Summary
Draco Malfoy, Deatheater by force has been waking up in a cold sweat ever since he had seen something he shouldn't, something involving a certain brown haired witch. He goes off to think, and ends up running into said Witch, making a promis that he may or may not be able to keep. Dramione twoshot, warnings for angst and sad shit. Songfic based on O' Child by Nick Cave, Happy end.