“Dumbledore!” Draco had finally snapped, his panic growing and his secrets spilling to the only person he knew he could thrust.

The blonde was curled in your arms, the tough exterior he flaunted had crumbled off like chalk. He was red-eyed from crying, shaking like a leaf in the wind and clutching your clothes like a lifeline.

“He asked me to kill Dumbledore” he was panicking, working himself up close to an anxiety attack. “Mum doesn’t want me to do it- said she’d talk to Snape- I can’t do it. I can’t…” Draco was trembling, hands flying about in awkward, frantic motions.

You’d never seen Draco like this, white faced, sweating, hyperventilating. He wanted to be normal. Have you as his partner and not have to worry about what the dark lord would do to you if he found out- if he knew the soft spot he held.

“Dad- he- he made me become a-“ his voice died in his throat, he instead just silently pulled up his sleeve, “he wants me to sneak the others into Hogwarts- a wardrobe-“ Draco quickly shut his mouth and sniffled, “I hate this. Normal- I wish I was normal.”