FORBIDDEN (Draco Malfoy X Reader)

CHAPTER 58

It was time for Y/N's funeral. I had been dreading this day for the past few days now but there was nothing I could do about it.

I was trying to cut down on my Fire Whiskey consumption as best as I could but it didn't seem to be going very well because every time I walked into my room there was a bottle laying somewhere.

I wasn't crying as much now though. No. Now instead I was rather angry and took it out on anything I could find. Walls. Books. Bottles. Anything I could break I did.

Father didn't appreciate this at all, however this only made me want to go on more. I wanted him to see that this was his fault. If he wasn't forcing me to marry Astoria Greengrass then maybe I wouldn't feel the need to throw a 100 galleon bottle of scotch at the wall.

The bottle was full.

I spend most of my time in bed. I didn't dare move from my bed or my room much. Everywhere around me was talk about my wedding. I wasn't even sure how they had had the time to plan a funeral in between.

They didn't even care for the funeral. Well my father didn't. My mother was in charge of it and told me she was going to make it special. Unless the dead person comes back a funeral isn't special.

The first thing I did when I woke up was take a long cold shower. I needed to feel numb. There was no way I could cry in front of people at a funeral, that would be embarrassing and my father would never forgive me, not that I really give a fuck about what he thinks.

I pulled on a black suit and looked into my mirror. I looked pale and had dark circles forming under my eyes. Good. Maybe I'd be a corpse by the time I was forced to marry that stupid Greengrass.

I made my way downstairs and found my mother in her formal black robes. She was busy, sorting out last minute decorations.

Guests started to arrive through the entry way and made their way out into the garden. I couldn't go yet. I waited in the kitchen and watched the elves busy making food and drinks for the reception after. How morbid.

Eventually everyone had filtered in and I had no choice but to go out. My mother had to practically drag me with her. The doors swung open and everyone was sat facing a black casket

I felt my mother link her arm with mine as we walked towards the front. I could feel the tears trying to push there way out but I wasn't going to let them.

Half the casket lay open, her pale face shining up at me, her hands lying loosely across her chest. She looked almost translucent. A tear slid down my face and I instantly swiped it away, willing that nobody saw.

My mother pulled me to the side and a last few guest came in, taking their seats and saying goodbye to her. I felt sick again.

My mother pulled us to our seats right at the front. I had a clear view of her from here. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be able to see her the whole time. Everyone sat down and I stared down at my shoes waiting for whatever happens next.

"Welcome everybody, and thank you for being here to commemorate the life of the descendant of merlin, Y/N-"

The manor doors flew open, and everyone turned around to look, gasping. I couldn't be bothered. Probably just some angry-

"You can't have a funeral for someone who isn't dead"