Just Friends

broken arm

day of

DRACO'S POV

I woke up early, before the sun even broke the horizon, and I felt sick to my stomach. I was going to kill today, and it felt so wrong on so many different levels. Y/n laid beside me, and she looked so peaceful.

How could she live in this world with me? A world with dark forces, killers, black magic. How could she exist in the same world as all of these things?

"Why are you staring?" she mumbled, her eyes still closed. I smiled and ran my thumb over her cheek. She squeezed her eyes even more shut. "Cold. Cold hands," she muttered, flickering her eyes open.

"Sorry love." I leaned over closer to her and put my lips on hers, being gentle about it.

"How are you feeling about all of this?" she asked, brushing hair off of my face. I looked down, away from her. How could she love me after this? "Draco." She brought me out of my thoughts, but I still couldn't look at her. I threw the covers off of me and got out of bed, walking over to my dresser and picking out a shirt. A black button-up. "Draco, come on," she pleaded, sitting up. I watched her reflection in the mirror in front of me as I fiddled with the buttons of my shirt.

"There's nothing to talk about, I don't know why you're still prying." I looked back down at my shirt that now only left my chest exposed.

"You're going to keep it all bottled up?" She got up out of bed and stood with her body leaning against the bed frame, her arms crossed over her chest. "It doesn't work, I thought you would have seen that by now."

"Fucks sake, Y/n," I scoffed, picking my tie up off the dresser.

"What's going on with you? You were like this yesterday and I don't understand it. What happened? What did I do wrong?" She sounded hurt, and I knew it hurt. It was supposed to.

"Nothing," I muttered, trying to remember the steps to a Windsor knot.

"Sure doesn't seem like that. Tell me what's wrong? Look at me and explain to me what's going on because I know you would never act like this just because." She was demanding answers, but I didn't have any good enough.

"Then I guess you don't know me as well as you think you do," I jeered, looking at her through the mirror.

"Bullshit!" She threw her hands down and looked into my eyes. "What are you trying to do? Push me away? Why? Because you're going to kill someone? Is that it?" I looked away from her. "That's it, isn't it?" The tone in her voice told me she wasn't asking for confirmation; she already knew. "You think now is when I'm going to leave you? We crossed that bridge way earlier when you threw me over your shoulder in front of the manor. I get it that you have to kill him, alright? I understand it's either him or us. You have to stop acting like this."

"Like what?" I snapped.

"Like pushing me away is going to fix anything. Get over yourself, Draco. This problem is bigger than the both of us." She sighed and sat back down. "Unless of course, I'm completely wrong, and it has nothing to do with me. Maybe you're pushing me away to get with Astoria-"

"Stop it." I turned around and saw her staring down at her hands.

"I don't know, it's just, the way you kissed her seemed like-"

"Stop it, Y/n, don't fucking talk about her." I felt like my chest was burning up and my breath started to quicken.

"So then sit and explain to me what's going on inside that head of yours." She wasn't giving me an option. She was very demanding and dominant. It felt strange to obey her orders, instead of the other way around.