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

7-2

"Fuck, I love you even more, Princess."

Y/N RIDDLE POV:
"Draco." I muttered, gently shoving the boy beside me awake. I hadn't slept all night. Like— at all. I'd been searching for ways to escape this shithole of a house.
He woke up noiselessly, sitting up on the bed. I'd never seen a sleepy Draco. His hair was ruffled, clothes wrinkly and a raspy morning voice.

My eyes soon landed on his arm. He'd always wear a suit to hide his Deatheater mark. But now, he was wearing a set of Malfoy satin pyjamas.

"Let's get you out of here, yeah?" He said, clearing his throat as he got off my bed. I appreciated him. I know the risk I was taking and the risk he was taking to get me out. He could die.

🎸

I changed into pitch black clothing paired with a black hoodie to hide my hair. Voldemort and his troops were busy plotting for the war. The only way out was through the window in my room.
"Here." Draco said, shoving my wand in my hand. My eyes widened as I looked back at him. "How'd you get this?" I asked. He rolled his eyes. Glad to see that no matter what Draco would never stop being sassy. "I have my ways, Y/n. I think what you need to say is a thank you." He said. I rolled my eyes, going into the washroom.

When I stepped out of the washroom I saw Draco peeking out the window to make sure no one was there. I smiled internally before making my way towards him. "Okay, you go straight then take a left out of back gate. You can aparatte yourself to the Order's headquarters from there." He said quickly before I pulled him in for kiss.

It took him a second before he placed his hands on my waist, pulling me closer. "I love you, Draco." I said, pulling away from the kiss. His hand slowly moved up to my cheek, caressing it gently. "Fuck, I love you even more, princess." He spoke. I smiled lightly. "Princess. I missed that." I said.

I quickly pulled my hoodie back on before getting ready to jump out the window. Okay, Y/n. You can do this. I glanced at Draco one last time who had just left my room before jumping.

I landed on my feet, scraping my palm slightly. I quickly fastened my pace, walking towards the gate. It was practically inches away before I heard someone's voice— stopping myself. "Who are you?" One of them said. I slowly turned around— pointing my wand at them. "Y/n— Ms. Riddle!" He stammered, obviously scared. I suppose I'll have to live up to my family name. "Avada Kedavara." I muttered as the deatheater quickly fell down.

Good job on not leaving any sign of your escape, Y/n.

Short chap, next one's longer :))