Dracotok Story

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Draco,

You must return home immediately. The Dark Lord has returned and he's planning an attack on your school. He's more powerful then ever and he intends to defeat Harry Potter for good. Listen to me carefully Draco: you must NOT tell another living soul about this, do you hear me? The vanishing cabinet will lead you to the manor, so we expect to see you home on Sunday. Tell your friends we want you home but say nothing more. This would only put them in danger. We want this to be over quickly, and if people know about it, there could be more than one death that night. This if for your safety, dear. You are a Death Eater and you must act like one. You will soon take after your father and bring pride to our family. I know this is hard for you but please come home. If you are unable to do so, there will be consequences. You have nothing to be scared of, Draco. As long as you come home.

Love,
Mum

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It's Wednesday April 21st. You have no idea what Draco is going through right now. You don't know about the letter, about this decision, risking your safety, going back home knowing he's leaving you for a possible war. He's even friends with Harry now, and can't even look at him anymore, knowing what Voldemort and the death eaters have planned for him. Draco has been doing a lot of thinking, and has been unintentionally shutting you out. Tonight, you go to Draco's room and have some alone time with him. You haven't felt the warmth of laying in his arms for so long. And you long for his lips to meet yours once more.

You open the door to see Draco standing with his hand on the counter. His tie is messily loose, and the first couple buttons of his shirt are undone. His hair is messy and his eyes look worried and empty.

"Draco, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired."

You walk to stand next to him. "Okay. Well, want to cuddle or something? I could make you some tea?"

"Y/n, I love you to death, but I really just want to be alone right now."

Your heart shatters a little, but you hold yourself together as you step toward him and kiss his lips. He barely kisses back before you pull away and start walking to the door. "I love you" you say, forcing a smile.

"I love you, y/n" he reassures you before you open the door and walk out.

As soon as you close the door, tears form when you blink. He didn't want me there. He didn't kiss me like he usually does. He's different. This isn't the Draco I know. You cry even more when you notice your other hand playing with the silver ring around your finger. He was just tired. It has nothing to do with me. He still loves me... he still loves me... he does.