Our Addiction || Draco Malfoy x Reader

next time, okay?

Pansy pov:

I can't collect my thoughts. We are about to destroy Hogwarts. Well, I'm not. But they are.

How can I just stand back and watch?

How can I pretend I haven't noticed the small hickeys on Draco's jaw that aren't from me?

I never expected them to stay away from each other. I could only hope, but after seeing them I figured it really is too late to dig deeper into it.

Draco might not even be alive later.

Y/n might not even be alive later.

Draco is about to become a murderer. I can't focus on a silly girl.

"What will Theo be doing tonight?" I ask.

He can't get hurt.

I haven't said goodbye. He hasn't even let me manage a word to him in two months.

How is it that easy for him? I miss his laugh. I miss his smile. I miss his fucking touch. I didn't think it could be true. I mean, I love Draco. I will never not love Draco.

But I need Theo.

He can't get hurt.

Draco answers sarcastically and abruptly and turns away from the mirror, "He'll stay safe. No need to worry."

I stare up at him.

"This isn't a joke. I need to know where to hide and if I'll ever see any of you again." My lip quivers.

He brings his right hand up to my cheek where he pats twice until he pushes me out of the doorway.

His left hand shakes uncontrollably on his other side.

"If I survive I'll be sure to send a postcard."

"And Theo?"

Draco rolls his eyes. "Well, of course."

"And Blaise?"

"What do you care about Blaise?" He snaps.

I grit through my teeth, "Where do I hide?"

His eyes stare into the ground for moments, thinking.

He probably already has Y/n across the country by now.

"The library." He raises his eyebrows amused, "Right in the spot where you and Theo used to fuck."

We never did anything but talk there.

But he's right. That's where I feel safe. Maybe Theo might even show up there. I can keep him safe there.

"Perfect."

Draco grabs his wand from the bed and examines it clearly. With a another couple looks he twists it around in his fingers. As if it felt unfamiliar.

Just as he turns to go I grab his right arm. If he loved me back this would be where I kissed him goodbye. Where we would both hold each other in hopes to disappear completely from this mess.

But I don't.

I force a smile, "Don't die on me, Draco."

"If only I was that lucky."

"Tell Theo where I will be, even if he doesn't care. Tell him that if he gets a chance to go there." I plead.

"I'll try."

And then he's gone.

Out of my grasp. I'm standing alone in his doorway in my Slytherin uniform as if being a Slytherin will mean anything but dishonor and untrustworthiness if we lose. Or even if we win.