The Boy Who Had No Choice Imagines

Rogue Death Eaters

A/N: idea is owned by me, you belong to yourself, and the glorious Draco Lucius Malfoy belongs to the queen of fantasy herself. And (Y/S/N) means your surname.

Draco couldn't take it anymore. He was tired of being stuck on the wrong side. He had been keeping in contact with members of the Order, mainly through Snape. He huffed, annoyed, waiting impatiently. He was leaving, and he was taking you with him, if you would hurry up.

"Good Merlin, (Y/S/N), you take longer than Parkinson, and she's a pug. If you're leaving with me, then hurry up!" You chuckle at the surly Slytherin, knowing he loved you too much to leave you. You come out of the bathroom quickly, kissing the blonde's cheek and sauntering around the room. You heard him mutter, something that sounded along the lines of seducing vixen, and grabbed the needed objects, smirking as you come back to him.

"Alright, let's go."

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Spells were being shot everywhere as you and Draco maneuvered around trees, trying to frantically get to headquarters. You were having a tougher time than Draco, being caught up in making sure he was close and that you kept your wand, but this was tough for you, and it sure wasn't your forte running around in circles.

"Hey, I think we lost them." His words brought you out of a revere that you hadn't noticed you slipped in. "Lets rest for a bit." He stops at a wide oak tree, patting the ground that he sat at. You shake your head in amusement and settle next to him.

"Draco? What made you change your mind about this?" You point to the mark branding you as a slave to the Dark Lord. The blonde sighed and passed a hand over his eyes tiredly. Looking closer you could see what the hell and chaos had some to him. He was thinner, bruises under his steely grey eyes, and a thin set of his stone cold jaw. You remembered when he was more joyful, more open and carefree, before he was sucked into the vortex of pain, sorrow and fear.

"I don't think you would love me anymore afterwords, (Y/S/N). Just stuff it. The Dark Lord only kept me because I was willing to do anything to protect anyone." You snuggle closer to your beloved Slytherin, and he relaxes enough to let you rest.

"It was my bastard of a father that started this. Merlin, I worshipped him. Wanted his attention, wanted him to love me. Hell, I would even take a ' good work, son' if he gave it to me. He got it stuck in my head that He was the right one, the right way. And I was stupid enough to believe him. Damn, I was an idiot. I thought I was doing the right thing." By now he was stiffling sobs, and you couldn't stop his pity. You grabbed his shoulders and losses him forcefully.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy. There is no way in hell I'm going anywhere. Now come on. Your aunt is waiting." He chuckled and stood with you, kissing your hand.

"Merlin, I love you, (Y/N)."