✨ #dhr ✨ 6th year
TW: Self harm
He didn’t hear the footsteps. Didn’t notice the door creak open. Didn’t feel her eyes on him, watching, waiting. He was too lost in the pain—savouring it, controlling it.
TW: Self harm
He didn’t hear the footsteps. Didn’t notice the door creak open. Didn’t feel her eyes on him, watching, waiting. He was too lost in the pain—savouring it, controlling it.
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He yanked his arm away, turning his tear-streaked face from her. He didn’t want her pity.
He was a Malfoy, and he didn’t need anyone.
He was a Malfoy, and he had a family to protect.
He was Draco, and he was so fucking scared.
“Leave, Granger… please, just leave,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
She was the only thing holding him together. The only reason he was still here.
“Let me heal you.”
“It’s just a scratch,” he muttered, hiding the bleeding wound further.
“It doesn’t look like it,” she countered, voice stubborn as ever. “Sweetheart, please. Talk to me.”
“Well, I am,” she interrupted firmly. “And I’m not leaving. Not now, not ever.”