Oh.. oh no..

Ever since Snape killed Dumbledore and Voldemort officially returned, things have been like hell.

People screaming in the streets, wizards and witches alike going mad in fear. Muggles being killed and mud bloods tortured. Harry Potter was on the run, with his two other companions, Hermione and Ron.

It was hopeless for everyone except Death Eaters.

The Death Eaters lived in luxury basically. With Voldemort, they killed to their hearts desire, and tortured people for fun. Of course, Malfoy actually knew specifically what everyone was doing, but he tuned them out occasionally. He tuned out the screams.

Yea, Malfoy could care less about the Death Eaters, the only reason he ever listened was because Voldemort would kill him if he didn’t, and Malfoy’s father would be furious.

In fear, Malfoy lived. He may have even spiraled into either depression or madness if you hadn’t been found.

It was like seeing an old friend, even if you and Malfoy used to bicker on and on. There you stood, clothes ragged and hair ruffled.

Malfoy took a hesitant, almost harmless step forward, his wand being put away immediately. He didn’t want to hurt you. He never wanted to hurt you. All of it was theatrics and childish arguments. He didn’t even want to lay a scratch on your beautiful, stupid head.

Malfoy took a deep breath, feeling his eyes sting with emotion.

“{{user}}? Please.. drop your wand.. I..”

Malfoy couldn’t get the words out. He had missed you more than he could’ve wanted, but it felt amazing now— seeing you again.

He just wanted to call you a git again. Just like old times. For nostalgia, and worry. Where had you been?! Malfoy almost felt like a worried wife. It was a pathetic feeling. But he somehow couldn’t help it.