Bad Romance

Love, Draco

-From your POV-

After about an hour of following behind them, I finally saw Violet carefully take the locket off and place it on top of a pet cage at Eyelop's. 

I stealthily made my way over, cloak still up, and began to plan how I was going to grab it and leave quickly. 

As if it were happening in slow motion, I watched as the locket's chain slid in through a hole of the cage. "No no no!" I quietly whispered to myself as I reached one hand out to try and grab it before it fell in the cage. 

My hand was stopped as a powerful fist grabbed my wrist. My heart instant;y stopped and my eyebrows furrowed. My eyes flicked up and my heart and stomach dropped as for the first time in a very long time, my eyes met a deep familiarity. A frightening, familiarity. My heart slowly started beating again, but my stomach hurt so bad from nervousness and anxiety I could've thrown up right there. 

"I paid for that snake, it's not for sale. What do you think you're do-" he was cut off when he saw my face and recognized me. "Y/n??" he asked in confusion.

"Draco,"  I said in a low and almost breathless tone. He looked me up and down and snarled.

"What are you doing?? About to stick your hand into the cage of a snake?? Weren't you just with T-" before he can even finish, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly. He seemed so confused, and even tensed under my touch which actually hurt a little bit, but he had every reason to. And I knew I would have consequences of this, of course I would. I just broke a HUGE rule, but I needed to talk to him. Just this one time. 

"Can we go speak somewhere private please? I need your help Draco, please." I whisper softly. He takes in a deep breath and then his body slightly becomes less dense and he sighs, signalling his agreement. 

"I don't know what in the hell you've gotten yourself into, but come."  he says softly. I pull out of the hug and we just look at each other as he reaches behind me and grabs the top of the cage and turns, waving a hand behind him to signal that I follow him. My cloak and hood stayed on the whole time, so I was sure that nobody else saw it, and I quickly and quietly followed him.

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I was sitting in one of the armchairs of the Malfoy's living room and Draco was sitting in one opposite of me. Now that we were in the privacy of his house, I pulled the hood of my cloak down and Draco looked at me puzzled, still awaiting a confusion. "So, care to explain yet?" he asked somewhat annoyed. Just having him sit in front of me- alive- and in all his Draco-ness made me feel some type of way. I swallowed the hard lump in the back of my throat and inhaled sharply to fight back the tears. I cleared my throat and sat up some. Where do I even start?

"The first thing I need to say to you is that I'm sorry. Like, no, words can't even describe it. I have fucked up so much. Essentially, I've fucked up everything." I tell him. While I have a very small and questionable conscience, the guilt from not properly apologizing to Draco before he died was eating away at it and I hated myself everyday for it. He shakes his head.

"I don't understand, where's all this coming from?" he asks me. I let out a shaky sigh and cleared my throat again.

"Draco, there's so much I want to tell you." which was true; I wanted to tell him everything. About how things between Tom and I quickly went south, how Violet was HIS daughter, how I was on this mission to kill Voldemort, how he died, all of it. But I knew I couldn't do that. I was crossing a line already, telling him any of those about his future would only dig the hole deeper. "But all I can tell you right now is that you absolutely cannot tell anybody you ever spoke to me today. Not a single soul." I tell him calmly. He scoffs and leans back in his chair.