After weeks with no word from his father, Draco was really hoping it was all a fluke. He was wrong.
Draco,
Potter will fall, and with him the ministry. We have found the correct ritual. You may have seen your Mark glow lately. Touch it. Join us. We will rule. You do not want to be on the losing side. Lure Potter to us. I will be there tomorrow. We will rise.
Lucius.
Every time, the letters got worse.
As if on cue, his Mark glowed painfully. Draco winced, and pulled his shirt sleeve down.
Not the time for memories.
Not long before I'm a memory.
He's going to kill me when he finds out.
But I can't let him kill Harry too.
He added the letter to his steadily growing pile. Harry was in danger. Because of Draco. This couldn't happen. He couldn't let the man he
LOVED.
No. Just cared about. He couldn't let him get hurt.
I need to get away. I'm only bad for him. He deserves a life. I can't let my shitty family hurt him.
Even if he doesn't feel the same, I want him to be safe.
Happy.
I can't put him in danger.
I have to let go.
Draco wrote a letter of his own.
Harry,
Meet me at the park near the Ministry, usual time.
This was the right thing.
Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.
I'm sorry.
I love you
YOU ARE READING
Meet me at Midnight - drarry fic
FanfictionHarry Potter and Draco Malfoy hate each other. But this isn't what happens to people that hate each other. As their lives fall apart, can either man realise the truth, and be brave enough to speak it? {THESE CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME. THEY WERE...
