His Eyes (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Chapter 14

Friday. Today is the day. Today is the day Draco has to make it all happen. He has assured me he knows what he's going to do, but he won't tell me what no matter how much I plead. He has made me promise I'll stay hidden, so I told him I'm going to stay at Hagrid's. Hagrid won't be there, and breaking in will take no more than a little spell. He's made me promise I'll stay there with the door locked and guarded with various charms, no matter what I may see or hear. I don't like the sound of that. At all. But to calm his nerves after the clear worry I saw in his eyes, I had promised. A promise that I fully intend to break if I sense he is in any sort of trouble.

My last class of the day ends and I grab my books and put them in my bag and walk out the door. I must skip dinner and go straight to Hagrid's, Draco's orders. I have a few sandwiches in my bag, I'll be fine. As long as Draco is as calm and collected as possible, I'm okay. As I make my way through the halls, I have a horrible feeling that consumes my entire body. Much worse than any pit in my stomach I've ever experienced. This is the start. The start of a war. Dumbledore is going to die. Harry is meant to die.
... Draco...
No. He'll be fine.
He will. He has to.
I finally reach Hagrid's hut and unlock it, then walk it. It smells musty, but nothing I can't handle. I lock the door behind me and then place various charms on the doors and windows to keep anything that might want to get in, out. I set my bag down and pull out a sandwich and sit on the couch. The room is cold. I gaze over at the empty fireplace and think about starting a fire, but decide against it, not wanting to draw any kind of attention or let anyone know someone is here. I keep the lights off aswell, just to be safe. I find an old tattered blanket on the end of the couch. This will do. I curl up and try to think about anything except who I might be losing tonight. Anything but that. I eventually doze off to sleep...

"Draco...
You are no assassin."
I know that voice. That's Dumbldore. But where is it coming from? Why is it so dark? Where am I?
"How do you know what I am? I've done some things that would shock you."
Draco? I hear him. But I can't find him. Where is he? He sounds so upset. I need to help him. Suddenly it feels as if I'm falling. All the words Draco and Dumblore speak are suddenly muffled. Then I land with a painless THUMP onto a cold floor. I can see now. I am laying next to Harry, but he can't see me. I look up to where he's looking and see Draco standing above us, his wand unsteadily pointed at none other than Albus Dumbldore. He is fighting a losing battle with his tears.
"Here's a go. I once knew a boy who made all the wrong choices." No. You're wrong. It's not his fault. I try to scream, but I find I can't make any noise at all. My mouth won't even move, almost like it's sewn shut.
"Please let me help you."
"I don't want your help! Don't you understand? I have to do this. I have to kill you. Or he's gonna kill me." He's trying so hard not to cry. I just want to hold him. I try to reach up to touch him, and everything goes black again. I hear more muffled noises

I see a bright green light.

I jolt out of my frightful slumber, sweat coating my forehead. Oh, I was sleeping. But it felt so real. What if it was? What was that light? Oh no. Draco. I have to help him. I get up, frantically locating my wand, which turns out to be in my pocket. I pull it out in a panic and remove all of the charms, then dash out of the door. I sprint towards the school as fast as I can. Something isn't right. I can feel it. That's when I see it. Something falling. No. Someone. Someone is falling. I keep running in the direction of the person falling to their death, quietly begging whoever might be listening that it's not Draco. Or Harry. Or Dumbledore. The body hits the ground. I can almost make out who it is...

No.