F O R B I D D E N L O V E - Draco Malfoy x Daisy Diggory

broken

TW: Emotional Content & Mentions Of Abusive Parents- please read at your own safety ♡︎♡︎

pov of daisy diggory
"Dayday, why you look beautiful this evening," Draco cups my face with his cold, bare hands, placing a soft peck on my forehead. I look down to my terrifying mess I happen to call an outfit. I was still wearing my black school skirt along with a random pink V-neck sweater, with a messy bun and some mascara freckled around my eyes.

"You're kidding?" I scoff.

"Why of course not, you look best when you're dressed down," my face warms up at his remark. He throws his arm around my waist and starts walking me down the staircase that leads to my commons.

"Where are you taking me tonight?" I joke, slightly resting my head on his arm.

"I'm not actually sure," he exclaims, making our way back to the main hallways, "we just- go."

"I like that," I reply, turning to face him. I place my hand onto his fare skin and slightly rub his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans into my hand.

"You're too good to me Daisy," he places his hand onto mine and kisses it. I notice a realization, or change in his expression before he says, "There's something I'm keeping from you, about my family, but I can't tell you here. Follow me."

He takes my hand that he's still holding and tugs, pushing me forward. I follow him to an abandoned hallway, not a person in sight. He takes me to a bench, and sets me down.

"I want you to trust me, I am not him, okay?" he adjusts to face me and takes hold of both my hands. "My family, have I ever spoken of them?"

"Briefly."

"I see," he looks down to our hands, "you know V-... Voldemort." I hold my breath, but shake my head. He chews on his lip and looks back to me. "My father, he isn't a good person, not one bit." There's worry and fear plastered on his face. "He's- he's abused me, beat me, before and-," his weary voice stops speaking. He was trying to hold back emotion.

"Draco, there's no need to hide anything, continue, I'm listening, I'm hear for you."

A tear rolls down his cheek, and I wipe it with my thumb. Draco takes a deep breath, then continues, "No one knows about his abuse, not even Blaise." I nod, showing I'm still actively listening.

"You see, my father and I used to get along quite well until near the end of last year, he was always gone, and that's when the abuse started. Every wrong thing I did, a beating. Every failed test a beating. Every god. damn. fucking. screw up. a beating." He could hardly contain himself. His hands were tightly squeezing mine.

I couldn't even begin to imagine the pain he feels, the fear. His own father, abusing him. What kind of bull shit is this? This young boy that I truly think I love is hurt, and I can't do anything to erase the pain. I could offer to obliviate him, but that doesn't prevent Lucius from hurting him more. I can't erase his pain.

Draco's breath was shaky, but he sat silent, starring at our hands, grasping hard. He was angry, broken, disappointed.

I couldn't help but think about the pain I would feel if my father did such a thing to me. Your father is supposed to be someone you trust, not someone you fear.

I scooted closer and wrapped my arms around him. He began to cry harder and harder. He awkwardly sat in my grasp until finally threw his arms around me as well. His head rested into the crook of my neck. I let him fall deeper into my arms, and he wept. He cried so hard he was gasping for air. I couldn't help but cry as well. My baby had been broken.