Our Addiction || Draco Malfoy x Reader

insane

     I'm realizing right at this moment I probably shouldn't be considering her my girlfriend.

I've kept her isolated for two weeks.

What kind of boyfriend does that?

I mean, it's too keep her safe. There's a fucking war going on right now.

It's only to keep her safe.

I breath in the dense air across from my father and next to Theo. Death eaters sit surrounding me with the Dark lord at the end.

They're all discussing something I haven't bothered to listen to. The only thing I can focus to do is not to meet the Dark lord's eyes.

He'll see my thoughts of Y/n. He'll see my memories.

And even worst then all of that is that he'll see that I'm so terrified.

He doesn't want weak links on his team. Unfortunately, am much as I would love to leave this team.

Leaving only leads to my death, for there is no way out anymore.

I'm wanted as a murderer. Harry fucking Potter knows that I have her safe.

Harry fucking Potter and his army will stomp me to pieces for her back.

Even Fred Weasley has stopped the other twin to stop messaging Blaise since he's figured out that Blaise won't be giving in anytime soon.

Now he spends his days only at the library with Pansy until Theo and I are done with our meetings. Then we all head to my room for the night and drink until we all can't even remember our names.

It sounds fun, right?

Wrong.

In the morning it's even worse. All of the guilt and hatred for ourselves mixed in with the headache doesn't help at all.

But it has become a schedule that none of us seem to argue against.

Daisy has reportedly me that Y/n is asking for whiskey and drugs. Since when does she ask for drugs?

It has to be bad. I would be insane right now if I was left to deal with my thoughts for hours and hours and hours on end.

It's hypocritical of me to deny her requests. I, for one, shouldn't be giving her lectures on the danger of underage drinking.

But what is she going to do?

Daisy tells me she scans the whole house for hours each day trying to find anything to help her. After she finishes she results to looking through the bookshelves.

She also takes hour long showers.

Now that worries me.

When I heard that I almost apparanted immediately to her.

I can be her savior.

But I remember that I'm selfish and god, oh, god does the feeling of finally being in control of something feel better.

I can control her safety there. She's untouched to the world.

I know I sound crazy.

Absolutely insane.

Which isn't a good sign that even I've acknowledged that.

So that's why I plan to visit her tomorrow.

It has to work. Tomorrow all of the death eaters are traveling on a secret 'mission' that 'kids' can't go on.

No one will notice if I slip out. I'll do it early in the morning. She'll wake up to breakfast with me and be 'delighted' to see me.

Well obviously not delighted. I'll probably get slapped.

Or punched.

"Draco Malfoy." The Dark Lord's voice calls at the end of the table.

Immediately my mind switches. My thoughts are swept into a dark stone cave. In a hurry I picture snow. Lots of snow. I'm kilometers away from the manor, but still on the premises. The snow sticks to my skin and the trees covering me like a blanket.

"Yes, sir?" I ask. My voice sounds far away since my mind is all the way in the snow.

"Is your mind wandering else where?"

My mind snaps for a second in fear. I breath in. Snow.

I'm buried.

"Of course not, sir. I'm afraid I'm jumpy from all of this excitement. All of the wizardry world is walking on their tippy toes at the moment because of you. I can't imagine what the feeling of gaining the recognition you've deserved after all of these years." I say tipping my glasses back up.

Voldemort tips his head in delight. "Unfortunately they aren't bowing down to our feet yet, boy. We must not plunge our feet into ice cold water just yet."

I nod my head and he continues talking.

My father death glares me.

The snow seems to be melting with my clothes beginning to become soaked.

I focus harder not taking my eyes away from him.

More snow.

Finally after thirty seconds he turns his head away, but I know this is far from over. The scratch burns by the thought.

Y/n pov:

I like to take really long showers.

It's so quiet always. I always loved the quiet before.

So I stand in the shower and hang my head towards the tile. The water runs down my hair and along my eyelashes. I usually blink the water out until everything around me is blurry. Even though I can't believe him. I use the shampoo and conditioner he's left. The same coconut smell stays in my hair for only a few minutes after.

Two weeks.

I have only talked to an elf in two weeks. Daisy can't even actually talk to me without threatening to hurt herself.

She's told me he misses me.

Bullshit.

Then I ask her for whiskey.

How can someone put me in a house, If you can even call it that, with nothing he must want to drive me insane.

I'm alone.

I've been alone.

No letters or the Daily Prophet like I made them promise. It's almost like they're hiding something from me.

Which I wouldn't doubt they are.

I have no idea what the night at Hogwarts looked like. How can I be so stupid to leave? What if people died?

What if Draco actually killed someone?

Anything could've happened and I'm completely exiled away.

I don't care if he sent me to my own cottage below the world. I don't care if Draco doesn't want to be a death eater.

He still is.

And he has made it clear that he will do whatever he needs to, to stay alive.

If Voldemort finds out our relationship I'm as good as dead. But while I'm also stuck down here I'm also as good as dead.

I hear a familiar crack throughout the bunker and also fall from where I stand peering into the bookshelf mindlessly.

Daisy appears at my side with a sweet smile.

"Miss, you will have visitor tomorrow!" She jumped up excited.

I can't help but smile back. "Draco?"

She nods.

I'm going to kill him as soon as I see him.