In this school, rumors weren't really a thing, neither was gossip much. There's only one thing that ever went around that I heard. 'Draco Malfoy was the boy who made all the wrong decisions', I hear it a lot. But I choose to believe that he's the boy who never had a choice, I should know.

I was his girlfriend since 5th year

   Before the battle for Hogwarts, Draco broke it all off. We had plans, I was gonna pull him out of what his family brought him into, if I could, he could too. I only ever saw him smile with me.
   I remember his face as he walked over to Voldemort. He turned to me and his face said it all, this wasn't his choice. He wanted to stay by me, have me hold him and tell him that he'll have abnormal wizarding life. After he turned his back to me, a cold rush of wind felt it's way up my spine. Only a single tear rolled down my cheek as I stood straight and looked around. "Y/N?" I looked up as the tear rolled down, facing Voldemort. He held his hand out. Neville grabbed my hand, telling me that I didn't have to be cruel, I could be good. I yanked my wrist away, walking towards the evil man, looking at Draco's father the whole time. When I took my first couple of steps, Draco tried to run to me, but his father held him back, whispering something to him. I took Voldemort's hand and he walked me over to the other Death Eaters. 'Fuck You Malfoy', I whispered in his ear. He seemed down, but by now I didn't care. He had turned and stabbed me in the back, after everything we'd been through together. I stand up straight and keep my wand at my side. I straighten out my Slytherin uniform and stare into nothingness.

  That night when the Malfoys walked off, they brought me with them. We went back to the Malfoy Manor that evening. I was messed up, but even after everything, Draco held me and told me it was going to be okay. He told me that he was there for me. We had dinner, then Draco and I went up to his room, just holding each other and eventually falling asleep.

I woke up the next morning on the curb, in the middle of nowhere. I was beaten and bruised. No ideas of what had happened even crossed my mind.
I simply got up, brushed myself off and walked home, even though it was difficult to see where I was going with my black eye. I wasn't mad, just confused.

I got home, having to unlock the door as always, my parents were never ever home. I was pretty much independent. I slumped down my door and started crying, shaking against the hard wood. The next time I saw Malfoy was at his first wedding, I somehow got invited. I didn't speak a word to them, but I saw the way Draco looked at me when he said 'I do'. I don't know what if was, but it looked sad.

   Like I said, he never got a choice.