Her Eyes || Draco Malfoy

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TW// mention of rape

I found that sitting in a full bathtub full of hot water while fully clothed strangely comforting, especially when the love of your life is doing it with you.

My makeup was running down my face, it was December 27th, exactly 2 days after Christmas and I was still crying just this time I wasn't alone with a bloody dagger in my hand.

I scooted forward and cuddled into the blonde, crying into his chest, "I feel dirty" I cried, he let me though as he understood my pain because I trust him enough to show him my emotions and be there when I was most vulnerable.

Maybe it was because my father was back and I wasn't sheilded away from the fact that the man I knew to be a monster was infact not the monster but instead that it was my aunt, the very women who raised me, abused me but still loved me because I was her very own niece.

The very women who I lived with for the most of my life was the one who killed innocent people, who helped torture those who didn't believe in blood supremacy.

Draco held me closer to his chest and hummed lowly.

He knew I was struggling even more now what I was literally living in the house my mother was murdered, raped and tortured in.

It didn't help I too was raped and tortured there at such a young age, I was traumatized.

Draco ran his fingers across the scars on my thighs then kissed my forehead which ultimately made me look at him with tears still falling from my eyes.

"Do you plan on staying in the bath all night?" Draco softly asked out of genuine concern and curiosity, I nodded jokingly causing him to groan quietly with amusement.

I gave him pleading eyes dispite him not uttering a single word of disagreement, "maybe just five more minutes?" I whispered knowing that he knew he didn't have to stay but he did anyway so I wouldn't hurt myself.

His eyes softened and he kissed me softly, his lips curled up into a smile against mine so I giggled, cupping his face with my hands before pulling back.

He was my security blanket, my home, safe place, whatever it was you wanted to call it.

"I love your eyes" I hushed not even realizing that the words had left my lips till his smile grew, I pushed his hair back and seeing how it was already damp from the water in the tub it stayed back revealing his forehead.

Wiping my makeup stained face I apologized to the blonde for having to see me in such a state but he didn't mind, infact he didn't seem fazed.

The water was getting cold though and I was starting to get cold so I stood up letting the water in the large tub drain out.

I was dripping wet and I was thankful for the towel on the floor, I grabbed a clean towel off the counter and wrapped it around my waist then looked at Draco.

"I'll get some dry clothes" he nodded at my words not needing to tell me where anything was because I already knew where his clothes were because I had a tendency of stealing his stuff.

I changed into one of his white button ups and a pair of sweatpants I found before walking into the bathroom to drop off some clothes for him but saw that he had his shirt off causing my face to heat up as I became a stuttering mess.

Then he turned around and my face dropped when I saw the scars on his chest, healed, at least a couple years old.

"They aren't self inflicted if you're wondering- father got drunk one night, a little too drunk and when mother was away he did this"

I dropped my jaw at his words, the Malfoys weren't the perfect rich pureblood family that everyone had made them out to be.

Infact they were the farthest from perfect, perfectly imperfect, they had flaws, some more than others and I walked towards the blonde wrapping my arms around him with my head on his bare chest.

"I'm okay Iris—he hasn't physically hurt me in a while and he won't, he's to busy with the dark lord" he was eye level with me now, his silver ones staring directly into mine while his hand rested on my cheek.

I was so close I could see every detail on his face, I was close enough to see the blue tint in his eyes and the way his face physically softened when I ran my fingers across the side of his face.

"I promise I'm fine" he hooked his pinky with mine making me smile "I would tell you if I wasn't" he said, his voice almost at a whisper as if for only me to hear.

He then stood up straight again and pulled me to his chest where I wrapped my arms and smiled.

He was so perfectly imperfect and I think that may have been my favorite thing about the blonde, one of them at least because the truth was I loved everything about him.

I'm not sure when my feelings of hate turned to love but they did and now I see Draco Malfoy as the most perfect person I've ever laid eyes on.

I closed my eyes and let him hold me with his head resting on the top of mine pressing kisses to my damp hair.

And in his arms I knew I was home, I knew I was safe because no one could harm me while I was in the arms of the boy who loved me as much as I loved him.

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He was asleep beside me with his arm thrown across my chest and his face buried into my neck whike I laid awake staring at the ceiling.

Memories of being held down to the cold wooden floor while I cried, begged for him to stop, blood pooling around me, my own blood.

I was 7 and no 7 year old should have to go through that, no one should go through that.

I felt so empty, like I was ripped in half.

Memories of my body being completely in pain from being beaten and raped while I now laid facing my mother who was barely finding consciousness from being knocked out.

She was completely unaware of what had happened to me as I cried, my voice nearly gone from screaming so much.

They forced me to watch as they beat, cut, raped and eventually killed my mother.

All things that no one should ever have to wittness.

I shut my eyes and tried to forget as I rolled over hiding my face into his hair to calm myself down.

I didn't want to wake the blonde as I shifted off the bed but failed when he grabbed my hand sleepily "don't go" he muttered against his pillow and I sighed leaning down to his ear.

"I'm going to use the toilet" I whispered as he turned his head his eyes still closed as I pecked his lips before turning to leave to the bathroom.

I sat down on the floor of the bathroom and held my wand up next to my legs "lumos" I whispered and the tip of my wand lit up revealing all the cuts on my thighs.

'Broken' it read as I ran my fingers across my inner thigh across the words.

Next to that was a large scar from where he dragged his knife across my skin before raping me because he wanted it to hurt even more.

It served as a reminder to me of what happened that night, it was hard for me to look at and think about.

"Nox" I spoke and let the darkness consume me.