FORBIDDEN (Draco Malfoy X Reader)

CHAPTER 56

I was forced to sit in that fucking room for at least a good hour, with this healer asking me questions and trying to make me feel better.

"So Draco how do you feel ?"

How do I feel ? What sort of stupid question is that.

"Shit"

"How have you been handling yourself ?"

"I always find a good glass of Fire Whiskey helps"

"Does it help you forget about her ?"

"No" I gulp. Nothing helped me forget about her, how could it.

"Then why do you do it ?"

"Aren't you the doctor ? You tell me." I sneered at him.

This wasn't helping. His insufferable questions just made me think of her more. They just made me think of the pain more.

"I think you're suffering-"

"Oh really ? You don't say!" I say, standing from the chair.

"Mr Malfoy, please sit back down"

"No, I'm done with this shit"

I walked out the door, slamming it behind me. My mother was sat reading a book, she didn't even seem disturbed by my outrage.

"How did it go ?" She asked, still scanning the pages.

"Fucking awful" I made my way towards the door, ready to get out of this small, office.

I made my way out the door making sure to slam that one behind me as well. The cold air hit my face and I took a deep breath. I was going to be stuck like this forever. My mother told me it would get easier and that I would eventually move on but I don't want to, I shouldn't have to, because she shouldn't have died.

I leant against the wall and slid down it, with my head in my hands. No doubt I was getting some dodgy looks for sitting like this in Diagon Alley but now I had nothing to lose. I have nothing.

A few minutes later and my mother came out. She looked down at me sat on the floor and didn't seem in the slightest shocked or concerned.

"Come on Draco" She said resting her hand on my shoulder, "Let's go home"

I dragged myself up off the floor, and brushed down my suit. I followed my mother down the street as she browsed at the shop windows. She was trying her best but it wasn't helping.

We apparated back home and I went straight to my room, dodging my father and his questions. If he found out it had gone poorly no doubt he'd try and send me again just to spite me.

I laid in bed thinking of all the things I could have done differently. To save her. To help her. I should have listened to her more. I shouldn't have pushed her away. All that time I pushed her away we could have been spending together.

A single tear trickled down my face and I sat up brushing it away. I wasn't going to cry. I made my way downstairs, to the kitchen to grab myself a glass of Fire Whiskey.

I poured myself a nice glass and made my way out of the kitchen, dodging the house elves. I could hear my fathers raised voice coming from his study.

"This is what we need Narcissa"

"What Draco needs is time to grieve"

"He's had time, now we must move on"

"This isn't right"

"Yes it is. He shall have an arranged marriage with one of the Greengrass sisters"

My hand around the glass clenched, and suddenly the glass was in pieces, shards stuck in my hand. I could barely register the blood flowing from my palm.

"I will not being marrying a Greengrass!" I yelled, slamming my fathers study door open.

"I told you this was a bad idea" My mother hissed.

"Yes you will, after Y/N's funeral you shall marry a Greengrass"

"You think a funeral will make this better ?" I screamed.

Nothing would make this better.