Helpless: Part 3
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Reader
Summary: You feel the same pain your soulmate feels.
Draco laid in bed after seeing you in the dungeons. He went through many phases of uncertainty, like if you were really his soulmate, if you even wanted to be with him, if he was about to risk getting caught just to help you out. He assured himself, that this was important, that you were important to him and he wasn’t about to let you go like nothing. Memories of how broken you looked, kept eating at his mind. All this made him enraged, it made him wish he wasn’t part of all of this.
Tossing and turning was all he could do, not able to get you from his head. He recalled all the times at school, he might have said something mean to you or acted like an ass in front of you and your friends. He yearned to take back that impression of himself, but his soulmate is supposed to love him, for him, right? Just like he wanted to do with you, just like he was trying to do for you.
Draco wracks his brain for memories of you, memories of you that aren’t you, bloody and bruised, in the middle of his manor, between your enemies. Your enemies are all he’s ever known.
He wished he could have found out you were his soulmate, sooner. Then maybe he could have bared the weight of this mark with someone else. He wouldn’t have had to go through all this alone. But, he has you now. He hopes he does, he needs you, god knows, he doesn’t have much else.
Draco sighed, staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom. His body always felt heavy, after he got the mark. He hated himself and the mark. He wondered if it hurt for you when Voldemort put it on his arm, he’d have to ask.
His mind drifted back to you, he wasn’t tired anymore. He needed to talk to his mother, he needed to get you out of here. He didn’t know how long they’d wait to kill you and he was petrified. He’s never had a fear of losing something before.
Draco pushed the blankets that seemed to suffocate him off of his body, sitting up in bed. He debated going down to see you, but getting caught would surely cost you your life. But as long as he doesn’t get caught…
The boy got up from his bed, throwing on a long sleeve shirt and pants. In a haste, he got to the door, pulling it open just to check to see if anyone was up. No one kept watch on the dungeons at night, they didn’t think they had a reason to, but then again, his mother assisted him last time. Draco went back to grab his wand, just in case.
He tip-toed out of his room, flashing looks behind him every few seconds. He made his way downstairs and through hallways. He looked over the corner of a wall, not seeing anyone sitting beside the stairwell to the dungeons.
Draco almost laughed, but was too afraid to make noise. They’re so dumb, he thought.
He continued moving with caution, grabbing the keys and making his way down the stairs, until he stood at the end of them. He was about to unlock the door, but he stopped. He looked at you through the bars, you were sleeping or you just haven’t noticed him, yet. Maybe he should have brought food or prepared what he was gonna say.
Draco sighed, starting to doubt himself as he looked over at your body, your legs pulled up to your chest as you sat against the stonewall.
The pale boy looked down at his arm, pulling up the sleeve to reveal the mark, he ran his fingers over it. It gave him an idea.
He swallowed, preparing himself for the truth as he took his thumb and pointer finger, pinching down hard on his wrist.
“Ow!” You cried out from the sudden pain in your wrist, moving out of your position to look at your arm.
Draco smirked, he moved his hand up more on his arm until he pinched himself again, squeezing a bit harder.
“What the hell?!” You yelled, moving your hand to cover up the spot where it hurt, as if it’d protect you from the pain of someone else. You caught on that it was your soulmate pinching you, you almost laughed at the fact, but right now, it was just plain annoying.
You used one of your hands to pinch yourself, that’ll serve em right.
Draco wasn’t expecting you to pinch back as he yelped out in pain. “Ouch!”
You quickly whipped your head around at the sound, confused at the sound of him in pain. “Draco…?” You whispered, checking to make sure it wasn’t someone here to bring you to your death.
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, it’s me.” He pulled down his sleeve before he used the keys to open up the cell door, walking towards you with hesitance.
“Is it time?” You asked, hopefully.
Draco looked down, ashamed. He should have considered he was getting your hopes up, just coming down here. “Uh… No. Not yet, but don’t worry, I’ll still get you out of here.”
You nodded, biting at your lip. You debated whether to ask why he was down here, but he beat you to it.
“I just- I just wanted to see if you were okay.” Draco lost all confidence he’s ever had. Here he was, standing in front of you, nervous as he’s ever been in his entire life.
You beam, looking away from the boy as you feel heat sneak up onto your cheeks. You almost scolded yourself for feeling this way, but you couldn’t help that your heart sped up.
“Can we talk?” He inquired, gesturing to the spot beside you on the floor.
You nodded swiftly, accepting any human interaction you could get, right now.
“Can I show you something?” Draco didn’t ask his mother about this, if it was a good idea to tell you about you both being soulmates, but he wanted you to know, he didn’t know what might happen after he helped you escape.
“Sure.” You answered, hesitantly. You hadn’t had the slightest idea about what it was.
Draco pulled up the sleeve that didn’t hide the Dark Mark, you looked at him, confused. He took a deep breath, it was much more unnerving that he was now doing it in front of you. He closed his eyes as he moved two fingers to the skin of his arm, pinching his pale skin between his fingers.
You gasped, more out of surprise than the pain of it. You moved your own fingers to his skin, pinching it again to make sure you felt it right, that it wasn’t just a coincidence.
He laughed, he was anxious, but your reaction so far, was better than what he expected.
You swallowed, your eyes looking up at his. You had tears in your eyes, it made Draco’s heart tear a little. “You’re- You’re my-” You stopped, talking a deep breath. “You’re my soulmate.”