𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 // 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺

seven

tw//
mentions of eating disorder

Malfoy's don't show emotion.

Malfoy's don't cry.

Crying is for the weak.

Malfoy's are not weak.

I am not weak!

Draco took deep and slow breaths. His foot tapped impatiently against the floor as he waited outside Room 394 in St. Mungo's.

He was dressed in a simple black suit with a white shirt, his mother had gifted him this on his birthday.

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"You look handsome, my baby," She had cooed running her soft palms over his torso to straighten the creases. "Mum! Please stop calling me that! I'm 18!" She just laughed and pinched his cheek and cupped his face.

"I'm so proud of who you are today," She smiled, "I love you, my son. I can't believe you're already 18! It's like yesterday you were wearing diapers," She laughed.

"Mum! Please!" Draco had whined but couldn't stop the small smile creeping over his face.

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A tall dark-skinned man stepped out of the room with a clipboard in his hand, he had soft blue eyes, like the ocean. He cleared his throat, and extended his hand, "Hello, I am Healer Park and I'm looking after your mother."

Draco shook his hand, "Nice to meet you, I'm Draco Malfoy. When can I see my mother?"

"You can see her now, but she is under magic induced sleep," Draco nodded and stepped into the room alongside the healer.

There was Narcissa Malfoy, lying on the hospital bed. Her face was calm and peaceful, a faint warm yellow glow surrounded her body indicating that her body was being healed slowly and steadily.

"Mr. Malfoy, I'll leave you alone for some time. We have run some tests and we need to talk to you about her results," The dark-skinned healer spoke softly, "I'll send for you in a while,"

"Alright, I'll see you," The Healer smiled slightly and left the room, closing the door gently behind him.

Draco took deep breaths and sat down next to her. He took her hand in his and kissed it gently.

"You'll be okay. I promise," Draco said wryly.

The once beautiful and cheerful Narcissa was now quiet and pale. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed. Her face was sunken, sharp cheekbones and dark bags under her eyes.

"Don't leave me, yeah? You're all I have, Mum. Even though I never tell you, I love you. I love you and I'm grateful that I have you as my mother. You have done so much for me, thank you. Thank you." His voice was small as if scared to wake her up but all he wanted was her to sit up and hug him, tell him that everything will be alright.

With a lump in his throat, he sniffled.

Draco wanted to cry. He didn't. Just like always.

Crying makes you weak, he thought.

A gentle knock at the door could be heard a while later. The silence of the room broke.

"Come in," Draco cleared his throat.

A nurse with dark brown hair entered, "Healer Park wishes to see you in his office." She tried not to grimace, her sight flitted from his left forearm to his face. Clearly annoyed by the fact that she had to talk to a Malfoy.