Obliviate (Drarry)

Chapter 17

Draco's POV

It was already an unpleasant day. The cabinet is so near completion that my anxiety has been sky rocketing. I am supposed to send an encrypted message to the dark lord tonight about my progress. He should be expecting it to be completed in the next couple of weeks. At least, that's the hope.

I have been stalling a little bit. Every fiber of my body has been telling me to not complete this task, to just ignore the wishes of the dark lord, but I know I can't do that.

What would Harry think of me when he realizes what I have done? Will he see it as a betrayal even though I had no choice? I can't let my mother die, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. 

Should I tell Harry? Would that be better than allowing him to find out on his own? Even though he already knows I am a death eater, he has no idea about my plan or the fact I am about to kill someone very important to him.

"Draco, what are you doing out here? It's freezing!" Pansy and Blaise approached me. Pansy had her arms wrapped around herself to protect her from the cold. She was shivering slightly and there were white puffs of air coming out from her mouth as she exhaled. Blaise stuffed his hands into the pockets of his robes and also had white puffs of air coming out from his mouth.

"I'm just thinking," I responded to my two best friends. Sometimes the only way you can find some alone time is outside in the freezing cold. A part of me didn't want them to find me, knowing I can't look them in the eyes for what I am about to do. They don't know of the plan of allowing death eaters to swarm Hogwarts or to kill the headmaster, though I know they suspect something. I don't want to drag them down with me. 

"About Harry?" Pansy asked.

I exhaled deeply. "That's certainly one thing."

"You know he drinks the potion tomorrow, right? What will you say to him?" Blaise asked.

I shook my head. "I don't know. Just pretend nothing happened, I guess and go on hating each other."

"But I know that's not what you truly want," she said, laying a gentle hand on my shoulder. I did not find it comforting in the slightest, at least not with the look of sadness stretched across her features.

"What I want doesn't matter. He has to move on, it's the only way he will be safe from me."

"No. Draco, this is no way to live. I hate seeing you like this!"

"There's nothing we can do!"

"We tell Potter, tell him what really happened," she suggested.

"Have you gone mental? I can't do that! It'll get us both killed!"

"Do you honestly think Potter wouldn't do everything he possibly could to keep you safe?"

"I know he would, Pansy, he's a bloody Gryffindor, but that doesn't matter. It'll just get him killed in the end instead."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "I doubt it, he's the boy who won't fucking die. If you haven't noticed." 

I cracked a small smiled.

"Just think about it, Draco. You can't have love without a little bit of risk. You have to trust Potter," Pansy mentioned. She sighed, exasperated. "I cannot believe I just said that," she mumbled.

"I'd have to go against everything. Who knows what the Dark Lord would do to my family if he found out?"

"That's something the two of you would need to figure out. It's always a risk. Do you think Potter will fail?" I pondered Blaise's question for a moment.