Slythindor Love ~ Draco Malfoy Love Story for Rose's HP Contest (Finished)

It was a few weeks before the first task of the triwizard tournament when I was woken up by a tap at my window, I looked up and saw Sasha my barred owl staring at me with a look of superiority, I walked over to the window and untied the letter from her leg and opened it, I only had one wish, for it not to contain news from home. My wish was not granted.

I was running full pelt down the steps of the castle, I could feel the tears filling up my eyes, I only had one thought in my head, to get to somewhere private before I completely broke down, I was lucky that this news had arrived so early in the morning for so far I hadn’t seen any one else, but I knew that if even one person was awake I would run into them. As it happened that one person was the last person I wanted to see. As I ran down the third set of stairs, I tripped and found myself tumbling down in the direction of a pale blond Slytherin boy, he turned and caught me before I could hit the ground and I found myself in the arms of Draco Malfoy. That was the last straw I couldn’t hold my tears in any longer and I broke down into tears. He had been pushing me away from him but apon seeing my tears he instantly drew me back into him
“Hey, hey” he said softly pulling a strand of hair of my face “what’s wrong”
“Its nothing” I said trying to stop my tears “just some bad news, I really don’t want to think about it”
“Shhh. well how about we go for a walk and you can not tell me all about it”

I was going to refuse, I really was but before I knew what was happening I was sitting under a tree with him talking about quiddich
“I still can’t believe you’ve never played!” he said sounding outraged “there is nothing hotter than a girl on a quidich pitch, I mean look at laurel in my house!!”
“I told you, I hate team sports” I exclaimed laughing
“Fine” he said sounding mock offended “so… what exactly was wrong with you before”
“It’s a really long story,” I whispered trying to get out of telling him
“It’s a weekend I literally have all day” he said his face looking soft, a look I was seeing more and more on him and something about that look made me want to open up to him in a way I hadn’t to anyone else.
“My mom has been a heavy drinker my whole life, it was the reason my dad left. He left us two years ago leaving my mom to deal with my older squib sister, their newborn baby and me. Because of my moms drinking problems my sister has raised my brother with help from me in the holidays. Last summer holiday my mom got worse, she started getting violent. One night she lashed out and attacked me. My sister tried to get all of us out of the house until she’d calmed down, but when we tried to grab my brother she grabbed him and started yelling at my sister, saying she was trying to steal her baby. We tried to take him with us but in the end we just couldn’t. When we came home the next morning by brother was lying in a pool of his own blood and my mom was holding him crying. After that my sister and me left home for good. My brother had been in a coma since. This morning I got the letter. His gone” I chocked the last bit out trying to stop my tears.
“I… im so, so sorry” he said pulling me into him
“Im fine” I said, “I just, it hurts”
He held me tightly against his chest and kissed the top of my head, I didn’t know what it was but something inside me needed to be needed, to feel wanted to feel special, I moved my lips up and met his, I could feel his shock as I kissed him but he very quickly started moving his lips with mine, his arms slowly wrapped around me and pulled me into his chest, I could feel our mouths moving together, could taste his taste mixed with my tears. Slowly and reluctantly he moved away from me.
“Lets not do this when your so upset” he said sounding like it was costing him a lot of effort.”
“But..” I protested reaching for him again
“No” he said, “if we kiss I want to know its cause you love me, not because you need love” he said hugging me back to him I sighed and cried silently into his shirt. When we finally got up to go to lunch I really did feel better.