draco feel small, less of a man. He always commented on his grades and compared Draco to me, or even Potter. Lucius fed Draco's hatred for Potter, he was obsessed. Draco thought of it as a school-rivalry, but Lucius thought of it as the kind of hatred that could make Draco kill Potter.
The hatred and pure idiocy that man bared was awful.
Yeah, Draco is not the not a saint or a hero, but that is mostly Lucius' fault. Nobody is perfect.

Draco is the antagonist in Potters story. And I am his other, maybe less broken, half.

I am going to help him, not because I have to, but because he would do the same for me. If, or when, we go down, we go down together. He and I.

If my mother saw me now, she would protest and force me to do good. She would make me good. But she's not here. I don't have a choice, I have to be bad.

I drag him out of the tower, feeling drained. It all happened so fast, me finding out about his vow, the yelling, the agreeing, to the sex. I was all so unpredictable. I know the Malfoys are fucked up, but not that badly.

I am feeling a slight bit of regret, what if we fail? What if I end up in Azkaban? I am foolish for agreeing. I shouldn't have, but I can't help it. I am consumed by Draco Malfoy. I have to help him.

He keeps his head low while walking through the castle. Others seeing him vulnerable, is not something he wants. He hates it. I do too, but it's more acceptable when you're a girl. It dumb, really.

"Oi, Frey!" Fred shouts.
I smile in response. Not a real smile, but still a smile.
"Are you good?" He notices the distraught look on our faces.
"Yeah, perfectly fine, weasel." Draco snaps. I elbow him because of his insult.
"Sorry, he got a bad grade in potions, that's all." I smile apologetically, trying to smoothie over the situation.
Fred smiles, and looks behind us. "Bye!" He notices George, and sprints towards him, leaving us.

That wasn't so bad. He didn't suspect anything, I hope. Of course, I am an excellent liar. I am a slytherin girl, its basically a necessity. Sly like a snake.

Draco gets closer to me, clinging to my arm. It's like I'm his mummy. Like I feel comforting, like safety.
I kiss his neck. "I love you."
"I love you too, love." I love when he calls me love.
I give him a teary eyed, broken smile.
He returns the look.

To the other students we just look like we had a normal fight, but we didn't. I he told me he had to kill someone, and I agreed to help.