𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬: Draco Malfoy

T H I R T Y - T W O

~Happy birthday~

[2 WEEKS LATER]
[February 11th]
Her eyes fluttered open due to the ragged steel cold floor that iced her skin with a touch. Her clothes had been ripped due to her shaky transportation.

Her lips were a faint blue and skin pale, her lips trembled as she shook from being frozen over.

Her pants had a big hole down the side, her shirt ripped halfway to where her bra was visible enough. Her hair looked as if it had been rummaged through, she look absolutely destroyed.

Inside and out.

Her brain brought varieties of intense pain, mental and physical. Draco was the cause of her sorrow, happiness, and all things in-between. Yet, she'd never felt this sort of anger towards him.

She was infuriated, she would shake out of anger and frustration, cursing at the walls and plotting a plan to hurt him back. She'd hex him if she had the chance to.

If only she had the chance.

At this point, her and Draco felt like lifetimes ago. She was forced to let go memories of them during the process of torture. Her brain had just simply...

Forgotten.

The only thing she had remembered was the hatred she held for him, she didn't even know what they had once before, she left it all behind.

Nova stared at her bruised arm, whimpering from the soreness of her arm. She never got medication, she was treated like trash. She was being left alone to rot.

She'd wake up to an echo of the cells, or a clink of shoes approaching to give her food.

Her mind wandered further and further than ever, rocking in a ball against the wall— her brown hair greasy from the lack of shampoo and conditioning.

She so desperately wanted to escape, to flee this captivity, to be set free—

"I missed you."

She snapped her head up, so fast she could've sworn she got whiplash. Her eyes welled up, her lip beginning to tremble in fear. The man who had caused her torture— now stood before her, well in front of the bars.

God he looked like a train wreck, no words to describe it at this point.

He stood with his head facing down, legs apart, and hands in his pockets. His usual black suit— except it looked looser than usual.

"Get... Please get away from me." She cracked, her throat so swollen and inflamed from screaming so much the last mouth or two.

He rose his head slowly, and her eyes locked with his for a brief second. She saw them in her eyes, she was starting to remember. But then it was over when he broke the stare.

He walked up to the bars, faint foot steps growing louder as he wrapped his hands around the steel bars.

"I missed you." His voice rasped around the bars, echoing through the silent hallway.

"No you didn't." She replied in retaliation.

"If you truly did, then why am I still in this cell."

His fingers tapped the black steel, not having an answer to give her.

"Come here." The word rolled softly off his tongue.

She shook her head.

"Nova."

Another shake.

"Get over here!" He yelled, quiet loud enough for her to jump, but low enough to not be caught.