TW: Descriptions of Gore, Descriptions of Violence, Multilation, Angst, and Mental Breakdown.

You have been warned.

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Draco's hair grows damp as the rain batters him. He sits patiently and softly on his broom just as his team members do. Draco searches the crowd discreetly for his beloved... But they're not there...

His lips turn down with despair, praying they were taking a nap or perhaps even studying. The latter is unlikely but miracles happen. The whole time Draco plays he's practically in a daze. His mind grows blank with every cheer and boo. He can't focus on the game, he needs his lover's support.

As he walks in a stupor to his room he wonders where Y/N is. Where were their cheers when he scored, where were their reassuring smiles when he got body checked, where were their midgame pep talks? After a warm shower and changing into softer clothes, he walks to his lover's room. But.. They don't answer, their friend does. "O-Oh... Draco... Now's not a good time..." She says through tears. His eyes widen in shock, "What's going on? Where's Y/N?" Her lip quivers at his inquiry. She drops to her knees sobbing, hands clenching her head. Draco jumps backward, looking down at her sobbing figure with befuddlement. 

He moves past her body and enters the lobby area. Y/N's body lays at the edge of the fireplace, burn marks littering their legs, stopping at the midthigh. Strangulation marks can be seen on the side of their neck, even small indents from the attacker's nails. Draco's eyes tear up as he looks at his lover's lifeless corpse, falling to his knees in shock, clenching his stomach as nausea and disgust creep up. "No... Y/N.." That is all he can mutter without throwing up. His sobs silence the world around him, unable to hear the creeping footsteps behind him. "You can join them..." A voice mutters, Y/N's friend mutters.

A hand clenches the back of Draco's head. He gasps, eyes widening in shock. As his body is held captive, his head is forced into the firepit. He lets out a guttural scream as he writhes and fights for his life. "Just die already!" She shouts, pushing his head deeper and deeper into the fire. Eventually, the pain is unbearable as his face melts away. 

Two bodies lie together through the night. One top half is melted, and the other bottom is melted. The notorious couple lie together, hands in hand, in life as they are now in death.

"And Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead
It don't matter what they say
You've got to use your own head some day
Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead
Yeah it's dead"

- Saturday Nite Is Dead by Graham Parker & The Rumor