All Our Broken Pieces

Chapter 32

"I see now why you're a Slytherin, ambitious. But I'm afraid that job has already been given to Draco, and he is willing to do it."

I laughed at his clear misunderstanding and underestimation of me.

"I understand he is willing to do it, but I want to do it. And I believe that a person is unable to do anything unless they want it enough. Draco may get all the way up to it, he may be stood right infront of Dumbledore himself and freeze. I, however, have something to avenge meaning I am more reliable."

My heartbeat rang in my ears making the silent room feel overhwelmingly loud. Draco's eyes were fixated on my, filled with horror and as panic rose in me I felt large hand reach out and calm my bouncing leg.

Voldemort had reajusted his position and was resting his elbows on the large, black table. His scrawny fingers intertwined with one another, his eyes fixated in the chandelier which hung above us all. "Mattheo, Draco, please escort Miss Goldunt from the meeting, I want to discuss this offer in a more formal manor."

The three of us knew we wouldn't be reurning for the next few meetings after that and we walked out in an uncomfortable silence until we were a safe distnce away from anyone who may be listening.

"Nora what the fuck was that? What are you fucking doing? Have you gone fucking mental? Oh my days man." He rubbed his eyes with the ball of his palms turning away from me. Waiting for some kind of explanation from myself or Mattheo.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before Draco, but-" He spun back around to face me, stepping closer.

"You have no idea what the fuck you just got yourself involved in Nora. These people are going to eat you alive if you're not careful and you are in no position to fucking ask for a task that half of those people in there were begging for."

Maybe I din't understand fully what was going to come of irrational decisions then, maybe Draco was right to be angry. But I knew danm well I'd do a hell of a better job of it than him.

"Yes I am in a position to ask for it? Fucks sake Draco you're lucky I didn't just go and do it out of free will."

That of course was true, as much as I'd like to try and believe that I was a pure, forgiving person, I was not. I held grudges, gave dirty looks, made snarky comments, spread rumours. I was the pettiest bitch around.
But this time I knew that everything must be done at the right time and so me lashing out would create more problems than it would solve, therefore asking would make things easier, on top of gaining some trust from the deatheaters.

Mattheo stood so quiet beside me I almost forgot he was there. I watched Draco paced around for what felt like forever but in reality was merely a few minutes. "Draco, you have to trust me. I know what I'm doing"

My attempt at comforting him did exactly the opposite of what I intended it to and he stormed towards me, taking a firm grip on my wrist. He rolled up my sleeve showing my pale freckles forearm.

"You see that? That's a dream to me Nora." He let go, rolling up his own sleeve to show the dark mark.
My eyes widened and all the air was knocked out
of my lungs in an instant.
"Wait till they make you get one of these and I swear to god you'll be wishing you never came here." His arm was extended out at me, the skin around the dark tattoo red raw with scratches, blisters and burns.

"Jesus Malfoy" whispered Mattheo anxiously rubbing his forehead. My eyes locked on the heartbreaking sight before me.

"Draco..." he laughed at my sudden fear and softening .

"You know how dirty I feel? How disgusting I am to myself. We have spent night after night trying to find a way to get this sickening mark off of us."