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draco malfoy- angst

This was the third time he had blown you off these past two weeks.

Draco was avoiding you in the halls.

He didn't return your phone calls.

If he was going to break up with you, he needed to just stop being a pussy and just do it already. Or you were gonna do it yourself.

Walking up to the Gryffindor common room to see your friends, you grimaced at Ron and Hermione going at it on the sofa. "Really, guys? In public?", you groaned, sitting down near the fireplace and rolling your eyes.

Hermoine pulled away from her boyfriend quickly and scooched over to the other end of the couch, wiping her mouth. "We didn't mean to go that far", she apologised.
"Wow, harsh", Ron scoffed, referring to Hermoine wiping away the kiss.

You weren't in the mood for them to be all couple-y, so you turned away and stared at the paintings on the wall. You'd looked at these painting almost every day for the past six years you'd been at Hogwarts, but they never ceased to amaze you. One painting smiled at you, the brushstrokes moving in different directions to reveal a set of painted teeth.

"Is everything okay?", asked Hermoine, drawing your attention back to the present.
"Hm? Mhm. Ish", you replied.
"Let me guess", Ron said, "that stupid Slytherin ferret again? I know we said we don't care about you dating him, but lately he's been such an ars-"
"Ronald! Language!"
"I didn't even say anything yet".

You sighed again. "It is Draco. He cancelled our date".
Hermoine's eyes widened. "Again?! Seriously?"
"I said it to Harry, I said he didn't deserve you, I said-"
"Ronald!"
"Mione, I'm just telling the truth-"

That was it. You got up and started to leave. "I'm going to my room. Get ready to not get ready for my date".

Leaving the room, you felt like slamming your door. You felt like kicking a wall, to punch a hole into something. But you didn't. You merely shut your door quietly and laid on your bed. You covered your face and resisted the urge to cry.

You and Draco had been dating since he had asked you to be his date to the Yule Ball in fourth year. Since then, you'd never looked back, never questioned the relationship. Until now.

You sat up and wiped your tears away, pulling out some homework to try and get your mind off of things. You managed to focus for all of ten minutes before you were mostly just doodling in your notebooks.

About twenty minutes later, your door burst open and a breathless Hermoine ran in. Before you could say a word, she grabbed your arm and pulled you up. "Draco", she gasped. "Drac- hospital wing".

You didn't need to hear any more. You threw your quill down and sprinted to the hospital ward. Hermoine leant against a wall and could only look after you running, panting.

Your body was full of adrenaline, barely registering your beating heart as you ran faster. Nearly crashing into multiple people, you managed to get all the way across the castle faster than a Firebolt.
You pushed the door open and inside, Draco lay in a hospital bed, his face bruised and bandaged. His usually pale complexion was marred with cuts and scrapes. Your heart ached at the sight of your boyfriend in such a vulnerable state, and all the hatred that had been building up over the last few weeks melted away in an instance.

You went over to his bedside, seeing that his hair was sticking to the sweat on his forehead. You reached out a hand and began to stroke it away from his eyes. His eyes fluttered open, and a weak smile tugged at his bruised lips when he saw you. He croaked your name, his voice hoarse from the pain. "I hoped you'd come."
He did? You ran your hand through his hair gently. "Of course I'd come, are you mad?", you replied softly. "What happened?"

Draco turned to look at you. "Harry. And me. We had a fight", he admitted.
"You what?"
"Please, just. Don't be mad at him. It was my fault. And I nearly bled out in the bathroom because of it".

You took his hand and kissed it. "I'm gonna kill him. He did this to you?"
"Yes, but- I kind of deserved it"
You stroked his hand with your thumb, looking over his injured body. He was covered in bandages.

"I thought you'd be mad at me", he said.
"Well. I kind of am".

Draco's breathing was heavy. "Understandable. I'm sorry".
"Don't be sorry. Just explain it go me. What's been up with you? I've tried so many times to talk to you, and you just shut me down".
"I know, I know. I had to distance myself from you".
You wanted to shake him. "Why?!"

Draco's eyes suddenly filled with tears. "Please", he whispered. "I can't tell you. It's, it's too-"
"Draco. If you want to break up with me-"
"No. No, I couldn't. I probably should've, but I couldn't. I thought if I distanced myself from you, you would wanna leave me"

You let go of his hand and looked away. "Why would I want to do that?", you asked.
"Things have changed between now and a few months ago. I've changed", he admitted.
"That sounds like an excuse to me". You stood up and started walking away.

"Wait!", Draco grabbed your arm, wincing in pain at the sudden movement. "Please. Just let me explain. I owe you that much"

Taking a deep breath, Draco rolled up his sleeve, revealing a sinister, snake-shaped mark etched into his skin. You gasped, eyes widening in shock and horror. Draco could see the hurt in your eyes, the betrayal. The mark, the symbol of his allegiance to Lord Voldemort, looked menacing under the hospital lights.

You felt like you were falling in space. "That's...Dray..you're one of them?"
I didn't want any of this" Draco whispered, his voice trembling. "But I couldn't escape. They had control over me, over my family. They made me. I'm- I'm so sorry"

You knew about Draco's family. His father and mother, the way they had raised him. But this...this changed everything. This meant that he followed You- Know- Who, it meant that he was a deatheater.

You reached out and gently traced the outline of the Dark Mark with your fingers."I know you're not like them, Draco", you said. "I know this wasn't your fault. But..."
"No. No buts. Please" the grasped your hand. "Please, I'm still the same. I don't believe in anything You- Know- Who believes in. If were up to me, I would cut this horrible thing right out of my arm".

You were torn. Deep down, you knew Draco hadn't changed. This wasn't his fault. On the other hand, he was now a deatheater, regardless of his own beliefs. Draco couldn't hold back his tears any longer. You embraced him, holding him close as he wept for the choices he had been forced to make. He cried into your chest, choking on sobs.
"I don't want to loose you", his voice broke.

"You're not going to loose me. We're going to get through this. Somehow", you promised, holding him close.
"We?"
"I love you, Draco. I have for years. You were forced into this, this wasn't your fault. I will be here for you every step of the way".

Draco hugged you tighter, trying to stop his tears. His face showed an overwhelming emotion of gratitude. "I love you. I love you so, so, so much. I don't deserve you".
You shushed him quietly, rubbing his back. "We're going to be okay", you told him softly.

You sat there until the meds he was on caused him to fall into a deeo sleep, and then you rolled down his sleeve. You kissed his cheek before slitting down on one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs, resolving not to let him out of your sight. You held his hand. "We'll figure it out".

And then, you were left alone with your thoughts.

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Sometimes I think I'm malinf the stories way too short and then I remember they're supposed to be oneshots lmao.