Draco:
Cold. Dark. Alone.
I wake up to the smell of breakfast seeping through my door. I sigh from the aching headache pounding at my skull and the burn coming from my arm. I open my eyes to see the blank ceiling of my room.
I feel numb.
I lift my arm to look at the irritated marks that will soon turn into scars. The dark mark is still there, looking better than it did when I first got it last night. I reach over and grab my other pillow before I throw it on my head and scream into it. I drop my arm and tilt my head, letting the pillow fall to the floor. I feel the tears drip down my cheek and I watch as they fall wetting the hard concrete. I watch as the floor begins to become soaked in my tears. I jump, almost falling off my bed, as there's a knock on my door.
Butler: Breakfast is ready, Mr. Malfoy.
I ignore him and listen for his footsteps to disappear back down the stairs. I sit up as my headache pounds even more.
Today is going to be hell. I can feel it.
I swing my legs on the side of my bed and slip on my slippers. I walk to my suitcase to grab a sweatshirt to hide my arm so mother doesn't see. As I pull out my quidditch sweatshirt, the teddy bear Ana got me stares at me with its cuddly smile. I pick it up and bring it my nose, inhaling her beautiful scent.
I miss her.
I set the bear down, throw on my quidditch sweatshirt, that also smells like her, and head downstairs. Mother is in her robe and her hair is up in a bun. Her face is makeup-less and she smiles at my presence.
Narcissa: Good morning, my Draco.
I don't say anything and smile as I sit down. Father doesn't acknowledge me as he stares down at the daily paper and sips his coffee.
Narcissa: How did you sleep, dear?
Lucius: Fine, Cissa. I told you.
Narcissa: I was asking our son, Lucius.
He looks up from his paper, his eyes focusing on me next to him.
Lucius: Yes, right.
He looks back down at his paper.
Asshole.
Narcissa: Anyways, how did you sleep?
Lie.
Draco: Fine, Mum.
She nods and turns towards her plate as the butler comes in with the mail on a tray. He bows and places the tray near mother, letting her take the letter before he stands up.
Narcissa: Thank you.
Butler: You're welcome, Mrs. Malfoy.
The butler nods and walks out of the dinning room. Mother opens the letter and quickly reads before she gasps.
Narcissa: Lucius, dear!
Lucius: What is it Cissa?
Narcissa: They've accepted!
Father looks up from his paper at her.
Lucius: They have?
Narcissa: Yes!
For the first time in years, my father smiles and turns to me.
Lucius: Wonderful news.
What the fuck?
Draco: What is?
Narcissa: We have found you a...
Lucius: ...wife!
A wife!?
Draco: Wife? Why? What!?
Narcissa: Well we...
Lucius: We wanted to chose the right one to keep pure blood and wealth in our family.
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