A Boy From Slytherin | Draco Malfoy X Reader

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Y/n's POV

It's now all over the school that Hermione Granger isn't dead, nor is Dalilah Allen. Apparently, she disguised herself as Hermione so that she could get Harry and Ron to tell her stuff that she could use in her paper, Hogwarts News.

Hermione was found literally tied up in a broom closet, since Dalilah almost got killed, she never came back to get Hermione. It's pretty funny when I think about it now. But, once again, the task isn't complete.

This deed I need to perform has been like a dark shadow over me, like a demon that's preventing me from living. 

It's been several days, and Dalilah is now up and right again, she did, however, still get in trouble for using Polyjuice potion and tying Hermione up. That crazy bitch will do anything to get drama for her stupid paper.

"So, what's your next plan?" Draco asked me, about my task.

"I don't know. I might still try the potion, but it's really risky, I just...when I thought I killed her, I really, really regretted it. I...I don't want to kill anyone. I don't want to feel like that again."

"If you want, you could switch with someone. That way you wouldn't have to kill anyone."

"No. I'm not switching. I really thought that this wouldn't be too hard, you know?"

"Yeah, I thought it'd be easy too,"

"Do you remember when I said I wanted all this? That I would have requested to become a death eater if I wasn't chosen?"

"Yes..."

"I was lying. I hate this, I always have hated it. I wish we could go back to when we were like fifteen, if I could live in any era for the rest of my life, that would be it." He nodded in agreement.

"That's when we fell in love, before we were death eaters,"

"Cedric was still alive."

"It seems like so long ago, but it was only like two years."

"I know. Time seems to be slipping away faster than ever, but at the same time this year is dragging on."

"I hate growing up."

"I know." I walked closer to him and hugged him tightly, leaning my head against his toned chest. His arms wrapped around me and I heard and felt him sigh.

"We're kind of haunted." Draco spoke, as if realizing it.

"I don't doubt that, baby. But at least we have each other."

"If we didn't I'd probably have killed myself by now." he laughed lowly.

"That's not funny." I said seriously.

"Even my humor's broken." he sighed.

"How are you?" I asked, my arms still wrapped around him.

"I'm fine."

"I thought we were doing this thing where we don't lie to each other?"

"Right, well, things have been chaotic, it's like every little thing kind of...stresses me out. That's why I kinda snapped at you earlier. I'm sorry again."

"No, it's alright, I understand." Earlier Draco snapped at me when I asked him about any updates on his task, then he had a bitchfit and went off about random things while I sat on his bed reading a book.

"I need to control my anger better."

"You should start smoking again." I suggested, he laughed. I looked up at him, I caught a glimpse of him just before his smile faded. I don't get to see his real smile very often lately, so it's really nice when I do.