Dance of Fates

chapter 30

When Draco Malfoy woke he felt as if He was cast into a dream. The pale sunlight falling through the shutters made him wince, it felt like the air disappeared around him. Suffocating, that's what he felt.

Yet he felt so cold, his fingers numb from the chilly air reigning in the dark room. The bed beneath him was uncomfortable and his body felt heavy as if someone placed stones on his chest.

Where am I? He wondered if his memories were distant and blurred like rain. He had died, so much he knew. Daphne Greengrass pushed him off the lake, she drowned him, He was to die, but yet he was here. Alive.

He searched his memories, his head pounding in a painful rhythm.

"Careful, my dear," a familiar shaken voice gasped and touched his brow.

He inclined his head, his whole lower body brimming with pain. He recalled her golden hair and blue eyes. 

"Mother!?" he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Draco," she cried."It is me." Embracing him.

"I should be dead," he said, his voice strained, afraid. Every part of his head burned with pain as he tried to remember the last moments before his death. 

"Don't say that!" she snapped, a frown taking hold of her face. Then she put a goblet of water in his mouth.

He drank eagerly, but his thirst for answers was even greater.

"What happened?"

"The witch killed, almost killed you, if we were just a few seconds late, you wouldn't return to us!" Her tears started to fall. Then she grinned, baring her white teeth and brushed her hand over his cheek.

He remembered his struggle, to keep air within his lungs, he remembered her reflection above the water, He shivered violently. As he sat up he emptied his stomach on the floor beneath him.

The chill creeping back into his bones, The memory pierced him deeper than sharp. 

He leaned against the wall as he tried to stand. Moving forward he stumbled over his feet like a newborn babe, but Narcissa was quick at his side and steadied him.

"No, you need to rest," she told him, but he ignored her. He needed answers. Now.

"I won't let her get with this!" Before Draco could finish, he saw Lucius bursting into the infirmary.

"You won't go anywhere" his father's voice called, pushing him back to the bed harshly, despite the frown creasing Narcissa's brows.

Lucius yanked him from the collar harshly " You were under Imperius curse, do you understand, you don't remember why you were there, you don't remember what you saw or who you saw, do you understand me, boy!" He hissed at him.

Draco's fist the bedding, biting his inner cheek. "She talked to him!" he snapped angrily, his dark eyes piercing into him"A lie…it was just a nightmare," His father restored.

"How are you doing, Draco?" The headmaster entered the infirmary, with a gentle smile.

Draco glanced at his father, who shot him a dangerous glare.

He clenched his fist tightly under the covers, licking his lips before he finally spoke.

The words that pleased his father,

By noon, he kept staring at the ceiling thinking of all that happened until he heard the student next to him shift in its bed, moving the curtain.

Draco looked by the corner of his eye to see no one but Pansy Parkinson.