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draco dating a hufflepuff girl in the same year as him.
*requested
Draco’s sixth year at Hogwarts comes in a succession of black and blue, the shape of a Mark, a branding, a death sentence, stitched into the capillaries of his arm.
The gossamer ribbon of his lungs slips through his rib cage and swirls around the notches of his esophagus till he’s choking on the silent screams.
Because loving her is a dangerous thing.
A tricky thing.
A deadly thing.
For she’s now a pawn in the Dark Lord’s game, all muddled blood, and impure veins.
He feels like Icarus falling for the sea, can taste the foam in his lungs, on his tongue, shards of salt lacerating the walls of his once beating heart.
And he cannot breathe, cannot swallow, cannot see, no, not as she’s standing behind him more ghost than girl, ankles buried beneath more truths than lies, tears staining the rim of her cathedral-glass eyes.
“Draco,” she whispers, and it sounds like a hymn, a chorus of angels screaming, crashing, burning, falling from heaven, falling for devils.
He’s never heard something quite so tragic.
“I’m sorry,” he replies, almost laughs at the irony.
The Mark, the blood, the truth, the lies.
He wonders if this is what it feels like to die.
With a girl - the girl - by his side, eyes wide, lips swollen and tinged with a hint of Botticellian pink.
“I’m not leaving.”
“Please, he’ll kill you, he’ll kill us all.”
A strand of hair catches in her lashes as she shakes her head adamantly.
“Like you said, he’ll kill us all. At least I’ll be by your side when I die.”
She twines their fingers together and knots their knuckles in a manner that reminds Draco vaguely of a promise.
He thinks he wants to hold her hand forever, wants to memorize each slope and curve and jut of her tender, porcelain bones.
Because loving her is like Russian Roulette.
A game, a chance, a dangerous thing.
She folds her arms behind his neck, brings her lips close, close, close till they’re closest.
“I’m not leaving,” she says, again.
Again, again and again.
And yellow never was so beautiful.