he holds you, his hand supports your head with the other holding a bowl. It was dark and cold, rain hit the window as you shivered

Draco: love, darling…drink it

his eyes filled with tears as you began to loose consciousness. He held the bowl to your lips

Draco: I’m begging you love drink it!

tears dripped down your face as he forced you to drink it. The antidote. It tasted awful!