FORBIDDEN (Draco Malfoy X Reader)

CHAPTER 55

I had no idea how many days had passed, but I didn't fucking care. I'd downed enough fire whiskey to consider myself an alcoholic and I hadn't had a proper nights sleep since. Safe to say I looked like a walking corpse.

Every night as I tried to sleep I'd see her pale face, covered in blood. The moment she died would come to life in my mind and I would constantly tell myself that I could have done something. I just stood there like the useless piece of shit I am. Survivor's guilt is that what they called it ?

Mother tried to make me see some sort of special healer but I refused. I was doing just fine on my own. I didn't need help. That was the last thing I needed. I needed Y/N, that's what I needed.

Everyday I tried to make myself eat something. That was just about the only thing I was trying at. But I was also failing at it. It just made me sick. As soon as I ate something I'd find myself throwing it back up not even an hour later.

I also spent a lot of my time crying. How pathetic. I couldn't help it, it would just happen. I would just sob until I passed out or found myself hyperventilating.

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I slept for a few hours. That was about as much as I could get. I untangled myself from the sheets and trudged myself down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen and was instantly hit with the smell of mothers cooking. It made me feel sick, but I'd still try to eat it anyway.

"Draco dear, how are you feeling today ?" She asked soothingly.

"Just fantastic" I smiled sarcastically at her as I took my seat at the counter.

Mother placed the food in front of me and refrained from asking anymore questions. I ate in silence. Forcing my way through it. I looked up to see Narcissa just staring at me.

"What ?" I sneered.

"Draco I made you an appointment with that healer I told you about" She said quietly.

"What ? W-Why would you do that ?" I say, bashing my fork back down against my plate.

"Dear you need to talk to someone, and you aren't going to talk to me"

"This is fucking ridiculous" I snapped, leaving the kitchen.

I didn't need help. I needed Y/N.

I got changed for mothers stupid appointment. If she insisted on me going to get help then I shall just make it as difficult as possible.

I trudged my way back downstairs and found my mother waiting for me outside the door.

"Ready ?"

"What does it look like ?"

She took my arm and we apparated to Diagon Alley. We walked down the dusty old road and stopped outside a little building that had no signs on the outside. If you asked me it looked rather suspicious.

My mother knocked on the door and it flew open, revealing a little house elf. It instantly invited us in and inside it looked just like a doctors office at St. Mungo's or something very similar. There was a small reception desk and a few chairs lining the wall. Mother pulled me along to sit.

Only moments later was I being summoned to some other suspicious looking room.

"Mr Draco Malfoy"

I stood up and followed the man into the room. It wasn't much different to the last, bland and boring. I sat in one of the chairs willing this to be over already.

"Hello Mr Malfoy I am Doctor Hurnley and I will be helping you today." He smiled.

"Great" I smiled sarcastically back at him.

"So what brings you here today ?"