sacrifices pt.2

library

after the conversation we had in the common room, i couldn't sleep at all.
draco didn't deserve this. at all.

dracos pov
6:00 am.
today's the day. i'm letting the death eaters in.
holy fuck i cannot do this.
i didn't even tell y/n..

y/n's pov
6:12 am
i tossed and turned, trying to get even a little bit of sleep.
fucking hell, draco. you're like a devil, but an angel, too.

lucifer; a glorified angel, a sinister demon.

why couldn't you have resisted, draco?
why did you have to do this?
we're going to die.

dracos pov
6:28 am
i cant sleep.

third person pov
draco got up from his bed, wearily. something about killing his headmaster didn't sit right in his stomach, but he had to do it. he couldn't disappoint his father and the dark lord, for he would be shamed and tortured. like the dark lord said, if he failed, his family would be tortured, too. maybe even killed.
he got dressed into his usual all-black suit.
you can do this, draco. he thought to himself. you've got this. you just have to go through the day until 7:00 pm.
he walked out of the slytherin boys' dorm, and into the library. you'd never find draco malfoy in the library. his reputation would be dented if people thought he was a nerdy book-reading library git. the thought of it alone sent shivers down his spine.
disgusting. he thought, glaring at the mudbloods sitting in the dimly lit room. he stumbled around the room, searching for anything interesting. he ran his blinged up fingers down the spines of old, green books.
'how to focus' a book caught his eye. making sure nobody saw him, he grabbed the book and hid it inside his suit jacket. when it was successfully hidden, he strutted out of the library and up to the astronomy tower.
déja vu washed over draco as he pushed open the heavy wooden door. the door revealed a comforting, familiar staircase. he has remembered when he brought y/n here.
how lovely it is, not having to worry. being childish and carefree. going on silly 'dates' and study breaks.
y/n was his weakness. his breaking point. his reason to wake up every morning and continue on. every time he saw her, she left him standing there, breathless and stunned. she intoxicated his brain with fantasies and dreams, waiting to come true.
hopefully, after the war, the two can run away and have their child in a small cottage away from everyone in sight.
come on, stop thinking about her.
he tried persuading himself to forget about the girl. he was so vulnerable for her. he'd drop to his knees and take orders for her. she'd be the death of him.