He who must not be Loved. [d.m]

6-12

"No one can help me with this."

I sat up with a gasp— I was surrounded by the tall grass. Harry was standing above me, his hands on my shoulder to steady me. I got up shakily before seeing fire in the distance.

By the time we reached Molly and the rest, it was clear that the Weasley House had bursted into flames. "Y/n, are you okay?" Harry asked. I nodded my head, unable to speak after everything that had just happened

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Going back to Hogwarts felt like shit. I wasn't happy anymore.
"I am."
He was lying. He has to be. He can't be my father.

Just when I was in deep thoughts, the door of my door busted open. And a very drunken looking Pansy fell on her face. "Pansy, are you okay?" I asked, furrowing my brows. "I'm in love with him, Y/n." She said, falling onto me. I rolled my eyes playfully, pushing her off. "I know you're in love with Theo." I sighed, straightening my clothes before she hit me with a pillow.

"What was that for!?" I shouted. "Not Theo! Cormac!" I scrunched my nose at her response. I remained silent as she smiled dreamily, sitting on the floor.

Merlin's Beard, I can only deal with one problem at a time. I sighed deeply before turning around to see a note she had dropped. I bent down to pick it but before reading through it.
"Dear Y/n, I hope after drinking this you can see me the way i look at you."
- cormac

I rolled my eyes, putting the note away. At least it wasn't me under a love potion. I sighed, walking towards Pansy. "Come on, Pansy. I'm taking you to Cormac." I said with a fake smile as she immediately stood up. "Really?" No. I had no idea where I was taking her. "Really." I said instead.

We walked out of the dorm— it was late. Past curfew. "What are you doing here?" Draco's sharp voice startled me as I turned to face him. "And what's wrong with her?" He asked before I could answer. "Love potion." I said. I was about to walk off again before realising how good Draco was at potions. "Perhaps you could help me." I sighed, looking at him.

"Perhaps not." He answered. "You owe me, Malfoy. If it wasn't for me, Filch would've had you thrown out." I said. He paused for a moment before rolling his eyes. "Lorenzo's not here today, bring her to my dorm." He said sternly.

I followed him in, dragging Pansy with me. "You aren't Cormac." She muttered, staring at Draco who glared down at her. "Fortunately." He responded, walking towards his desk to look for a potion.

I looked around the room— all of Enzo's stuff was missing. "Where's Enzo?" I asked. "None of your business, is it?" He said coldly before walking towards us with a glass bottle in his hand. "Why in the world did Mclaggen give Parkinson a love potion anyway?" He asked, not looking at me. "He didn't. He tried to give it to me." I sighed, folding my arms.

Draco's head perked up at my response. He paused for a moment before pouring the potion in a glass to give to Pansy. "Did he now?" He muttered.

He handed the glass to me. "Give it to her." I took the glass from his hands before walking towards Pansy. "Drink this." I said to her as she shook her head. "No, I'm sleepy." She groaned. I rolled my eyes. "Pansy if you don't drink this, I will force it down your throat." I warned the girl who sighed before drinking the potion.

I wondered if Draco knew anything about Voldemort being my— god, it pains me to even say it.

Pansy soon closed her eyes, falling into a slumber. I stood up, placing the glass back on his desk. "Uhm.. Draco?" I sighed. "What?" He answered. I paused, debating on whether I should ask him or not. "I don't have all the time in the world, Y/n." He sighed. I rolled my eyes.

"Is.. Voldemort my father?" I asked, looking at my feet. Draco quickly froze, staring at me. "Who- who told you that?" He asked, panic clear in his voice.
I furrowed my brows, looking up at his nervous expression. Then it hit me. "He is, isn't he?" I scoffed out a humorous laugh before being my hand to my head.

"How long have you known!?" I asked, clenching my jaw. He remained quiet. "Draco. How long have you known that he was my father!?" I ask again, practically shouting at him. "Since you brought me the letter." He answered, a hand rubbing his temple.

"And you didn't tell me?" I felt the tears prickling my eyes. "I wanted to, Y/n—" I quickly cut him off. "But you didn't." I said. He clenched his jaw. "There's a lot that's been happening, alright, Y/n? I was trying to protect you." He said through his teeth. "By avoiding me? By sleeping with Daphne!?" I shouted. "You've distanced yourself from me! Before this summer, you were fine!" I said.

"Because everything else was fine— God, you don't understand, Y/n." He said, shouting back. "Then help me to. I want to help you!" I said, taking a step closer. "No one can help me with this." He said, glaring at me. "I can. I want to! I just need you to trust me, Draco." I furrowed my brows. He closed his eyes, running a hand down his face.

"Fine." I heard him mutter before placing a hand on the edge of his long sleeve. "What are you—" I stopped midway as he pulled his sleeve up— revealing the dark mark.

My hands found their way to my mouth, as I looked up at him. "If you can— want to help me, Y/n. Help me with this." He said, his mouth quivering. "Draco.." I whispered as he rolled his sleeve back down.

"Fuck, you hate me." He sighed, looking away. I shook my head, walking closer. "Draco, I could never hate you." I whispered, pulling him in for a hug. It took a minute before I felt his arms wrap around me.

"It's okay." I muttered.