Draco Malfoy imagines

Everything will be ok.

House: doesn't matter
Year: sixth

Draco has been having a rough time recently. Ever since he came back to Hogwarts after getting the mark during the summer his moods have been all over the place constantly.

He's barely ever in lessons, he doesn't sit in the common room with us anymore, he's stopped talking to everyone, he doesn't sit with his friends at meals (if he even decides to come) and I cant help but want to empathise with him.

He's had multiple panic attacks at the most random times. We could be in his dorm taking a break from everything and he will just start to breathe heavily or pace around the room mumbling things to himself.

Right now I was searching the castle for him because I hadn't heard from him since dinner and I knew he wasn't working on the task because he always tells me when he is and kisses me Goodnight because I know I won't see him until the day after.

I had searched practically everywhere: his dorm, the room of requirements, the great hall, the halls but I couldn't find him and I was beginning to worry when one place came into mind.

The astronomy tower.

Of course, he always goes up there to think about things since nobody ever goes up there.

I skipped up the spiral staircase, leading to the top of the tower when I saw the figure of him stood hunched over the railing.

His head was down and he hadn't noticed I was there yet. I slowly took my last step off the stairs and walked over to him at the railing.

He jumped a bit when he saw me but looked away when he realised it was me. His head dropped and I put my hand on his shoulder in a comforting way.

I could tell he was in pain and I felt nothing but sadness and sorrow for him. He finally looked up to meet my gaze and I smiled weakly.

I put my arms around his torso and squeezed him into a tight hug. I knew he needed it by the way he squeezed me back and then I heard the sound of him sobbing into my shoulder.

"It's okay Draco" I whispered, stroking his hair.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly into my neck.

"No Draco. stop saying sorry, okay? You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about. You're not okay and that's okay, I'm here and I want to be there for you" I smiled as he moved his head from my shoulder.

"I'm scared. I didn't want this to happen and I- god I just-"

"I love you Draco, so much and I'm not going anywhere. You're going to get through this task and then Harry and Ron and Hermione will come to save the day and everything will be okay and we can go back to before" I whispered, cutting him off.

He took a deep breath as I wiped his tears away and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love you" he whispered, closing his eyes.

And then our lips touched. It wasn't like one of those hot, steamy kisses or those long passionate ones, it was a short, genuine, soft kiss filled with love and relief.

Draco and I spent most of that night curled up in each other's arms as I drew patterns on his chest and bicep whilst we talked about our future and the things that make us happy as if nothing bad was happening, as if Draco didn't have to kill our headmaster or let death eaters into the castle or as if there wasn't going to be a war in this very castle.

We just enjoyed the presence of each other. We were each other's peace.