Draco's P.O.V:
Three days had slipped by since our last encounter, yet the memory lingered like a heavy fog in my mind. I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that seemed to consume me in her absence. What was this strange sensation in my chest? Why did I miss her, of all people? She was nothing to me, just a mudblood I shouldn't even spare a thought for.
But despite my best efforts to bury these feelings, guilt gnawed at me from within. I couldn't shake the image of her tear-stained face, the result of my harsh words and cold demeanor. Perhaps I was blaming myself more. I found myself questioning why I had hurt her, why I had made her cry. Was it a reflection of my own insecurities, my own inner turmoil? Or was it simply a manifestation of the darkness that seemed to dwell within me?
Hermione's P.O.V:
The past three days had been a whirlwind of emotions, each moment tinged with the memory of our last encounter. Despite my efforts to move on, a lingering sadness weighed heavily on my heart. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing, that a part of me longed for his presence, despite everything.
"Good morning, madame," someone woke me up.
I turned to see Sandy standing there. "Why are you sad?" she asked softly.
"I'm not sad. Why would you say that?" I replied, trying to brush off the heaviness weighing on my heart.
"I just have feelings," Sandy persisted.
"I'm just tired," I deflected, not wanting to delve into the complexities of my emotions.
"Mr. Malfoy is also sad after what happened these days," Sandy continued, her voice filled with sympathy.
"You knew what happened? Did you see it?" I inquired, curiosity piqued.
"Everyone knows," she answered cryptically.
"Everyone? Who told you?" I pressed further, growing more intrigued.
"It's on the first pages of the Daily Prophet. I'll show it to you later," Sandy offered.
"The Daily Prophet? What are you talking about?" I asked, puzzled by her reference.
"Astoria Greengrass, of course," Sandy clarified.
"Astoria Greengrass? What about her?" I questioned, feeling a knot of apprehension form in my stomach.
"You don't know? What were you talking about?" Sandy's tone grew more urgent.
"Doesn't matter. Just tell me, what happened to Mrs. Greengrass?" I pressed, my curiosity morphing into concern.
"She died, three days ago," Sandy revealed softly.
"Died? How?" I asked, shock coursing through me.
"No one knows. It's a mysterious tragedy. Mr. Malfoy is so sad," Sandy explained, her voice heavy with sorrow.
Sandy's unexpected revelation about Astoria Greengrass sent shockwaves through me. The tragic news of her death explained so much about Draco's recent behaviour. He wasn't just being cruel for the sake of it; he was hurting, grappling with his own grief in his own misguided way.
Understanding dawned on me like a sudden burst of light. Perhaps there was more to Draco Malfoy than met the eye. Maybe, just maybe, beneath his cold exterior, there lay a troubled soul searching for redemption.
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Dramione : A Kidnap Story
Storie d'amoreHermione finds herself held captive by the Death Eaters, reluctantly confined to the Malfoy Manor against her will. As she navigates her tense and uneasy situation, she wonders what fate has in store for her interactions with Draco Malfoy, her capto...
