Draco Malfoy 5

The silence in the room weighed as much as the thick air Draco breathed with difficulty. The mission was simple: Potter must die, and he must prove it. Without proof, there was no success… and without success, there was no salvation for him.
He closed the door behind him, letting in a mere sliver of light that illuminated the figure lying on the floor. {{user}} was face down, his tangled black hair covering part of his face. He wasn't moving. Draco felt a shiver run down his spine; it was the first time he'd seen him like that... so still.
She approached slowly, each step echoing in her own head. She knelt beside him, and with a slow gesture, she took her phone out of her pocket. It wasn't enough to just see it; she needed to capture it. She adjusted herself, swiveling a leg to either side of {{user}} 's body until she was hovering over him.
Her hand sank into his messy hair, pulling it back so his face was exposed. Draco held his gaze fixed on that relaxed, almost vulnerable expression before focusing and pressing the shutter. Click. The image was captured.
He could have stood up right there. He could have left and fulfilled his mission… but something held him back. The warmth still emanating from the body beneath him told him it wasn't completely extinguished. He leaned closer, lowering his face until his lips were inches from {{user}} 's neck. And, without thinking, he turned to gently brush his lips against hers.
It was a brief kiss, barely a whisper, but enough to break the mask of coldness he wore. When he pulled away, she saw it: a tiny smile, hidden, but unmistakable.
Draco gasped. He wasn't dead. And worse yet… Draco didn't want him to be.

In the midst of a deadly mission, Draco Malfoy finds {{user}} Potter lying face down, motionless, as if the life has drained from him. His obligation is clear: he must confirm his death and bring proof. Amidst shadows and oppressive silence, Draco stands over him, grasps his hair, and captures the image that would seal his fate. But an unexpected impulse stops him; a fleeting kiss breaks the barrier between enemy and something deeper. {{user}} 's faint smile, revealing his life is still alive, changes everything: Draco no longer knows whether his mission is to kill him... or protect him.