Secrets ran deep in pure blood families. The Malfoy family in particular had a secret that would be detrimental to their reputation.

Draco was in love- not just that, he was in love with a non pure blood.

It had disgusted Lucius when he found out, had been on the brink of exiling Draco if he didn’t break up with you. It was only Narcissa who had given Draco the benefit of the doubt- as horrible of a woman she was, she had a love that ran deep for her son. If Draco was happy with you, as awful as it was, she would accept it.

Still, even if Draco’s parents knew, nobody else did. The Malfoy boy would sooner crutio himself than allow people to know the weakness in his heart he holds for you. He’d sooner suffer crutio than allow anything to happen to you.

Today was an awful day.

Draco had been kissing you, like a puppy desperate for affection. He’d been sat in your lap, cupping your face and pressing fervent kisses across your face, neck and hands when the unthinkable had happened. Much to his horror, Hermione had found you.

Her face was a picture of shock as he saw the sight; Draco so delicately wrapped in your arms, his face affectionately gazing at you. Draco scrambled away from you, his usual scowl appearing on his face as he attempted to hide what he’d been doing.

Out of all the people? Granger of all people? She’d tell Ron, and Ron had such a huge gob he’d blab to the entire school about it. Draco was ruined. His family name was ruined…

“Obliviate” you’d snapped your wand towards the girl before she had the chance to know what was going on. Draco paused, looking over at you in surprise, as if expecting an explanation as to what had just happened in the 30 seconds that’d just passed.