Her Eyes || Draco Malfoy

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I wore a black dress as I stood next to the Malfoys, my hand in Dracos hand while pictures were taken of us.

No emotion was on the blondes face as I looked at him sadly and we were bombarded with questions, asking for comments.

It was to overwhelming for me and I couldn't imagine how overwhelming it was for Draco and Narcissia.

Thats the picture that was shown in the daily profit, what was unclear to everyone was the amount of tears the blonde had shed before we left.

The anxiety attack I had to calm him down from by holding him to my chest in the bathroom as the dagger he had in his hand laid across the room.

The pain and pressure he was under all because of his fathers own mistake.

So when we returned from the trial I held him close to me letting him cry into my chest once more as we sat on the floor in his room.

But of course, no one knew this side of the blonde existed, everyone saw him as a cold, arrogant boy who felt no love for anyone which wasn't true at all.

His legs intertwined with mine and it felt like we were constantly in this position of him crying in my arms.

and suddenly I knew how he felt everytime he had to hold me as I cried.

I just prayed he wouldn't hurt myself when I wasn't there.

The profit failed to comment on how The Malfoys sudden 'fall from grace' was taking a toll on every single one of them, especially Draco, the heir, the first born son who's responsibility was to carry on the bloodline and keep it pure.

It was night time now and I knew how to calm him down.

I took him outside, walking him through his mothers garden till we reached a small closed off area.

He still was crying as we walked outside but the minute we laid down and he let me wrap my arms around him he calmed down a little bit.

I kissed his head "I'm here" I told him as I looked back up at the stars; running my fingers through his soft blonde hair.

No one got to see this side of Draco, the side where he was completely vulnerable, numb, crying.

He was broken beyond repair due to what was being said about him, his family and me in the daily profit.

but they still failed to reveal that the boy who always smiled, picked on first years and the golden trio, was slowly loosing himself to the slander of the daily profit.

He needed me the most right now and I knew that but I knew he would have pushed me away if I asked to come over so I found that just showing up worked just as well.

Seeing his smile everytime I show up gives me butterflies and everytime he lifts me up by my waist when he hugs me makes me love him even more.

I felt his eyes on me when I looked over our nose touching due to how close we were "how do you always manage to look so cute" I asked trying to get him to smile which worked when his cheeks turned bright red.

"trying to impress this girl I like" he responded and I smiled softly going along with his words.

"Oh? Do I know her?" I teased when he leaned in forward pressing a soft kiss onto my lips before nodding.

"She has beautiful blue eyes and a smile to go with it" He said and I smiled pushing his hair back "shes strong and has an adorable laugh"

I pulled his face in, kissing him hard feeling his smile against my lips as he pulled me ontop of him before disconnecting our lips.

"You're so cheesy you know that?"

"You love me"

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He fell asleep on my chest and we laid under the stars, cheesy I know, his face buried into my neck and I smiled.

He was so peaceful that you wouldn't have known that he was having an anxiety attack only hours before hand.

I held him close to me and I listened to his calm breathing as it hit my neck.

I always had a love for star gazing, especially on the cool summer nights where it wasn't to cold nor to hot, when the temperature was just right and you could still cuddle up to the person you love.

All I dreamed of while I was gone and I heard that his father was arrested, in St Mungos was to do this, hold him in my arms while we laid under the summer moon.

Ive been clean for a while now, actually the day I stopped completely was his birthday because that was the night I had officially gave up on finding ways to hurt myself.

He didn't know this yet, I knew I would tell him soon hopefully.

I didn't realize he woke up till he pressed a kiss against my skin and his eyes were in my view and he gently pushed my hair back.

He leaned down, a smile met his face before he spoke "thank you"