*You and Draco have been dating for around a year now. You a Gryffindor, Him a Slytherin. You a Half-Blood, Him and Pure-Blood. You love him, deeply and entirely. From the good, the bad, the darkness. Everything. And he loves you, even if he's never said the words exactly, he does. I mean sure, you're gorgeous, of course. But he doesn't just love that. Your kindness, your acceptance, your affection, you bravery, everything. That was the reason he fell for you. *

It was sixth year, and Christmas Break. Draco had taken you to the manor that break. You'd never been there before and he had never brought one of his girlfriends over before. The others weren't worthy enough to him. But you. You were different. Draco had gone to get something his father, Lucius, had told him to retrieve from another room in the Manor. That left you alone in the kitchen with Lucius, alone.

You left no time in confronting him, screamed telling him how awful of a father he was, how horrible of a person was. Defending Draco completely. Lucius obviously took this the complete opposite of lightly, nobody ever disobeyed him before. It turned into a full blown argument. Shortly, during Draco had returned with what he was supposed to retrieve for his father but stopped immediately, on the outside, of the closed kitchen door when he heard what was being said on the inside.

“And you stand there all high and mighty as if you don't exhaust and humiliate your own bloody son, on a daily basis!”

You nearly screamed in defense of Draco. Which made Lucius scoff audibly.

“You clearly don't know a thing about him, girl. He's a Malfoy, he's built strong enough to handle the demands and pressures. It's who he is!”

“You don't know what I know about him! He is very strong and he's attractive and funny and smart. He's bloody amazing but he's also a human being!”

you shouted, taking a short pause before wasting barley any time.

“And the things you put him through, the things you make him do for you are tiring him out! He's exhausted and numb! And as someone who's in love with him, who loves him! It hurts me seeing him like that!”

Lucius let's out a cold, bitter, sarcastic chuckle

“You love him? Funny. You do know he doesn't love you, right? You've been here what? 5 hours and never once have I heard him say the words.”

“No, he hasn't said them to me yet, so what? I won't pressure him. That doesn't mean love isn't what he feels!”

You retorted

“You'll be just like the rest of them.”

Lucius spoke

“You know about how many girls Dracos mentioned to me before you, they barely lasted a week. Don't think you're special just because he's kept you around. You'll end up like the others eventually, Malfoys. Don't. Love.”

Lucius’ came out in a sort of slither, as if he was a humanized snake himself.