#dracotok

He let out a groan against your lips, but the moment was cut short when the sound of uneven shuffling echoed through the halls. You both separate from each other's touch immediately. Your necks snapped in the direction of a flickering light bouncing of the stone walls.

"Filch," Draco said, being able to identify the slowly growing sound of disgruntled grumbling from a medium distance. "Go," he told you with a reassuring nod.

You briskly moved away from him and hid behind one of the carved pillars, blanketed by the dark of the night sky. The blond threw his head back as if to not-so-obviously fix the mess you made just seconds earlier.

"Oi you!" Filch barked, "What you think yer doin' lurkin' around, Malfoy?" he interrogated as he came into view and took Draco by the collar.

"Unhand me you fat wit," Draco groaned, his eyes flashing to you for a moment.

After they had passed you, you trailed behind the pair almost immediately. You watched as Filch yanked Draco into Slughorn's party and the door shut behind them.

You cursed under your breath, hoping that everything was alright but just as quickly as they went in-Snape and Draco came storming out. You backed up quickly and pressed your back to the wall, hoping that Snape didn't spot you.

"Draco, did you send that necklace?" you heard Snape question accusingly.

"Maybe I did hex that girl, maybe I didn't. What's it to you?" Draco snaps back before you heard the sound of thud.

"I swore to protect you. I made an unbreakable vow," Snape whisper shouted.

“I don’t need protection. I was chosen for this. Out of all others. me” Draco responded, filled with pride. “and I won’t fail him,” he said determined.

“You’re afraid draco. You fail to conceal it but it’s obvious. Let me assist you” Snape replied, almost pleading with the boy.

“No. I was chosen. This is my moment” Draco muttered back, then the sound of their steps got closer and closer.

“My office, now.” Snape instructed sternly stopping right in front of you. You looked as Draco stepped forward as well. “Just you.” Snape said, looking at you-clearly annoyed.

“The boy's stupidity shall land you both in danger.” Snape spoke in a low voice, pacing by his desk. “Snuffed out by his recklessness”

“I’m aware sir. I’ve had to deal with what he’s overlooked and his miscalculations” you highlight, cocking your head slightly. “But isn’t that why the dark lord has insisted that I take part in this endeavor? Were you under the impression that Malfoy could carry this to fruition on his own?” you asked, aware how the task set before Draco was indeed great.

“Voldemort never expected Draco to succeed.” Snape answered blankly, making your chest tighten. “Rather, get thrown into Azkaban like his father or die trying.”

It made perfect sense, Voldemort decided to give Draco a mission that could kill him because his father slipped up.

“So, it's more a punishment for Lucius and Narcissa,” you realized verbally before Snape continued on.

“The very moment Draco ceases to prove his usefulness to the Dark Lord; Voldemort won't hesitate to discard of him.” Snape warns. “I'm sure you do not wish that fate upon him or yourself.” he said, a bit rhetorically.

“We won't fail,” you replied. "I'll make sure of it." you nodded, reassuringly. But you were unsure if that was meant for Snape or yourself.

“Your loyalty is overcast by your newfound attachment, “ Snape mentions with an unamused glint in his eye.

“What-” you scoffed, brows ushing together immediately.

“Don’t play coy” Snape's tone quiet but cold, “that sentiment will ruin you both.” he spoke, as if he could already foresee the outcome.

“It won’t interfere with the plan” you insisted, shaking your head.

“Voldemort has assigned you to ensure that the mission is a success. Not to succeed in securing Draco’s heart.” he reminds as you stood up from your seat. “Pity him if you must. Do not let pity alter your judgment.” he said as you exited his office.

As the door creaked shut behind you, a tense breath escaped your lips. Shoulders dropping, wiping your sweaty palm on your skirt as you smoothened out the pleats.

"So that's why," a familiar voice huffed. The voice belonged to Draco.

You turned around, facing the unreadable look on his face. He stood there with arms crossed, standing right next to the door you had just walked through.

"You weren't helping me," the blond shook his head in disgust, "You were monitoring me." he said, now wearing a bitter smile on his lips.

"It's not like that," you tried to disagree but Draco continued.

"But it is, isn't it?" he scoffed, "At every point of this mission, you knew what to do." he realized, you remained silent. "You knew where we would find the twin vanishing cabinet, you understood its magic and took charge when we had to fix it too." he blinked. "That's why you snapped at me when I hexed Katie Bell. You hoped I didn't muck anything up, was it?" he spat out your exact words.

You could only stand there as Draco spoke, the spark you both shared was gone. Because everything was revealed, against the exact orders of the Dark Lord.

Draco's look of betrayal broke your heart, "Voldemort didn't believe in me and neither did you," he said bitterly.

"You don't know that" you argued, finally speaking up. "I helped you, Draco," you clarified.

"Is that what Voldemort told you to do?" He retorted with a brow raised. "Did he also tell you to pretend?"

He was met with silence.

"To stay up with me in the room of requirement and laugh with me?"

Draco stepped closer, nearly towering of you at this point.

"Letting me think that there was truly someone who..." his voice broke, "Finally chose me?” He asked. You are cruel." He spat, your eyes brimmed with tears at this.

"No!" you shouted, hands balled into fists as you threw them at your sides. You were tired of how Draco painted you in his mind, but you felt an overwhelming sense of guilt for blindly letting him think it was just fate. "I was told to make sure that you never failed," your tone hurt, "He never told me to fall in love with you."

Draco's jaw clenched at this, he wasn't sure who or what to believe anymore. If you had gone this long baiting him with false security, how much else could you have been lying about? Why should he bother believing you now?

"How convenient." Two words, cutting deeper than you imagined.

You mouth hung slightly agape, tears racing down your chin at his cruelty. Draco then walked straight past you, not lingering a moment longer. Hoping you wouldn't hear his heart break.

This chapter might be a little shorter but it's a juicy one. Comment if you'd like to be added to the tag list for the final part! I hope you enjoyed!