His Eyes (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Chapter 11

I'm sitting in the Slytherin common room studying herbology once again, only this time I'm by myself. I had failed that test miserably. I need to get my grade up, but I'm so distracted with everything right now. It's hard to even imagine focusing on my grades even though I know I need to. Draco has been quite distant the past day or so, and I'm trying to convince myself that he's just been busy. In the back of my head, however, Ron's spiteful words are cutting me deeply. "Just using you for a good shag." His words echo inside my head, causing it to throb. Draco wouldn't do that. He loves me. I rub my temples, clenching my eyes shut, then open them again and try to focus on Hermione's herbology notes. I hear soft footsteps behind me and I jump, turning around quickly to see nothing but darkness. That's when I notice the room has gone dark, the only lighting is my small table lamp. I must have been here for hours. "Wh-who's there?" I whisper shakily. I wait for a response. After a long pause, I here a familiar voice. "Me." Draco. I glance at the clock. 1:24am. "What is God's name are you doing up right now?" I whisper. He steps into the light, and I notice his tears. He's clutching his forearm and his cheeks are damp with his tears. "Oh, Draco." I whisper and walk towards him swiftly, taking him in my arms. He hesitates, then melts into my embrace. After a long moment, I pull away. "What's wrong?" I ask tenderly, wiping a tear softly from his cheek and staring into his eyes. What the hell isn't wrong? The voice in my head answers me, but I ignore it. "I-I can't do it." He finally says after a moment. "I'm scared." He squeaks out in a barley audible tone, and hangs his head. "They want me to let all of the Death Eaters in after I kill Dumbledore. Voldemort..." He pauses momentarily to take a deep breath, then looks back up at me. "Voldemort is going to kill Potter." I gasp and my hand clasps over my mouth. A few small tears roll down my cheeks before I embrace Draco once more. "Why are they doing this to you? And to Harry?" I cry out. He doesn't answer but squeezes me tighter to him. We stay this way for a few moments, until we've both relaxed a little. He pulls away to look at me but still keeps his arms around me. "What do I do?" He whispers softly, his eyes searching mine for an answer. If he does what they say, Hogwarts will be ruined and I'll lose Harry and Dumbledore. If he doesn't listen, I'll lose him. I want to be able comfort him. I want to be able to tell him what is the right thing to do. I want to be able to say everything will be okay. But one must never tell lies, so I answer him with the only honest response I have;

"I really don't know."