Draco hated feeling powerless. And right now, that’s exactly what he was. He saw you were slipping away from him, and he didn’t know how to stop it. He noticed you had skipped meals here and there and had stoped talking as much as you use to. Your once outgoing self was slipping away slowly. He didn't know what was going on. He tried to bring it up here and there, not wanting to push you or anything but you always just brushed him off making it seem like it wasn't a big deal.

Finally he knew he had to confront your. It was killing him to see you this way.

“Talk to me,” he muttered one night, standing in the doorway of your dorm. “Tell me what’s going on in that stubborn head of yours.”

You sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the floor. Not even looking up when you hear Draco speak. “It’s nothing.” You say once more brushing his concern off.

Draco scoffed at your answer. “That’s bullshit, and we both know it.” He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated and worried at the same time. “You’re not eating properly, you barely sleep, and you look like you’re about to collapse any second.”

You bit your lip, your voice barely above a whisper when you spoke. “I don’t know what’s wrong, Draco. I just feel… empty.” You admit glance up at him now.

Draco looked at you seeing the almost broken look in your eyes and he took a slow breath before walking over and kneeling in front of you. “Then let me help fill you back up.” His voice was softer now, raw. “Just don’t push me away.” He says his tone almost desperate. He couldn’t lose you. You were the one person who understood him better than anyone you were his rock and he wanted to be yours.