Fuckboy {Draco Malfoy 18+}

43. battle scars.

Even with my lips on his, even with the reassurance that I am, in fact, stuck. . .

Draco breaks down.

There's been too much pressure on him, I think. For far too long. Too much mental pressure.

And soon he's crying on my lips and I'm pulling him into me, letting him cry into my neck. I grip onto him for dear life, trying to hold him together.

But we crash back onto the bed and he whimpers into my neck, so completely exhausted.

"I needed you," Draco whimpers, gripping my hips in a shaky vice grip. "E, I needed you."

I gasp a little, tangling my fingers into his hair and forcing him to stay put, not allowing him to move away by even an inch, even if he wanted to.

"I'm here," I say, trying to sound steady even when my voice is shaking. "I love you. It's permanent. I'll never leave you again."

He's breathing hard into my neck, digging his fingers into my hips. "Is that a promise?" he asks shakily, his voice a little shrill.

"I'm just. . . I'm just letting you know," I say shakily. "Never again."

Draco leans up, ripping out of my vice grip.

I think he's having a full blown panic attack. My face contorts, my hands running frantically over his cheeks and to the back of his neck as he hyperventilates.

"Prove it," he begs, setting his forehead on mine and breathing heavily.

"How?" I ask frantically.

"I don't know. . . just. . . prove it," he sobs.

I lean back, holding his face in both of my hands, and his eyes are closed tightly for a moment before he opens them, looking at me in agony. Hot tears fall onto my thumbs, leaking down his cheeks.

I search his face, trying to find a way. . .

But then my face falls and I sit up.

"What. . . what are you-?" Draco gasps.

I fling myself up and out of the bed, looking hurriedly at the floor. He's watching me search through the mess, confused as fuck. There's so much shit strewn across the carpet that I have to fall to my knees and riffle through torn book pages.

But then I find the silver dagger under his bed.

I grasp it firmly, then I crash back down beside him.

"Evan-!"

I grasp the blade in my fist and yank.

I stare directly into Draco's eyes as I wince, the cut being far too deep, surely. Blood immediately starts to pour.

He's stopped breathing heavily and his face is fallen, a rogue tear falling down his cupid's bow as he looks at me in shock. He's propped up, soon staring at the handle of the knife as I hold it out to him.

He takes it cautiously, looks into my blazing eyes, and he grasps the blade in his own palm and slices it open.

He hisses at the sharp sting and I take the dagger with my non-injured hand, staring at him. I chuck it to the floor.

Then I reach down tentatively for his own bloodied hand. I go cautiously at first, eyeing him, then I clasp our wounds together, palm to palm.

Since I can't literally rip out my heart and give it to him, I figure this is the next best thing.

Draco's grabbing my hand so tight, it's a nearly debilitating kind of pain.

"I'll never leave you again," I say through gritted teeth and hot tears.