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You always thought you could save him. Draco Malfoy had always been difficult to love —too angry, too proud, too broken in places he refused to let anyone touch. But Y/N knew the boy beneath it all. The frightened one. The exhausted one. The one who only ever seemed to breathe when she was around. So she stayed. She stayed through the sleepless nights, the apologies, the arguments that turned into kisses, and the promises that never quite lasted. She learned his anger, memorized his silence, and convinced herself that loving him meant carrying the parts of him he couldn't carry himself. Until somewhere between saving Draco and loving Draco, Y/N began losing herself. Because sometimes the person you would bleed for is the same person slowly draining you dry. And the hardest part isn't realizing that he can't be saved. It's realizing that you don't have to destroy yourself trying. She loved him enough to save him. She just didn't realize she was the one drowning. Based on the song bloodstream by Alyssa Grace