𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬: Draco Malfoy

T H I R T Y - F O U R

~Healing~

They finally went to a place where Nova could rest after the injury to her leg. Draco himself was at that point running out of options and, Nova, the one he loved, was being tormented.

As he let her lean against a tree, he ripped part of his sleeve off, she wasn't fully aware with how much torment she was in. He put his sleeve into her mouth,

"Nova, I'm going to twist your leg back in place but I need you to try your best to not black out."

He looked at her but, she wasn't reacting. There was no time.

He put his hands on the leg that was harmed, she was already groaning in pain. "I'm sorry" is all he said prior to twisting her leg back into the right spot as a stunning scream left her mouth. Her wails could be heard through. although it hurt him, he had more to do.

"Shh, it's okay, I'm done." He said, kissing her temple, removing the sleeve from her mouth and folding it over her leg.

She shouted out once more to quieting down and resting...

—

Subsequent to being on the run for quite a long time, both of them were so intellectually and genuinely exhausted.

They would give some comfort towards each other, yet the tension made a boundary. Making them stressed all times of the day.

Draco had been looking for the right spell for quite a long time, making new movements and words, no luck.

—

"Okay Nova I think I got it." Draco held the wand towards her stomach, grasping it firmly and hoping it would work.

"Translontus." He tried, failing more miserably than the times before.

His head lowered in his palms. "Nothing is working."

"What is this even for, Draco."

"It dosent matter."

"Well it kinda does if it depends on you using me as your test dummy."

He accio'd a few books. Reading pages and pages until he found out a shocking fact, that he couldn't bear to even look at. He sighed deeply, scratching his head and continued reading.

He went blank, sitting down to explain his side to Nova thoroughly.

"I'm trying to find a spell— That'll help you. It'll help your pain... go away." He whispered lowly.

He knew the consequences that would come if. He wasn't sure if he was completely ready to give up everything just yet.

He's still only a boy.

"What, what does it say." She glared up at him, from the bed. The cold finding a way to slip through the tents zipper.

He couldn't seem to look at her, his mind was to boggled to think straight. He didn't know what he would do.

"Malfoy, what does it say."

"Malfoy?" He finally looked at her.