The Deathly love

The son he asked for

                         STILL DRACOS POV
                       ⚠️blood mentions⚠️
I didn't want to open this.
But I've been avoiding my fathers letters for two weeks now,knowing he'd only talk about my grades and how OWLs is coming up.
But I know he must be furious.
So I should open this for my own good.
I was scared.
I felt shivers go down my back.
Goosebumps crawling on my arms.
My hands trembling shacking back and forth.

My fingers slipped over the dark green stamp with  an imprint of a python.
My eyes pinching me with tears as I torn open the stamp.
I took a deep shagged breathe before dragging my hand to the letter and pulling it out.
Looking at the nicely folded yellow piece of parchment.
A sharp tear rolled down my cheek and landed on the worn letter.
My breathing got heavier.
My chest heaving up and down.
My stomach flipping itself around.

My mind shooting everywhere wondering what my father could be telling me.
Another tear rolled down my face.
But I quickly whipped it away before it landed on the paper.
I slowly unfolded it, my breathing growing heavier  every second.
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Dear Draco
What is going on.
Your grades are decreasing by the minute.
That ugly mudblood girl is in front of you.
Are you going to let filthy blood traitors get first in the class?
I don't know what In the world could be distracting you but If your grades are about the stupid dead girl that you'll never see again.
Then that's pathetic.
I hope you can get all outstandings.
Or you may just have to miss spring break.
Your already not coming home for Christmas.
So you can forget about your gifts.
If there is any little whores or people stopping you from getting good grades I'd say cut them out of your life this instinct because the way your grades look it's almost like you'll never graduate.
You are absolutely disgusting me.
If you don't work on it, I'd  be even sad to call you my son but I already am.
I am very disappointed in you.
From Lucius Malfoy-
——————————————————————————My heart sank to my stomach.
My breathing became short and harsh.
My eyes shuddered.
Tears bursted through them.
I let out a long sob.
My body shacking.
I couldn't stop.
My chest started to hurt it felt as tho thousands of rocks had gotten thrown on it.

I got off my bed.
My knees buckling and legs shacking.
I felt dizzy.
My breathing grew heavier.
I stumbled around trying to grip on to anything that would catch my falls.
I grabbed onto my lamp.
I looked at it.
My eyes all blurry from the tears falling out.

I sobbed again and made a strangled noise of anger.
Then I threw it.
The glass shattering all over the carpet.
I let out a groan growing more tense by the second.
I fell to the ground.
Feeling a piece of glass cut threw my hand.
I instantly picked up my hand and looked at the gushing blood through it.
I groaned angrily sobbing again.
The pain pinching me.

I felt as tho my whole arm was on fire.
I let out a muffled scream.
Grunting and crying out.
I stuttered curses under my breathe.
The blood dripping down to my wrist.
I felt dizzy.
The world spinning so fast, walls closing in on me, the sky falling down and crumbling on my selfless body.
My heart burning and breathing heavy.

I tried to get up but struggled.
My legs to fragile and weak to stand.
My arms tired and aching.
My palm in pain and screaming out.
I couldn't stand.
I sobbed out once again tears of rivers rolling down falling my face.
I felt like I couldn't breathe.
My whole body not wanting to let me calm down.

I felt like I was dying.
Every ounce in my body aching and swelling.
I jolted trying so hard to get off the hard ground.
I grabbed enough confidence and strength to finally lift up my body.
Stumbling the slightest before going steady.
I let out a long sigh before a loud painful sob.
I wanted to see my mother I wanted to see Lillian I wanted help.
I stumbled to the bathroom gripping on to my dresser for balance as I went.

I got to the bathroom.
Tumbling in aggressively.
I immediately went to the toilet to grab a yank of toilet paper to roll over my deep cut.
I needed to see madam Pomfrey.
This is why my father hates me.
I seem to mess everything up.
I messed up my own chance with the only girl I imagined one with.
My blood started to sink through the rags of thin toilet paper.

I needed to go to the hospital wring now.
I got up my head burning.
I stumbled over and out of the cold bathroom.
Walking wearily to my door before gently swinging it open.
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"Oh my! The bloody hell happened to you, lay down yes yes"
Madam Pomfrey said through preached lips her wrinkled around them.
I gently fell on the bed with a little thud.
"Oh oh what happened Mr Malfoy? Got a little cut I see"
I nodded.
"I- I- I accidentally cut myself when I dropped my cup of tea, I tried to pick up the pieces "
I furrowed my brows.
"Oh I see, you look like an awful mess"
She said grabbing her wand before muttering a spell to help the cut.
"Now now"
She said grabbing a bright blue potion and pouring it onto a spoon.
"Dink this it will help with the pain"
She tilted the spoon to my mouth.
It tasted ghastly.
Like one of Crabbes farts after he eats cabbage.
I scowled trying not to gag it up.

"Oh don't be dramatic, lay back, you must stay the night, it's the right thing to do just in case"
She sighed.
I looked over to the side.
To see a pale girl in the bed beside me.
With yellow hair and wide brown eyes looking straight at me.
She instantly looked away and rolled over.
"Do I look that bad?"
I croaked out with a soft chuckle.
She laughed softly without saying a words.
I sighed remembering my fathers letter.

Why couldn't I just be that son he asked for.