it's funny how y'all think i was horny because i'm gonna be having my period, Y'ALL REALLY THOUGHT AHAHAHAH nah, man, nah 😂 i only get horny when i read hardcore smut fanfics like the one i wrote, those are only SOME of my kinks
anyways, mariaEllen776 gave me this idea but imma write it with what i have in mind, thank you for the inspiration and enjoy! have fun! 🥺
⛔ trigger warning, y'all ⛔ temporary major character death, suicide attempt, mention of blood, angst with a happy ending, mentions of rape yeah
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It was dead silent from the light side.
Everyone was frozen in shock, eyes towards the one familiar horrifyingly limp figure in Hagrid's arms.
He could feel his heart dropped to the ground along with Hogwarts' ruins.
Potter, he whispered in his head, legs feeling like jelly. It couldn't be... His eyes teared up before it moved towards the Dark Lord's gleeful figure.
"Harry Potter is dead!"
Somehow, that laughter in the evil wizard's voice made it so real and much worse. His chest clenched tightly, trying to fight back his sobs.
"NO!" Ginny Weasley ran forward but her father pulled her back.
"Foolish little girl," the Dark Lord grinned.
Flashes of memory that he kept tight and secured were running loose in his mind. Every single scene that Harry was in, even though it was filled with hatred made a throwback. It was the only way to get him to look at me, Draco had once thought. He wouldn't even know I existed if I didn't try to have his attention on me.
For six years I've been in love with you, Potter. I had never thought I'd be losing you to Death. I had hoped that you would win this war once and for all.
As if a Dementor was sucking his soul, he felt lifeless and empty, tired of it. He remembered the phantom touch of the Dark Lord on his back and his sides. He shuddered involuntarily. Do I have to go back to that kind of life now? he asked. Serving him with my body?
"Draco!" Father called for him from the other side. Fear gripped his entire being as everyone's eyes of all colours looked at him including the red eyes he hated so much. "Draco," Mother called this time, calmly. "Come."
His figure hunched slightly as he walked, knowing everyone from the Light side hated him for walking. He couldn't not go to his mother.
Halfway through, he was stopped by the Dark Lord, who smiled at him, looking very pleased. "Good job, My Love," he said and Draco's hands started shaking so bad that anyone could see how his wand was twitching. He closed his eyes to breathe, trying not to panic and get himself killed in the process.
"Once we're done, we'll celebrate, darling. Just the two of us, my beautiful lover," he said, grinning, touching his chin with the Elder Wand.
Draco paled immediately at the words. He could see his parents' rigid figure. They didn't know. They didn't know the Dark Lord had touched him, tainted him. His secret was out for everyone to hear. Now everyone knew he was no longer pure. He was so disgusted with himself that he was gonna vomit right there.
His magic was starting to thrash around violently, unable to calm himself down as rage, humiliation, disgust, despair and disappointment surrounded him and he gripped his wand tight.
"Please," Draco said as he turned his head to the side with a soft smile that no one had ever seen before. Voldemort looked confused for a moment. He looked straight at Ron and Hermione, tears of pain and numbness trailed down his face. "Please make it out alive. Please tell Harry that I..."
