Impossible ↠Drarry

Chapter Thirty-Six

Merry late Christmas? Yes. Should've posted a Christmas special but was lazy.
Also, sherlock season 4 is out in a few days!
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Chapter Thirty-Six

Draco's throat was tight, swollen almost. He couldn't swallow. He was holding back tears, his throat cramped. He didn't Dare to look at Harry- he knew he'd regret it.

Regret. He's filled with it. He regrets putting Harry in danger. Regrets dating him. Draco swallows, it hurts. Selfish. He knew better. He was selfish to put Harry in danger. He was selfish to Date him.

"Wait, we're missing someone." Lucius sings.

Draco's stomach drops.

As if on cue Astoria pops in. Smiling brightly. Happily. "Hello, Lucius~!" She sings.

Draco clenches his jaw, how dare she.
He couldn't believe that a person could be smiling- Be happy- while two people in front of her were in pain.

He snuck a  look at Harry- chanced it- but he immediately regretted it. He new he would.
Harry wasn't looking up. He was looking down. His hair covering his face- hiding his face from Draco.
Hiding his thoughts.

Was he also regretting it? Dating me? An ex-Death Sater? Did he hate me? Despise me?

Draco swallowed thickly, focused back on his father. He glared. If looks could kill...
But Lucius was unfazed, smiling, even. Didn't flinch. He knew better. Knew Draco didn't have his wand. Knew he couldn't hurt him.

"So, Potter," Harry looked up at the use of his name; his glare hard, "How long have you been sneaking around with my son?"

Harry scoffed, "I'd hardly call it-" He cut himself off, thinking better of it, "...A week."

He lied. Doesn't want me to get in trouble.

"Huh, I could've sworn it was longer than that." He stood up, slowly walking around his desk- towards Harry. As if he's the predator, and Harry is the prey; his cane in his hand.

Finally, he gets to him. His index finger and thumb caressed his chin, making his head tilt up. Making Harry look at him in the eyes.

He then moved his hand to caress Harry's cheek, causing anger to fuel inside Draco.

"Don't touch him." Draco ordered, venom dripping off his words.

Lucius looks at Draco, smiling, "as you wish." He took a step back and pulled his wand out.

Draco's stomach clenches, I know what he's going to do.

"Crucio!"

Harry immediately fell the the ground, the binding around his wrist slipping off, allowing him to clutch his stomach in pain. He curled up in a fetal position, his eyes jammed shut.

"Stop it!" Draco yelled, trying to get his hands out of the binds. He can't. It's useless. They're too strong.

Draco watched- hopless, helpless- as the pain intensifies. Harry is screaming. His breath shortening- he's struggling to breath. His jaw is clenched. He's trying to hold it in. To withstand it.

"Leave him alone!" Draco cried out once more- to no avail. Lucius ignored him.
He enjoys it.

Tears spring to Draco's and streak his cheeks. "Stop! Please!" Draco begged, he sink to his knees. He's forced to watch his boyfriend get tortured by the hands of his own father. His blood.

"Lucius. That's enough." Narcissa hisses. The only person who could talk Lucius out of something- sometimes.

He flicked his wand up, Harry instantly gasping for air. His muscles relaxed as he attempted to even out his breaths. He's still laid In a fetal position, his hands still on his stomach, his eyes closed. As if he's hoping- praying- this is a nightmare.

"Well. That was fun." Lucius sighs, content. He looks over to Draco.

He walks to Draco, each step he takes causing Draco to cower back more.
Draco can feel Harry's eyes on him now. He hasn't moved. He's too exhausted.

Draco kept his eyes on the ground, his head sunk down like my mother's. He braces himself for a hit. It comes; hard. He slaps his cheek.
I've had worse.

Loose strands of hair fall over Draco's eyes. Hiding them.

"Astoria, dear." Lucius called, not looking up from Draco, "what do you think we should do with them?"

There's a pause. Silent. Harry shifts.

"Obliviate one- preferably Draco." She replied, "then he'll date me willingly. Him forgetting Harry would cause Harry to suffer, yes? We both get what we want. I get Draco, you get a straight son, and you get to see Harry Potter suffer."

Draco looked up, his eyes pleading.

"I think that's a good idea."

He stepped back, un-binding Draco's hands, "I'll allow you two four minutes alone."

Instantly Draco crawled over to Harry, watching as everyone leaves the room.

"Draco," Harry cups Draco's cheek with one hand- his voice hoarse.
He's still laying on the floor. He's still so weak.

"Hey... I'm so..." Draco's voice cracks, "I'm so sorry." Tears fall down his cheeks, "I'm such an idiot... I shouldn't of dated you... I should've stayed away..." sobs racked his body.

"Hey... Draco... I'm fine. You're fine."

Draco shook his head, "I'm not... I'm going to forget you..."

"I'll get your memory back." He promised, "I will."

Draco swallowed, nodding; allowing himself to fill up with false hope.
He planted a kiss on Harry's forehead.

"I'm so sorry." Draco whispered.

Draco paused. There wasn't long until my father came back. He took a breath.

"Harry, I love you. I really, truly, love you. You're the best thing that's happened to me in this hell of a life. And I appreciate you immensely."

Harry smiled up at him, his eyes brightening, "I love you, too."

Not even two seconds later Lucius waltzed in.

He forced Draco to his feet.
Draco didn't bother trying to run.
In a way, he felt he was saving Harry. He knew if he went through with this, he'd be safe. Unharmed.

So he sat there. Waiting for Lucius to erase his memory.

He clutched onto all the memories he shared with Harry.
The room of requirement. Christmas. Their dorms. Everything.
His last thought, before hearing that dreadful spell, was their last moment.

'I love you, too.'

"Obliviate!"