draco malfoy imagines

dancing with your ghost (request #2) 🥀

word count : 2143
house: u pick <333
warning: talks about death and stuff so consider yourself warned <333
requested by: my bby urFATherGAY_ I hope u like thiz one aaa

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dancing with your ghost

You woke up, covered in sweat that is dripping from your forehead. It was another nightmare, another nightmare because of that painful night. You were trying so hard to move on, to go on with life as you should, and just push the pain away because you also want to live your life. It has been a year since that night happened, since you lost him, but it still hurts so bad. You can still feel the open wound in your heart ache every time you would wake up in the middle of the night because of that nightmare. You can still feel your heart break into a million pieces whenever you reminisce the events that unfold that night.

You just want to live for him, but it seems like your will to live died with him that night.

You turned to your nightstand that is located on the left side of your bed, and you looked at your clock, it was 4:06 AM, the same time he died, the same time that you would wake up every night after a nightmare. It felt like a ritual at this point, and you just got used to it. You got used to it that you know the drill. You got out of bed and went out of your room. You were staying in a small muggle apartment in London, away from the wizarding world because everything about that world reminds you of him and the pain of losing him. You shivered at the cold contact of your feet and the cold floor, as you walk to your kitchen to grab something to drink. It was still dark out, but you are used of the dark. Everything was dark when he left. Your life was dark when he died.

As your lips touched the glass, you decided to fill the silence around the apartment with the stereo, so you walked towards your living room and turned on the stereo. The song, your song, was playing. It was always like that. Every night, always the song that's playing on the stereo once you open the stereo. Its like the fate wanted you to remember the pain of losing him, a constant reminder of the regrets, the what ifs, the "I could've done something to save him" and the "I wish he was here, holding me close, as I hear the music of his heartbeat that always calm me down."

You pushed the pain away as you look outside your window. Your apartment has this huge window overlooking London, and every morning you would watch the sun rising. The sunrise always calms you down, giving you hope that someday you'll be okay, that you will heal, the pain will subside, and that you will see him again, in heaven by the rainbow's edge. It always makes you smile, to know that you'll hug him again, and tell him that him dying for you was worth it, that he didn't waste his life away for you.

Everyday, you try to do things to distract you from the pain. Like today for example, you are going to go to Malfoy Manor to visit Narcissa Malfoy. She invited you to come over because after his death, she too was devastated. Narcissa loved you, and she loved your company after he died. You two would bond like mother and daughter, and you two would do things together like paint, or you two would visit Lucius in Azkaban, and sometimes, the both of you will tell stories by Draco's grave, remembering the boy who didn't have a choice, and all of the great memories the both of you have. Today, you two will visit Draco's grave after you and Narcissa have tea and some catching up.

After the sun rise, you decided to go back to your room, to read a book just to pass time. You were expected to be in the Manor at 10 AM, so you still have time. You set your alarm clock at 9:00 AM so you still have time to prepare just in case you accidentally fall asleep because you were still sleepy. You indeed fell asleep after 3 chapters, then woke up at 9. You took a cold shower to wake yourself up and got dressed. You apparated to the Manor by 9:40, and you still have time to take a deep breath because it was still painful when you walk through this Manor, as if it was still that night, when he died. You would ask yourself how Narcissa managed to live in this place for this was the place that he died. The place where he last breathed, the place where he left you and this cruel world behind. The place where he asked you to go make a difference for him, to redeem him.