𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 | Draco Malfoy

48 | when it's cold I'd like to die

I'd got up from the bed immediately after Leo spoke. I didn't care that he said I couldn't save him, I had to try, I had to try everything possible. I put on the first shirt and sweatpants I saw, I couldn't care less about how I looked. Because only one thought lingered.

He was still my Draco.

And I had to do everything I could to make him stay with me. I couldn't bare the thought of him being gone. Gone out of my life. Draco would die with the belief that I hated his guts. And I did— or at least I tried to, but now that I knew the truth I let all my love for him back into my heart.

I had to save him.

I couldn't drive the car, because I'd most likely crash, so I focused hard on the Manor and apparated. Sick from the spinning, I was standing infront of the large doors with tears streaming uncontrollably down my face. Fuck Leo, fuck him, fuck everything he did.

I pushed the doors open and looked around me, feeling blessed to be back home, but terrified for the reason why. "DRACO!" I yelled with a sore throat, looking hastily around the kitchen and dining room. I knew Draco was upstairs, but I had to make him know I was there. "THEO! BLAISE!"

No one was there.

Without looking around any more, I rushed up the stairs as fast as I could, still yelling Draco's name on top of my lungs. I slammed his bedroom door open, then felt my blood go ice cold when I saw him on the floor. "No.. no, n-no.." I shook my head in disbelief, crouching down onto the floor.

Blood. He was bleeding. Bleeding out of his gut with a knife right next to him. He was still alive, he was blinking faintly. "Draco, D-Draco, look at me.." I cried, placing my hand on his cheek. I couldn't lose him, I couldn't bare losing him again. He was still blinking, but not opening his eyes fully.

"O-Open your eyes— I'm alive, Draco.." I said hoarsely, then watched him flutter his eyes open. It was the saddest sight I'd ever seen. His lips curved into a weak smile. "Heaven.." He whispered quietly, while a small tear ran down his temple, while millions were streaming over my cheeks.

"No, no.. I-I'm alive.. open your eyes!" I cried, looking at the blood on his shirt and how it was just getting worse and worse. Draco opened his eyes fully, then gasped when he saw me. His bottom lip quivered and his eyes were filled with emotions and tears. "D-Draco, you h-have to heal yourself.." I sobbed, grabbing his wrist, placing his hand on his wound. "Can't.." He mumbled.

Of course.
His healing powers only worked on others.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!

"Stay with me.. stay with me.." I said, I moved his hand away from the wound and replaced it with mine. I tried pushing to stop the bleeding, but a pool of blood was already around us on the floor. It felt like I was dying all over again. But this time I wasn't happy to be back with him under these circumstances. Last time I'd missed him so much that I was glad to be able to die in his arms.

"H-Help me!" I screamed, even though I knew no one was in the house but us. "Please, a-anyone!" There were no answers of course, and I didn't bring my phone because of the rush. "H-Help me.." The last one came out as a soft sob before I rested my forehead on Draco's chest, crying my heart out.

"I-I'm so sorry.. I'm so sorry.. I-I'm so sorry.." There was no pain worse than this. I'd been through hell and back in my life, but nothing compared to this feeling. A sorrow greater than any type of joy I'd ever been lucky enough to feel. If Draco truly was gone I'd take that knife and go with him.

I can lose fucking everything.
But not him.
Oh God,
Not him,

I've been trying to go home all my life, and being with Draco has made me feel like I could finally start building. Our home. He felt like home. But right now all that we've build was being burned to the ground. My life was always moving, never slow, it never stopped. Time was going too fast.