I Have To Tell You Something (d.m x reader)

40- Y/N

I sat down on the chair beside his bed, already cleaned up and ready for bed in my pyjamas as it had now become night. He had been asleep since breakfast.

McGonagall had just arrived.

"But I'm sure that we caught all the death eaters in the school, and there were no less than 10 who had managed to break in..." confusion etched upon her face as she spoke.

She hesitated. "One of them being your father."

I looked down to my hands in my lap in shame.

"Well, were any of them Lucius Malfoy? His Father? I'm sure it was him that would have attacked his son for not joining him." I looked up, waiting for her answer.

She hesitated again, looking to Draco then to me. "No Ms Y/l/n, his father was not one of them."

"Then he must still be here!" I urged quietly, scared for the safety of the students who were now allowed to roam the halls freely.

"No Y/n, I assure you there are no more death eaters in the school. All the known death eaters have been arrested. Someone other must have done this." She concluded.

"I understand, thank you headmistress." I sighed.

"He will recover well, do not worry. Good Night." She smiled, and turned away to her quarters to sleep.

I shivered against the cold, and I noticed the slamming of the door behind me had woken up Draco.

"How are you feeling?" I got up to be beside him.

"It doesn't hurt like the last time which is good. It was weaker this time round." He tried laughing it off and I cracked a small smile.

"You are so strong." I admitted to him.

He looked away from me.

"Aw, is someone shy?" I whispered, laughing quietly, cupping his head with my hands. He closed his eyes to my touch and refused to open them, cracking a small smile. His hands went up to rest on my forearms lightly.

"You are so kind to me." He told me through his lovely smile, his eyes still closed shut.

I retracted my hands and sat back down in the chair as he sat up against the headboard of the bed, his smile and happiness still apparent upon his features. He wore it well.

"So, Zabini and Nott visited, they were truly worried, and I admire your friends." I smiled, and he copied.

"I'm a lucky friend."

There was a pause, before I decided to speak about the matter at hand.

"McGonagall says no death eater had done this to you, not even your father, and frankly, I don't believe it," I paused, examining his response.

His gaze was hard and held no emotion as he looked down at his hands.

"Y/n," he paused, his head turning to look at me, seated by his side. It was like he was fighting with himself internally.

"Yes?"

"I have to tell you something."

His eyes now were showing some sort of hurt, or regret, strength, or viciousness.

He held the white covers over him tightly.

"I killed my father."