Draco Malfoy Imagines

Backstabbed pt. 5

(Thank you @UnspeakableVow for giving me some great inspo xoxo)

(Draco's day-by-day pov)

February 5

They've kept her in the Hogwarts hospital for a very long time now.
Many doctors & nurses have visited,
but none have left bearing any good news.
No one knows it was me. Knowing that I've seriously harmed her is driving me crazy.

I just want her to be alright.

I NEED her to be alright.
I don't think I can live if she dies.

February 12

I ask Madame Pomfrey if there is any good news to be heard.
"My dear, I'm sorry. I don't believe there's anything else anyone can do for her."
She says.

Feb 14

I walk down the hallway towards Potions class.

y/n's chair is empty, as it has been for weeks.

"Turn your books to page 200."
Professor Snape says.

How convenient. We're studying love potions.
If only they actually worked.
I raise my hand.

"Excuse me, Professor? Could I use the lavatory?" I ask.

Snape's snare penetrates through your skull, as if he can read your mind.
Then he rolls his eyes.

"If you absolutely cannot wait Mr. Malfoy."
He replies.

I walk to up to the infirmary.
Y/n lays there, still as can be.

"I'm very sorry Draco. I know it must be painful to see a loved one in such a state."
Dumbledore's calm voice speaks.

I don't say anything, but just stand there and look down at her face.
She's beautiful, even like this.

Suddenly the machine beside her bed starts making loud sharp noises.
Y/n's body starts to shake.
"What's happening?!" I ask in a panicked state. Dumbledore looks worried and calls for Madame Pomfrey.

"Her vitals are dropping." the old witch says as she frantically tries to help y/n.
Nurses file into the room and I'm pushed out.

Feb 15

An hour ago y/n was pronounced brain-dead.

(Later)

"I know she must mean a lot to you."
The visiting doctor says to me as I stare out the hospital window.

"But her parents have been notified, and they agree that it's best to pull the plug.
There's nothing else anyone can do for her."

I look down at her face for the last time.

I stand up and walk out of the room.

I run to the side of the Dark Forest and walk to where the willow trees grow.
As I sit down on the soft grass and stare at the opening to our secret place, my eyes water as I realize that y/n might've been sitting right beside me, if it wasn't for my recklessness.
I slam my fist into the ground next to me and stand up in a hurry, full of anger and regret.

Furiously, I take out my wand and send a poison hex towards the willow tree.

The trunk starts to die.

The blackness slowly trails through the roots, up the trunk, and finally kills all of the beautiful leaves.

It's dead.

I stand there with my arm & wand still extended as the pain and sorrow courses through my body at an alarming rate.
My chest racks with sobs.

She's gone.

(Tears. So yeah that's pretty much what happened. I think I'll add one more part (which is rly sad too) but yeah I thought I'd use this as kind of a head-canon on one way in which Draco started becoming influenced by the Dark Lord.)