Draco Malfoy Imagines

I Don't [Pt. 1]

Okay guys I actually cried while writing that last one, no joke. I was just not feeling it that day and thought I'd write a sad imagine. That's the saddest thing I could muster.
Also like I said once how I got 68 notifs. Well this morning I got 69. Thank you, my sick mind can be as rest now. I just read all of the comments. I didn't reply to any, though, I just wanted to watch y'all suffer ;)
Well anyway, here's another. Enjoy and stay sexy, my lovelies! ^-^

Thank you to Acio_Books for helping me with this chapter idea! Glad to have met someone last year with the same interests as me!

(Trigger warning!)

 [Your PoV]

I watch as the platinum haired boy scurries off down the hall. I quickly chase after him, discretely, though.

He pushes open the boys bathroom doors and runs inside, still not noticing my presence. I stand outside the door, eyeing the chipping paint.

Should I go inside?
I can't, it's the boys bathroom.
But it's the middle of the night. After hours.
Who else would be in here?

"Hello? Who's down there?!" I hear Mr. Filches voice echo down the hall, followed by a mew of Mrs. Norris. Without a second thought, I silently enter the boys bathroom, not wanting to be caught.

"Mrs. Norris where did you see them go?" He asks his cat as he stands directly outside the bathroom door. I heart pounds as I walk a little further away from the door. "Down there? Okay quick, lets go." His croaky voice demands and I hear the footsteps slowly disappear.

Stupid cat.

I then turn around and look into the boys bathroom. It's no different to the girls one. That's when I hear faint sobs. I slowly wander closer to the sound. That's when I see the familiar platinum haired boy I was chasing earlier leaning over a basin. I walk closer and watch as his shoulders heave as he lets out tears.

"Draco." I whisper so quietly I was sure he couldn't hear. But he did anyway.

He whips his head around and his eyes widen as he sees me. "(Y-Y/n)! W-what are you d-doing... here?" He stammers. That's when I notice something else. Something I wish I never laid my eyes upon.

His wrists are scared with pure blood dripping from them. I then see a razor hanging loosely from his index finger and thumb as though it were a cigarette.

"Draco..."

"Why are you here!? You're not meant to be here!" His yells take me by surprise but that doesn't stop me from walking closer. "Go away!" He screams, yet his vice still wobbles. Tears slip from his eyes.

"W-why?" I ask looking him in the eye with concern.

[Draco's PoV]

That look. I-I've never seen it before. Her orbs are full of... concern, care... hurt? Why is she hurt? Is it because of me?

I can see no traces of ager in her eyes. I hear love laced into her words. Weaved so tightly it's almost not there. Her (E/c) are layered with so much concern. She practically radiates worry.

"I-I..." I gulp as I soften my look on her, no longer wanting to intimidate her as she might leave me.

"You what, Draco?" Her voice is so soft. I've never heard someone sound so approachable, as if the sound of her angelic voice could engulf me and warm me. "Talk to me." She walks closer to me and I back away further into the sink.

"I..." That's when I remember. That's when it all floods my mind. That's when I couldn't hold it back anymore. I break down in front of (Y/n). I drop the blood covered razor and fall to the floor. I lean against a wall and burry my face in my knees.

I let out all my tears and emotion. Not another second passes as I feel warmth. I look up slightly and see (Y/n) holding me. She's in an awkward position leaning over me like that, but I guess she's just trying to comfort me.

"Talk whenever you're ready." She whispers, calming me down a bit. "Even if it's not today."

I want it to be today. Now. I want to finally tell someone. I need to talk to someone.

"I-I... I just want to be... loved..." I whisper, my voice cracking.

"But Draco, you are." I shake my head.

"Loved like Harry is. Loved like Hermione and Ron are. Loved like everyone else. I want... friends. I want a normal family." I shrug. "I-I admit... I am slightly j-jealous of scar head. I see him laughing with his friends all the time and I couldn't help but imagine myself being in that position." A long sigh escapes my lips as (Y/n) pulls away to look me in the eye.

I wipe a tear away from my eye and hide my wrists from her as I know it pains her to see me like this.

"I-I'm sorry..." I whisper, but (Y/n) just shakes her head.

"Don't be Draco." She wipes a tear away from my cheek. "I'm sorry you feel this way."

I sigh again. "I'm just... the kid who everyone hates. And I wanna change that but... we can't change that easily."

"Yes we can. People change easily all the time."

"Yeah but I can't change their minds!" I don't want to raise my voice at (Y/n), but I can't help it. I'm frustrated. Not at her. At myself.

"Well... make them..." She whispers. "Can I tell you a secret, Draco?" I nod eagerly and look up at her. "I love you." She whispers and my eyes widen. "And I can help you. I-If you want me to?"

I smile and nod. "Y-yeah actually... that would help a lo-Mm" I'm cut off when a pair of lips crashes onto mine.

I push my legs down and (Y/n) straddles my legs as she deepens the kiss and I let her. Her hands trace up my chest and hold my face.

I go to move my hands to her hips but... I'm scared to get blood on her. I flinch my hands back as her leg grazes my wrist causing it to sting. She pulls away instantly.

"Lets get this cleaned up, shall we?"

x-X-x

We're in her room and she's pulled out a box with bandages and shit. She cleans up my wrists and I hiss in pain. I see her wince as she applies some sort of antiseptic then begins to wrap my wrists.

"I'm sorry you have to see this." She looks up at me confused and I nod down to my wrists. "And me... I'm sorry you had to see me like that. I-I just... when no one's around I just... kinda..." She once again doesn't let me finish my sentence as she silences me with another kiss which I gladly return.

I smile as she pushes me back on the bed. "It's okay, Draco. We all have our good and bad times." She smiles warmly at me. "You can always talk to me, okay? I'll listen."

"Oh yeah, there's something else I didn't tell you..." I trail off and her eyes widen, sitting up. I do, too.

"What? What's up, talk to me?" I chuckle at her eagerness to help me. I make sure my voice is quiet and low as I tell her what I forgot to say in the bathroom;

"I love you, too."

 I didn't edit, sorry.