Professor Malfoy

47 | savior

Chapter 47
Zion's POV
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I watched her enter the bathroom.

And I knew something was very wrong when she wasn't coming out of it even after many minutes passed. Me and Theo promised each other to take care of her tonight, and we both failed. Failed her.

Neither of us two were the ones who found Louise in there first. Sitting leaned against the wall, blood running down her skin from multiple opened wounds. No. It wasn't me, it wasn't Theo.

By the time we got there, a tall, blonde haired man was picking her up from the cold ground covered in still wet, deep burgundy blood.

Theo immediately ran toward Lou in Draco's arms, trying to take her from him, but Draco didn't let go at any cost.

"What have you done?" Theo kept asking her, but she couldn't bring herself to answer
as her eyes were locked with Draco's the whole time. She didn't speak.

I can't imagine what must've been going through her head. Through his head.

But I know what was going through mine. Anger. Pure, disgusting anger that I almost couldn't control. It took one look at Draco and my fists clenched themselves automatically.

"How dare he put his arms on her!? How dare he save her now, after so many days she's been crying her guts out!?"

"She's bleeding from everywhere-" Theo kept whispering, more to himself than to anyone
else, "god, what have you done, Louise?"

It was an uncomfortable view - seeing her so weak, so desperate with her body covered in blood and wounds from the million broken mirror pieces. She claimed she was fine, she faked it so well and I believed her. For fucks sake, I even made her a drink even though Theo forbid me to.

I should've known better, I should've known how much Draco fucked her up.

Me and Theo are rushing after Draco and Lou in his arms, blood dripping down her arms as they're hanging down relaxed. I have no idea where he's headed, but my guess is that it's not toward the Hospital wing. No. She harmed herself, they'd send her straight to St. Mungo's and leave her there. As much as I hate Draco, I'm glad he can think and act straight in this messy situation.

"Can't you do some spell!? Do something!" Theo yelled at him from behind.

"Not here." Draco groaned at him and kept walking.

"Fuck..." Theo mumbled under his nose, "but you will heal her, right? She'll be okay-"

"She will be just fine."

Fine. Fine. Fine. I can't help it, a loud scoff leaves my mouth. Lou's 'fine' means 'I am suffering in silence'. She won't be fine. I won't let her.

I wonder what Theo must be thinking about this whole situation with Draco. He can't know, he just...it would break him. I take a glance at him and luckily, he doesn't seem to be thinking about anything else than Louise and her safety.

I look at the two of them around her and think damn, even in this stupid situation, she has two people that love her and would probably do anything to make her feel better. If I don't count myself, of course.

Who do I have? Who the fuck do I have?

Theo's nervous, his body and arms are visibly trembling from fear, even though it's obvious she's going to be healed. I never really understood his love for her, but now I do. No matter what Louise does, no matter how many times they'll break up, Theo will always love her in his own way.