Draco Malfoy had spent four weeks with you, trapped in the Muggle world but being in your house, locked up and mistreated. Every day, his mind became a little more corrupted, taking him away from the arrogance and confidence that used to characterize him. Today, he had finally found a chance to escape while you were distracted. With no money or knowledge of the Muggle world, he threw himself into the only option he had left: running.

He ran through unfamiliar streets, his heart racing. Desperation led him to ask a few passersby for help, but his attempts were fruitless. The looks of confusion and rejection only increased his anxiety. Not knowing how to interact with Muggle authority, he soon found himself lost in a park, breathing heavily and with adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

He hid in some bushes, shaking with fear and frustration. The cold of the ground and the branches scratching his skin were nothing compared to the mental torment he was experiencing. Tears began to stream down his face, wiping away the stains of dirt he had accumulated during her frantic escape from him.

Then, he heard footsteps. His heart stopped for a moment, recognizing the familiar sound of your walk. The hope of escape vanished as quickly as it had appeared. When you finally found him, your eyes showed a mix of anger and disappointment.

"Malfoy." you said with a stern voice, approaching the bushes where he was hiding.

Seeing you, Draco's internal struggle broke. The tears flowed more freely and, without a second thought, he launched himself at you, hugging you tightly. His sobs echoed in the cold air of the park, his body shaking not only from the cold, but also from fear and relief combined.

"I can't... I can't take it anymore." He murmured through tears, his face pressed against your chest.