VI. Sweet little lies
"Stay with me," Draco pleaded.
He knew how pathetic he must have sounded but he couldn't care less. The thought of her leaving him was unbearable. It was the only thing that made him tolerate life, these days. His secret, messed up, destructive relationship with a sodding Weasley. How laughable.
"I won't let you go," he said, sounding desperate.
"Don't worry, I'll be there til the very end," she promised.
He knew she was lying. She would eventually go back to Potter, and he would be nothing but a distant memory for her.
Yet, she was staying tonight and that was the only thing that mattered to him.