The chill of the autumn evening hung in the air as you stood under the shadow of towering trees near the edge of the forest. The darkened sky was heavy, the stars barely peeking through the thick clouds. Draco's silver-blond hair gleamed faintly in the dim moonlight, his stormy gray eyes locked on you with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

You knew you had to tell him — even if it shattered everything between you.

“I need to talk to you,” you began, your voice low but firm.

He tilted his head slightly, lips curling into a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Sounds serious. What’s got you all dramatic, love?”

Your stomach churned. You took a breath, bracing yourself for what came next. “Draco... there’s something I haven’t told you.”

He frowned, the playful light vanishing from his gaze. “Go on.”

“I’m... I’m MuggI*-born.”

The silence that followed was deafening. For a moment, he just stared, as if waiting for you to laugh and say it was all a joke. But your expression didn’t waver.

“You’re joking, right?” he said, voice sharp with disbelief.

“No. I’m not.”

He took a step back, as if your presence suddenly burned him. His face twisted into something ugly, torn between anger and shock. “Don’t come near me, mudbI00d.”

“Draco, please—”

“I don’t want my name dragged through the dirt,” he spat, his voice trembling with fury. “I have a family reputation to uphold.”

“You love me,” you whispered desperately, your voice cracking.

His jaw clenched, eyes flickering with conflict. For a moment, you thought he might stay, that love might triumph over prejudice. But he turned away sharply, shaking his head.

“I can’t do this,” he muttered. "I won’t."

And just like that, he walked away, leaving you standing in the cold darkness, your heart shattered into pieces.