𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒽 | 𝒟.𝑀.

25 | ﴾ Hell Hole ﴿

After nearly being murdered in his sleep by his wife, Draco was arguably wide awake with his mind racing. Although he feigned nonchalance so that Madeleine would go back to sleep, he was in fact, not in any sort of state to relax.

He had awoken to her kissing his neck, in what he thought was an act of her trying to seduce him. They had started to kiss and grope, and she had slid on top of him and rode back and forth in a manner that he had never experienced before that drove him absolutely wild, up until she quickly snagged her wand from the bedside and shot it up into his jaw threateningly. Her eyes had begun to glow and he'd realized in that moment that he had been duped by the awful Veela living below the surface of her mind.

He waited until she stopped crying in his arms to try and drift away himself, but his heart was contracting with pain. He was incredibly worried that she would not win the battle against whatever this evil was that had latched onto her and was actively trying to take over her agenda.

A deep aching spread below his ribs as he held her tiny body against him, his hand woven through hers where he had magically cuffed them together. He wanted more than anything to save her from her confliction and make a real life with her at the Manor, but he had no idea how to work through the mess that the war had left behind, not only in his own obliviated mind but in hers as well.

He was irrevocably in love with the girl. As far as he could recall he had never been in love before. He was the type to wait until something of perfection came along before he invested in it, and she was exactly that. Not only her gorgeous body but her fiery mentality, her fierce determination, and her creativity with the arts called to him. She was the ideal opposite to his calculated, mathematical and reserved mind, and he was hooked. Now there was serious work to do if she needed to be saved from some sort of ancient Veela nightmare.

He kissed her forehead possessively, reveling in the sweet smell of her hair that never seemed to be out of place. She sighed in a fairy like voice and nuzzled deeper into his neck and his heart panged once again, unable to stop the immediate adoration for her mannerisms.

A buzzing on his wrist drew his attention and he lifted his left arm in surprise as a memory on the watch had randomly decided to start up. For a moment he pondered how often the damaged machinery had been performing in such a way while he was asleep.

He directed his arm at an uncomfortable angle so that the holograph would display in a fashion that supported his current axis.

The memory flickered on to depict him sitting next to her in Death Eater attire, downstairs on the fourth floor in his bedroom. She was wildly distraught, her face was emotional and outraged. Their voices came out in crystal clear tones. He watched with raised eyebrows at the evident hostility between them.

He was shocked and confused by the partial information it provided from the starting point, but one thing was certain: they had been trying to get pregnant, and she was upset that he'd set a pregnancy protection charm on her without her consent. Draco actively scowled at the notion that they had almost conceived a child, or had even intended to for whatever sick reason. They were fighting in the middle of a war and it sounded like the worst idea possible.

The mood went on to darken as she callously made some kind of comparison between himself and Harry Potter, and he literally jumped in the bed as his obliviated self slapped her so hard across the face that her head spun.

She sighed in real life, unaware against his shoulder, as he shook watching the scene before him.

Younger Draco waited a moment with absolutely no regret on his cruel face and then fled the room.

He watched as his younger self barreled down four flights of icy stone stairs, burning with evident rage and snarling under his breath. He went straight down to the bottom level and was almost out the door when Narcissa's loud, sharp heels clicking on the floor prompted him to pause with his hand on the doorknob and his eyes shut in aggravation.