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"Draco, look at me," Theo grabbed his shoulders, turning the moody blonde his way.
Gray eyes glared at him, steely and full of hate.
No. Focus. Draco needs you.
"They don't know you. They call you a murderer when you've never killed a soul. Draco, they don't know what I know. What they call you, that's not you."
Draco scoffed, pushing Theo off and turning away to the frost tinted glass that looked over Malfoy Manor. To the writing in chicken blood that appeared mid air, despite the many wards.
Death Eater. Scum. Murderers.
Draco and his mother were found not guilty in the wake of the war. Lucius was sentenced to Azkaban for life. However, the duo were placed under a sort of house arrest primarily for their own protection.
Still, it didn't keep away the hate that ebbed beyond their home.
It certainly stung Theo, to have Draco push him away, but he was determined not to let go.
He would never say it, never confess to what he felt. The bubbling warmth that brewed in him deep whenever he heard Draco laugh. It was not lust, he knew. It was something more. Something stronger. Something that would never be accepted, so he let it sit, deep in his heart. The least he could is stand beside his oldest friend in his time of need.
"They're not wrong," Draco said icily, clenched hands by his sides, shaking. "I was a death eater, no matter the circumstances. I am scum for treating people I thought lesser like scum."
"But you are no murderer!" Theo insisted.
Draco laughed then. Cold and nipping. This laugh was not the kind that warmed Theo. No. It was claws, tearing across his beating heart. Slowly. Maliciously.
Gray eyes turned to him once more. Hardened.
"You see what you want to see. Just like they do. Believe you me, You don't know me better than they do. Leave."
And so Theo left. With his heart torn from his chest, ripped into ribbons and bled into his soul.