Torture (D.L.M)

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→Acc: What's life without a little risk?

→Character: Draco Malfoy

"You know all I want is to keep you safe, right?" Draco whispered in your ear as he sat beside you in the armchair, across the room from his father

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"You know all I want is to keep you safe, right?" Draco whispered in your ear as he sat beside you in the armchair, across the room from his father. You nodded, "I know." "There are things... things I can't control. And if they hurt you... if they.." he breathed out shakily, "if they even.. kill you... I couldn't forgive myself." You rested your hands across his, gently squeezing them reassuringly.

"Everything will be okay, Draco. Trust me on this one. We've already been through so much, and we're going to get through everything else," you kissed his cheek as you rested your head on his chest.

"As soon as this is over, I'm going to marry you. You know that?" He spoke, eyes fixed on the diamond that shone on your ring finger. As a smile stretched across your face, you said, "I can't wait."

You reached up, aiming to kiss him when the doors flew open, making you jump back. Draco's hands intertwined with yours as Lucius' voice cuts through the air with his usual drawl, "What is the meaning of this?"

Your eyes scan from Narcissa - who seemed to be leading the group - to Fenrir Greyback (whom you didn't take a liking to) to the Snatchers behind him, to three oddly familiar figures held as captives.

"They've got Potter," Narcissa said, in a tone much different to the calm and loving one you were used to hearing.

Your eyes widen a little, as you take in the appearances of Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, and a boy with a distorted face, that you assumed was Harry Potter.

"Draco, come here."

You felt Draco raise from the chair, his fingers slowly, reluctantly pulling away from yours. Greyback shoved Harry into the light, as Draco made his way over.

Draco didn't want to be here, to be doing this. You could tell. If his facial expression didn't scream 'help' then you didn't know what did.

"Well, Draco? Is it Harry Potter?" Lucius said, his voice not even attempting to hide the excitement he felt.

Draco's whole demeanour was a sure sign that he was scared. You knew, though he hated Potter, he wouldn't want to be the one to blame for his demise.

"I'm not sure," Draco said, his gaze resting on you instead of Harry.

"Look at him carefully! Draco, if we are the ones who hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiv-"

"We won't be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope, Mr Malfoy?" Greyback interrupted Lucius, his eyes narrowed and teeth bared.

"Of course not," Lucius said, stepping away from Fenrir, yet his excitement still lacing his words.

You zoned out, playing with your fingers as Draco inched slowly back over to you, clearly wanting, needing to be closer to you.

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