𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬: Draco Malfoy

T H I R T Y - F I V E

[MAJOR TW: blood, gore]
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"Where did you go." She sat up slowly, wincing in pain.

"I had to go meet someone." He slid his shoes off, climbing into bed with her.

"Who?" She made a perplexed facial expression. Her nose scrunched and eye brows furrowed.

"Someone who will make everything better."

She rubbed her red eyes, scooting closer to Draco and draping her arm over his chest.

"Okay, I believe you." She looked up at him, smiling softly before resting her head on him.

His hands fiddled with her hair softly, slowly massaging the scalp and brushing through it with his fingers, which sent tingles down her body.

He decided he'd let her fall into a quick sleep and then do the procedure.

He waited about 30 minutes to make sure she was sleeping safe and sound.

He went and found a small pocket knife in the tent, using it to slice a bit of his hand open, hissing in return.

The wound was visible, and somewhat deep— he didn't mean for it to be as deep as it was.

His eyes shut furiously as the blood trickled to the surface. Looking at Nova, who twitched a bit, yet was still so sound asleep.

How gorgeous she was, even when she was in pain.

He walked over to nova, taking the sharp end of the blade, and cutting a small gash in her hand. He waited for blood to arrive, and that's when he scooped it, bringing the bloody finger to his wounded hand.

When the blood collided, he felt his soul being snatched. His breath suddenly stopped, and his body dropped to the floor as he heaved painfully— desperate for some kind of air.

He laid on the ground for a good 15 seconds without air before finally regaining it.

He had forgotten, he needed to kill a pure soul.

And the purest soul there was.

Luna.

He wrapped his hand in some cloth, before apparating once again.

He landed right in-front of her in a forest, one from Hogwarts.

"Draco? Is everything alright?" Her soft voice feathered down, making it almost impossible for him to look her in the eyes.

"I'm so sorry." He forced out of his swollen throat. He felt a painful headache coming into play, so he tried to speed up the process.

"I'm not quite sure what you mean by that Malfoy." Her sweet smile made him sick mentally and physically. She didn't deserve to die.

He shakily rose his wand, his mouth slightly open. Tears formed on the waterline, his grey eyes now coated with a glossy cover.

"I need... t-to kill— you." His sore voice made her back up, leaving her speechless.

"For Nova." His voice cracked.

"No, please. Please spare me Draco. You don't understand." Fright and panic showed through the symphony of her voice.

"I'm sorry." He forced out once more, keeping his wand pointed towards her. She stood shocked, too scared to move.

He shut his eyes tightly, whispering the spell.

And two seconds later, a thud boomed throughout the forest. He couldn't stand the sight, a tear rolled down from his left eye. The green mist carried her body away into an invisible place.