After Draco left, you found yourself sitting on your bed, your terrible beast of a cat in your lap. She purrs, content to love you as you stare at the folder letter Draco gave you. Gingerly your fingers trace the imprinted 'M' on the emerald seal. Finally, you begin reading.
'My son, I admit receiving your letter came as a surprise to me as I have not heard from you in quite some time. From what your mother has said, there's still penance I must make in your eyes. If providing this information is a step in that direction, I will give you anything you ask. Your mother also tells me that you've found your soulmate. I don't suppose this girl you inquire about has anything to do with that, does it?'
Draco had spoken to his mother about you. The revelation is simultaneously disturbing and heartwarming. What did she know about you? You internally groan, thinking of all the shit you've put her son through.
'It is a lie to say that I did not know her parents. Your mother and I were schoolmates with them. I admit I am not as familiar with her father. For reasons I am sure you can piece together, I was banned from that friendship. However, her mother was a half-blood. She and your mother were partners in potions class on a few occasions, as I recall. Therefore, she may be a better person to answer the girl's questions.'
Narcissa and your mother were friends. Maybe not friends—but you had hope that you could connect with someone that knew her once. Hope was a rare thing for you to feel these days. You hoped for a better life with Draco, and if he forgave you, he was handing over an even more generous gift than you could expect from him in the process.
'In my inquiries with the Ministry, the focus has been on more recent events. This girl's parents were victims of the first time the Dark Lord rose to power. Therefore, I am not sure what information I could aid anyone with in regards to their murderer's capture from the inside.'
'As for possible suspects, based on the night and the report you sent me, it is a small list. I have summarized it in the latter half of this letter.'
You gasp at the list found at the bottom. Your cat mewls in protest at you as you deposit her next to you. You begin crawling across the bed to your copy of the notebook. You finally find the page with the list of Death Eaters. You'd known for a while that somehow Mulciber II was involved, maybe even Theo's father, but this confirms your suspicions. They were both gone the night your parents were murdered. You continue reading, storing away this information.
'As for your concern as to whether I was involved in those deaths, no, I was not. I cannot say that I did not know that their names were on a list. They were climbing their way through the Ministry. It made them ample targets for the Dark Lord. They were not on the list of people to kill but rather to control. I can only assume that something went wrong in the process of that control.'
'The Dark Lord had a way of sowing both trust and distrust; therefore, not everyone was privy to every mission.'
You didn't know the relief you would feel at the words that the Malfoys were not involved in their deaths. It was one of your fears you admitted quietly to yourself.
'I wish I could give you more information, but unfortunately, that is all I have. We miss you and love you, Draco. Per your mother's wishes, I have canceled the contract with the Greengrasses. Don't miss your chance at happiness, son. Please bring your soulmate by the Manor. We would like to meet her. -L.M.'
You found yourself mindlessly wandering around the apartment while reading, and you end up in the kitchen. Setting down the parchment on the table, you sit down. You can't help but wonder what the other half of the letter looked like, the one to Lucius.
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Dilectio | Draco Malfoy x Reader
FanfictionDilectio is Latin for Spiritual Love ------ A recent graduate of Ilvermorny, you've made the trek across the pond from your home in America to London. You find yourself hiding under the radar from the Ministry of Magic working as a barista at a coff...