As you pulled away from the kiss, you noticed that his eyes were damp with tears. "What's wrong?" you asked concerned.
"[y/n] I'm scared." he whispered.
"Of what?"
"Of turning evil. I don't want to be like my parents, I don't want to be a death eater, I don't want to hurt you."
Your face softened, "Draco, you could never do anything to hurt me and you know it."
"What if you're wrong?" he asked looking away. "You don't know what they are like."
You sighed and grabbed him by the shoulders, "You're right, I don't know them, but I know you and if I know anything about you it's that if you don't want to do something, no one can make you do it. Besides, I've never seen you as evil. While the rest of the world worshiped Potter, you were always my chosen one."
Draco smiled weakly, "What's a girl like you doing with a guy like me?"
"I don't know, you tell me." you say as you pull him in for another kiss.
