Dracotok Story

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You walk back to your room to take a shower. When you're undressing, you notice the dark hickeys on your neck and collarbone, running your fingers over them.

Fred didn't do this on purpose.

You can't stop crying, with the hot water hitting your back. You break down in the shower, feeling as if you will never heal.

What if he doesn't come back? I'm so stupid, I never should have taken the potion! Will he ever forgive me? I need him back. I can't live without him. I messed up. I fucking messed everything up.

•••

Meanwhile, Draco gets in his car and has nowhere to go, but starts driving. He wants to get away. Anywhere is better than the Burrow.

He can't stop crying. As soon as he sat in the drivers seat, he broke down. He can't get the image of you sleeping with Fred out of his head.

Why did she do that? Does she not love me anymore?

He checks into a hotel, and plans on staying there for the last couple days of summer.

Draco didn't get any sleep that night.

He misses you. The bed feels empty with you not in it. He tries not to think about you, but there's nothing else to think about.

•••

You didn't get any sleep either. Your eyes hurt from crying.

Everyone's down at breakfast, but you still can't show your face. You haven't left your room since last night. Everyone in the Burrow knows now, and the house has been quiet.

Molly came to bring you a muffin, but didn't stay long. The muffin sat if your nightstand for an hour before you decided that starving yourself would only add on to the difficulty of the situation.

You didn't actually have sex with Fred. You just made out and fell asleep, but making out still isn't okay. Draco thinks you slept with him, and it scares him, thinking that you're sharing your body with another man.

That afternoon, you hear a knock on your door.

Assuming that it's Molly bringing you some dinner, you mumble "come in."

Ron enters, carrying two plates of food. "I hope you're hungry," he says.

You freeze.

"I'm sorry, y/n. We need each other, and I don't like fighting with you. When he comes back, I'll get along with him. Forgiving is hard, but I'll try for you. But if he doesn't come back, and breaks your heart even more, I'll break him. Please forgive me. I trust you, y/n... we need each other."

A smile makes its way onto your tear-stained face. "Come here, you git. I forgive you."

He breaks into a smile as well, and sits on your bed, handing over a plate of food.

"Thanks," you say. "I hope this situation isn't awkward for everyone," you say as you begin eating.

"Fred's just beaten up about it. I mean we've all had a fair crack at him... mostly Ginny; she brings up his irresponsibility every conversation. But it's mostly Fred hating himself more than anyone else does."

"I feel terrible. I'm the one that asked him if I could take it. It's not his fault."

"You know, we don't have to talk about this stuff if you don't want to," he says stabbing a potato with his fork.

"You're right. Make me forget about everything that happened, just for a couple minutes. Tell me something good."

"Erm... I think Neville and Luna are a thing now. Saw them holding hands at breakfast."

"Oh yeah! I saw them making out at the party."

"They what!?" He almost choked on his food.

"Yeah, we saw them kissing. Ask Hermione or Ginny. They can give you every detail."

"Oh, and-"

But my phone cut him off. "Sorry, I'm sure it's just a wrong number... hello?"

"Hi, is this y/n, y/l/n, Draco Malfoy's girlfriend?"

"Yeah, why?"

"He has you as his emergency contact, he just arrived here at the hospital. I think you'll want to come down ASAP."

"Oh my God! Is he going to be okay?"

"We aren't sure."

"Okay, I'll be right down," you say in a panic.

I exchange a worried look with Ron, who was listening to the whole conversation.