Redamancy (d.m)

Chapter eighty one-the magpies and the storm

I've always envies girls who've had love spoon fed to them, all my life it seemed like I've been left to lick scraps of it off knives and dirty plates. Still, I was left with an aching belly and a festering desire for more than I could fathom. Perhaps it was selfish, to have been presented with such true romance throughout my years and still bearing such a dissatisfied nature. But that was just the thing-my heart craved a wholly different sort of love than that of what I had been given. Noah was golden, and Cedric was sunlit, and though I thought of them often with incomprehensible fondness, I had come to the understanding that I was far too tarnished to be a golden girl, and my heart could not rid itself of its haunting shadows long enough to face the sun.

And now, there was Draco.

And if he was anything, he was most definitely not golden, nor was he sunlit. He further darkened my ghostly heart, he discarded rust over my tarnishing skin. And yet, he made me feel...

He made me feel.

In a way that only the damned did at the feet of the devil. The way the huntsman did before skinning his first deer. It was the sort of love that drove nails through hearts, and then tossed it through lighting storms. It was exactly the kind of sick relief I needed after years of cleanliness.

"(Y/n) dear, do me a favour, won't you?" Narcissa chimed from where she read the daily prophet in the window side kitchen table, picking up a bottle of water as I approached, "give that to my son, he's been in the basement all day"
"The basement? What, did the ghoul need some company?" I remarked lightheartedly, and she stretched her wrinkled face into a tight smile, slipping out a soft laugh
"He's bargaining with a captive" she explained as she took a small sip of her tea, "been ordered to get him to give up information on the Gorendal manuscript for the Dark Lord"
"Has he had any luck?" I asked, turning my head towards the basement door, finally comprehending the howling cries that had been drifting throughout the Manor all morning into the afternoon
"Judging by how long he's been in there-I won't let my hopes get up just yet" she answered with a sigh, nodding goodbye as I exited the kitchen and creaked open the heavy basement door, striding past the rows of dungeon cells, arriving finally at the end of the dingy hallway, kicking open the wooden door with the tip of my shoe to reveal quite a sight

Draco stood with his hands curled into tight shaking fists, blood dripping down his knuckles and splattering onto the cold stone floor. His chest heaved with worn breaths, his dress shirt unbuttoning at the top from muscle strain, his blonde hair was slightly matted and tangled from sweat. When he heard the door slam open, his head snapped from where he was glaring at a cowering bloody figure curled up at his feet to me, his expression softening immediately as he wiped burgundy off his lips with the side of his wrist before breaking it into a smirk.

"What're you doing here, darling?" He questioned, the man letting out a whimper and causing Draco to aim a swift kick to his stomach
"Your mother wanted me to bring you this" I informed him, stepping forward and unscrewing the cap off the bottle before handing it to him
"Put it on the table, I'll drink it later" he said, though it was more of a request than an order, still I shook my head
"No, you'll drink it now or you'll take a fucking shower, you smell like a dead body" I grimaced as I noticed the blood spatters that adorned the walls
"How romantic" he teased mockingly, grabbing the water from my hand and taking a long chug, droplets of water escaping his lips and dribbling down his neck
"Who's your new friend?" I asked with a bored gesture towards the convulsing body
"This is Seth Parlo" Draco introduced with a disdainful air, setting the water down to the side, "You'll have to excuse him, he's not the brightest and he seems have forgotten his manners," he crouched down and hauled Seth's limp head up from the floor to face him, "say hello to the pretty lady, Parlo.", Seth only wheezed weakly as he stared up at me through the eye that wasn't swelled shut, "I said..." Draco gritted as he grabbed a switchblade from his pocket and held it menacingly against his neck, "...say hello, you rat brained son of a bitch"
"H-hello" Seth panted at the sight of the sharp metal
"How's it going, Seth?" I responded mundanely, glancing at Draco with raised brows, "hope you haven't been giving our friend a hard time, Draco"
"Oh no, we've been having a blast all day, just two mates hanging out" Draco mused with a malicious smirk, straightening up and swinging an arm around me before looking down at Seth, "ain't that right, Parlo?"