The stars glistened across the night sky like freckles of the universe’s face. The moon shone softly onto Draco’s face, his pale skin almost blue under it’s light. Everything was peaceful. Draco never had peace…except when he was with you.

You brought a kind of quietness to the Malfoy’s messy life that he clung to like a lifeline. Without you, he’d be spiralling in a way that only whirlpools could rival.

“I don’t want to lose this” he admitted, his voice cracking with a mix of adoration and stress. “You, I mean” Draco quickly clarified. He meant it. He wanted you until the final drop of life had been sucked from his body.

Draco rolled over, grey eyes looking at you with uncharacteristic affection, “please…say you’ll stay with me. I don’t deserve it but I’m selfish.”