You and Draco have been dating for years, you loved him. Of course you loved him. You showed him the type of love he deserved, he'd never not felt loved with you. You were his girl, he never let anyone forget it, everyone knew who he was dating.

You were the only one, ever, well besides his mother, that he was soft with. You never made him feel like a burden, he was always enough for you, even in the times he felt worthless to his father. He loved you, he did. Deeply. He was in love with you.

It was 6th year, you had noticed a change in him, the way he was with his friends was different, even with you. He was still affectionate and gentle but there was a guardedness to him now, one you've never seen before.

In reality, over the summer he had become a Death Eater, based on his father forcing him to be one, it wasn't his choice. He never told you what he had become because he hates it himself and the single thought of you hating him for it was one of his biggest fears. He was starting to push you away because he didn't want to put you through the darkness of his life. If you got hurt because of him, he'd never forgive himself.

One Day, you were in his dorm. You decided to ask him about it, the guardedness. You asked politely, sweetly, like you usually do. But he was the one that nearly blew up, he got defensive. It turned into a small argument, to which, he just began to push you away further.

“I don't love you anymore.” Draco spoke, he hated saying that. Because those words couldn't be further from the truth. In fact, this whole small argument probably just made him love you more. So, the minute those words left his mouth he immediately regretted them, especially after he saw the pain etched on your face. He hates that he had hurt you, he despised himself for it.