𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖑𝖞 𝕰𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙 ; 𝕯.𝕸

Prologue

My father slams his fist on the desk, "I will not repeat myself. I will not have this discussion with you."

"You never tell me anything. You said she died at birth. But now I find out she died at the hands of death eaters and you're one yourself?" Tears brim my eyes, threatening to come out. "Were you the one that killed her?" I ask. The words come out hollow.

"No."

"Then who did?" I ask.

He doesn't answer.

"Who killed my mother?" I yell slamming my fist down on his desk.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that! I am your father. You will not talk back to me."

"If I find out you killed her you are not my father." I spat at him.

"I did not kill her."

"Then who did?" He still refuses to answer me. The door opens I don't look to see who it is. "WHO KILLED MY MOTHER?" I scream. I feel two arms wrap around me.

"Mr. Malfoy please escort my daughter back to her dorm please."

"Certainly, professor." Draco picks me up carrying me out the door.

I kick and scream trying to get out of his arms.

"Draco, put me down!" I yell over and over.

He doesn't put me down until we reach the common room. By this point my throat is sore and dry.

I look him right in the eyes waiting for him to say something. He says nothing. He just looks at me.

I shove his chest in hopes to push him further from me. He doesn't budge.

"Why? You had no right to do that." I hit his chest. "Why did you do that?" I say between hits. "Answer me." With one final hit on his chest, he grips my wrists looking me straight in the face.

"Don't ever hit me again, understood?" He growls.

I try and tug my wrist out of his hands. He only tightens his grip. He wraps his other hand around the back of my neck forcing me to look at him again.

"Understood?"

I search his eyes. Filled with anger and nothing but he releases me from his grip.

"Fuck you." I spat before running up to my room.

I slam the door shut and collapse on the floor in tears.

Nothing. I got nothing.

My father is lying to me about who killed my mother. Draco knows and won't tell me. I just want my mom back.

I stand up chucking my lamp across my room letting it shatter to the ground. It's still not enough. I take the glass cups and ceramics I have lying around and chuck them to the ground. The floor is covered in broken glass and I'm sitting in the middle of it. Covered in cuts and scrapes. Blood dripping from my knuckles and knees.

I just want my mom back. I mindlessly spin the orb attached to my necklace as I sob. I spin it as face as I can needing to be moving something that won't hurt me.

The necklace starts to glow and all I see is white. 

Hey everyone this is a story I'm trying out. It will be spicy at some points. Not all the time but enough. There is a mixture of soft and toxic Draco with a touch of possessiveness. This will be my first spice story so please don't judge!

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