We Belong Together || Draco Malfoy X Reader

128| Stupid Malfoy

Y/N POV

I started eating the meal the elves brought to Malfoy's room since he cleared my presumption about the food. I was staying in his room now and he was staying in the room across from his actual room, the one they made me stay in. So we were basically just switching rooms.

Days elapsed with quietness. I couldn't lie to say that I didn't sleep better at night here than when I was in the guest room. It was Malfoy's scent that seeped through every part of the huge bedroom that soothed me, as it always did in the past—Lord, it felt weird to call everything that still happened until last month the past.

Speaking of my ex-fiance, I hadn't heard from him for almost 3 days now. No more begging, no more yelling, nothing for 3 consecutive days starting from the end of our harsh talk on the day Grey flew to heaven. I understood that my words might be a little bit hurtful than they normally were, but that was because I was upset for Grey.

I didn't think straight and the only word my brain kept on reminding me was Grey. I wasn't ready to have another of my loved ones gone again. They had taken my Draco, they should've had it enough but they took Grey too. How was I supposed to act fine? It was like the world prohibited me from being happy.

I have no one now.

Malfoy had obviously hated me and so were his parents. I was awake not so long after his mother came to check on me that night, though I pretended not because I wanted to hear Malfoy's confession. I knew that his dad was not very fond of me anymore, I reckoned it might happen after my parents' death. And judging from the sudden change of attitude, I bet he was the real culprit of their death, not his son.

However, I must admit that Narcissa stood in the grey area. She didn't act like she hated me while simultaneously didn't bother to visit me for the last 3 days. Not that I wanted people's attention anyway, but wouldn't it be nice to have someone who gave a bit of a damn for us even when we didn't like them at all?

And here went, some elves knocked on the door and walked in without waiting for my response; it was dinner time. Well, at least some creatures still paid me a visit and my plate was never empty, I should be thankful.

"You can just leave and take the tray later, you know," I said, taking the fork to eat the spaghetti.

"Master Draco wants us to make sure you eat," one of them replied.

Oh, still acting as if he cares, eh?

I would think highly of it if he came here and watched me by himself rather than sending these elves here. Though I must say, it lifted my worries because I thought he might've been dead after the quarrel.

"Oh . . . How thought—"

I didn't have the time to finish my sentence as a long scream roared from the corridor outside. It sounded like Malfoy, very much like him . . . but it couldn't be him, right? He had no reason to scream like that.

Nonetheless, I got off the bed and rushed to the door immediately. What I had in mind at the moment was apprehension, picturing how Malfoy was in trouble or pain, literally, every horrible scenario turned up to mess my thoughts at the same time.

"Miss, you should finish the meal."

"Please finish your meal, Miss Y/N. We have tons of works to do and—"

"Shut up!" I shouted at them before my breath got too wobbly for me to speak.

As soon as I held the handle and pulled it in to see outside, I was welcomed with a rather displeasing sight and metallic smell that permeated the air. It was so strong and I happened to be so familiar with the smell as every girl should; it was blood, all over the floor, the carpet and the stairs.