Draco L. Malfoy

Draco had been through more than anyone could imagine
He was barely able to stay afloat amidst the chaos of being a Death Eater, trapped under the weight of his family's expectations, his mistakes, his pain
And as if all that wasn't enough, I had lost you too

Breaking up from Draco hadn't been easy. You loved him. You still loved him. But sometimes, love wasn't enough to save someone from themselves.

That afternoon, you were sitting in the great hall, accompanied by the golden trio, you tried to concentrate on the conversation, but your hand couldn't help but occasionally touch the delicate necklace that hung around your neck, the last gift Draco had given you

Hermione was the first to notice.
—"Isn't that the necklace Draco gave you?" —he asked, lowering his voice, although his words fell heavily on the table

Harry, frowning, added:
—“You really should take it off…”

You shifted in your seat, uncomfortable, you didn't want to do it, it was all you had left of him, of you

But to avoid more uncomfortable glances, more comments that hurt like knives, you brought your trembling hands to the brooch, with a gentle tug, the necklace fell into your palm, without looking at anyone, you slipped it into the pocket of your robe

—"Happy now?" —you asked in a low voice

Draco watched from the Slytherin table as you took off your necklace

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