All Our Broken Pieces

Chapter 17

*Draco's Pov*

Riddle and I were just back from seeing our fathers, business trip.

I guess that's what you could call it.

We knew what we had to do, but I don't think either of us have the strength to do it.

We were hoping we could put off seeing Nora for a while, or anyone for that matter.

Both of us needed some time to let what we had been told to sink in.

Unfortunately, we weren't that lucky.

As we walked back across the courtyard, Pansy and Nora came bounding up to us excitedly.

Fortunately for me, I could get myself into a discussion with Pansy for a while, Riddle wasn't so lucky.

He could barely even look at her, neither could I but, it must be worse for him, I think.

After a few short sentences exchanged he told her he needed to leave, that was probably for the best. 

I had know Mattheo since we were young, and I could see on his face, he could be around her for long, he couldn't restrain himself from her.

She was his own personal brand of heroin.

I would say he should be grateful to have found her, given the state he was in before her, but now... well, she might just be his demise.

I finished my conversation with Parkinson can followed him up to the dorms.

I wasn't fast enough to catch him before his door was shut and the lock clicked, poor lad.

Honestly, I wasn't sure if he would be able to do it, but he did, he kept himself away from her, as best he could anyway.

It wasn't long before she fought back though, but that's Nora and I knew he could handle her, though I was surprised when the others where shocked after their little fighting session, it's like had they never met them before?

A few more weeks went by and we were called urgently, back to the Manor.

Obviously we obeyed but, the both of us were confused as to what there was to talk about.

So soon after the last meeting anyway.

It was dark, my large, black home stood before us, I'm not even sure I can call this a home anymore.

The heavy front doors creaked open and we stepped though into the dining room.

A long table was crowded with people who silenced when we walked in.

"Ah Mattheo, Draco, my boys, welcome home." Said my father, fear plastered across his face.

He really was pathetic.

"Welcome back." Said Voldemort.

Ugly bastard, I wonder what he wanted us to do now.

We sat before him, awaiting his next words.

Mattheo looked at his lap, refusing to meet his fathers face.

"I have word, there is another whom is against Dumbledore."

I looked from him to my mother, confused as to where this was going.

"Apparently, they go to your school." He paused and stroked Nagini.

"Nora Goldhunt, I recall her name being."

Shit.

Mattheo's head whipped up, staring his father right in the face.