Those Eyes
As he looked in her smoldering hazel-gold orbs, he saw his soul. He saw what he wanted, maybe needed, to see.
With that look, he knew everything would be okay as long as he had something to live for. It didn't matter that that the dark lord would not waste a chance to spill his scared blood that very moment; that his father could disown him any day now; that his mother inconsolable beyond the many efforts to deprive her of her self-destructive depression.
His life was a jumbled mess of 'what ifs' and 'how comes', but those eyes made all the difference. Their glows made him want to fight, want to win, and want to live! His life didn't matter, but hers did. Her life was everything his wasn't; filled with love and happiness. Two things he wanted. Two things he needed. Two things he knew he could never and would never have – and that's why she had to live.
Without her, chaos would continue to unrifle within this world commanded by true sinistry.
Sinistry that could only be captured by the most sickly, demented creature to walk the earth- Lord Voldemort could only find joy while bringing sadistic pain throughout the world. Because of him, Draco repeatedly treated her as dirt. Because of him, Draco had hated her. Because of him, Draco had found his girl; and for her- it would all end today.
Lord Voldemort would fall, today.
And he would get to see her eyes_ not full of loathing and anguish_ but full of joy. Those eyes would be all he needed for pride to overcome him.
Those eyes… would show him his heart's truest, most curious desire… happiness.