Draco Malfoy is OBSESSED with y/n y/l/n. He would die just for her to be happy but what happens when they start dating and y/n finds out how insane he actually is.
'For years I have loved the wonder that is y/n. She is my vision of an 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵. A...
Blood dripped from my hands and into the sink. Red for love. Red for the fucking lipstick on his cheek. Red for the roses that were growing outside the cottage. Red for the blood. What the fuck have I done?! What the fucking hell have I done? I love her too much. The kiss, the touching. She hurt me. He hurt me. What have I fucking done? She's clueless but she's going to find out soon. I'm going to have to take her away again. I love her. I hate her though. She hurt me. The water turning a pale red colour was the only thing that could distract me. 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲.
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I came downstairs after having a shower. Sweatpants on, no shirt to make y/n weak in the knees. I had a smile on my face until I walked into the kitchen. She was sat on the counter with her legs wrapped around Louis waist. Her lips attatched to his like it was the only way to survive. She kissed him with such love, with such passion. I stood in shock as rage took over all of my emotions. I stormed over and y/n immediately pulled away. All from the corner of Louis lips to his cheek was a trail of red lipstick. I grabbed the side of her head and smashed it into a cabinet hard causing her to pass out. I had to make her pass out. She's too fucking innocent to watch. I watched her fall on the floor and Louis was backing away. He had the right mind to. He forced her to fucking do it.
With out thinking, I grabbed a knife from the side and he backed against the wall. I speared the knife into his side and he screamed out in pain. Fuck. I did it again and again and again. Until he dropped to the ground and a pool of crimson blood flooded out of him. I took a shaky deep breath. It was Louis. He was my best friend. Now, he can rot in hell. I ran to the sink and immediately rinsed my hand.
I pick y/n up and kiss the side of her head which was bleeding. I took her up to the bedroom and got the first aid kit from the wardrobe and wiped the blood of gently with a wipe and placed a plaster on. I laid her down tucked her in before sitting down on the edge and taking deep breaths trying to think what just happened. Were they kissing? Why was she even wearing fucking red lipstick? What the fuck. Was I imagining it? What if I just killed him for nothing? What if y/n never talks to me again? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I need to get her out of here. I need to get us out of here. Should I go back to Hogwarts? I need to get rid of the knife. Where can we go? I'll say somebody broke in to y/n. I'll tell her they knocked her out and I rescued her. I'll have to wipe the lipstick off of his dead fucking body. She'll never suspect me. I've got myself into deep fucking shit.
