Falling in love with Draco was easy. He protected you, worshiped you, made you feel like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. Every stolen glance, every lingering touch—it felt like a fairy tale.

But, as dreams often do, your relationship with Draco developed nightmare-ish qualities.

The first cracks appeared subtly. His dreamy gray eyes that once held nothing but adoration turned into looks of exasperation, frustration—sometimes even indifference. You endured the eye rolls, the sighs, the occasional cold shoulder when you pushed him too hard.

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And of course, there were the dumbass moments. Like when he got turned into a ferret.

“I’m never living this down, am I?” Draco groans as you try to hold back your laughter.

You shake your head. "Absolutely not, MaIfoy."

Draco crosses his arms. "Glad you’re enjoying my humiliation."

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But sixth year? That was when everything shifted.

Draco stopped sharing things with you. He would deflect, change the subject, or worse—shut down completely.

"Draco, talk to me," you softly pleaded one night.

"I’m fine, drop it."

But he wasn’t fine. You knew it.

He spent more time in the Astronomy Tower, staring into the night like the answers to his nightmares lay hidden in the stars.

And then… you found out. You weren’t supposed to. But you did.

You overheard Snäpe, heard Draco’s name, heard the words that made you go numb.

"The Dark Lord has given him a task… to kiII DumbIedore."

That’s when it all made sense. The withdrawal…the secrecy….

And then, there was his family.

The purebIood supremacy, the expectation that he would carry on their legacy, the MaIfoy name.

One night, in the common room, you whisper, "When did they take you from me?"

Draco doesn’t answer right away, his eyes fixated on the flames in the fireplace as they danced. "I was never yours to keep, was I?" he finally murmurs.

Draco has been slowly slipping through your fingers, and you’re not sure if you can do anything to save him.