a/n: i'm sorry for the long wait again, i have finals and AP exams coming up so a lot of my time has been occupied studying. That being said the next update won't be up until after May 10th. I will be updating VERY frequently after that.
Also ik this version of the story is a lot less popular than the og but it would mean the world if you guys would share or recommend this version to your friends. You guys don't have to, it would just mean a lot since i think this version is going to be a better reflection of who i am as i writer
happy reading!
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Narrator's pov:
His stomach hadn't stopped turning from the moment he exited the bathroom. He had needed a moment to himself, to regroup per se. Malfoy wasn't one to open up about his feelings but he could at least admit to himself that he felt nothing other than complete guilt for being the cause that one of his housemates would take the mark.
Pity. There's nothing more to it. It was either pity or doubt in his abilities, and after the countless performances he had put on for the Dark Lord at Bellatrix's command, well let's say that his abilities were certainly not the problem. So Malfoy was stuck with pity. The death eaters were fucking pitying him.
He hated it to say the least. Lucius taught his son from a young age that a man who is pitied is a man who is weak, and a man who is weak is a man with no power. And where does lack of power leave a Malfoy heir? No where. That Malfoy heir is considered useless, a pathetic waste of time. Draco would be as good as dead.
To make matters worse fate had aligned a twisted, dark path so meticulously so it would have to be his best mate that took the mark for him. Miles or his sister. But Miles doesn't let anyone look at her the wrong way before beating the hell out of them so it makes perfect sense that he'd step up. Draco expected it. He just felt bloody ashamed that it was his fault Miles was in the position to begin with.
"My Lord, I have a preposition to make."
What the fuck was she about to do? Draco shot his head in her direction and immediately let himself invade her mind. It was a whole mess in there, her thoughts were running and now he could understand that the slight bobbing of her head was from the fact that her leg was bouncing at rapid speeds.
She was scared. He could've guessed that but the fear was beyond any other. She wasn't only scared for herself but for Miles. It was like a lit up board at the front of her mind with flashing lights that screamed "I'm saving Miles, I don't want this. I'm doing this for him."
Oh.
Draco focused harder,
"My Lord,"she started, "I think I heard that you were looking for a Bletchley to step up and help out Malfoy- er, Draco this year..." It felt bitter to Draco hearing Clara refer to him by his first name. He sneered his lip at her in disapproval.
What are you doing?
Draco could tell his intrusion startled her. He considered taking the back door but her mind was just so vulnerable open he couldn't help himself. He nearly caused her to jump out of her seat but he didn't necessarily care.
He continued studying her, seeing what she displayed openly for him. It was mainly fear, with a mix of confusion because she didn't know whose voice was ringing through her brain.
Bletchley what the fuck are you doing?
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Clara's eyes were jumping back and forth between Draco and the Dark Lord. She figured out it was Malfoy who was in her mind. There was only one person with a voice that was hoarse and raspy sounding tonight. Her only question was how he managed to do so.
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Broken Promises
Fanfiction*second version, other has been discontinued* --- He's a high society pureblood. Anything you ask of him and you best believe he'll do it. Unless it's absolutely unreasonable of course. --- Promise to restore glory to the Malfoy name. Done. Promis...
