The Boy Who Had No Choice Imagines

Obliviate

A/N: The picture is not mine, I found it on pinterest and came up with a story behind it. Chat is cat in french. Draco is originated from a French family, so my pet names and other terms are in french.

"Draco, please, you don't have to do this. I love you. It will be okay I promise." You glance at the boy you have come to love over the years and wince inwardly at the whining in your voice. He sobs, it racking his entire body and glaces at you pitifully.

"Y/N, I can't. I have no choice, what the Dark Lord says goes. If I don't he will kill them! He will kill them and you and Merlin, I can't lose you. I can't..." He breaks down even harder and shakes his head, his platinum locks glinting in the moonlight. You fall to your knees in front of him, reaching up to touch his arms. He collapses beside you, raking his hands through his hair, wand dropped and discarded. Your hands find his shoulders as you move closer, brushing your lips across his forehead and whispering the "I love you"s that seemed to keep you rooted to the spot. He closes his eyes and sighs heavily.

"Draco, please, there has to be another way. To be safe, to have a life. Please," you plead with your blonde Slytherin, hoping, wishing for a chance to stay with him for the rest of your life. He breathes in your scent, for what felt like a last time and stands, stopping to grab his wand.

"I'm doing this because I love you, and I can't lose you. When this hell has passed I will come and find you. I love you, my little chat. Death is not for you, and neither is my parting with it. I will fix this when it's over."

You ponder over his words, confused, but before you could ask, he sobs out a dreaded word that changes everything.

"Obliviate."