I Have To Tell You Something (d.m x reader)

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I kept steady contact with her eyes.

Her hair always framed her face nicely.

"Hm..?"

I played with the hem of the blanket as I continued to clarify.

"He was not with the death eaters, because I killed him, y/n. The letter I received on that night was from my mother."

A slight grimace had formed upon her features mixed with heavy confusion, as her eyes spaced out.

"Huh?" She asked.

"I don't want to repeat myself.." I muttered, quite bitterly as I reflected, looking away.

"I didn't know that.. how come no one knew that?" She asked, her confusion expanding more, her regrettable choice of getting to know me started to become known to her.

"No one knows what happened to him, except for McGonagall and yourself now." I admitted.

"Oh Draco, I need to go and be alone right now." Her eyes held some pity for me, and I understood. Nodding to her words, I looked away as she walked out, not bearing to look at her any longer with what I had admitted.

I stared out the glass paned windows, thinking about all the events in my life that have lead up to this moment and point in my life.

I wish I handled some things differently, I wish that I knew what to do.

I didn't have anyone, except for Theo and Blaise. I knew they'd always be there for me, but I can't help but think about the people that I have pushed out of my life.

My father, I killed.

My mother, I ignore.

My love, I don't fight for.

I sit and wonder many nights in a row, about where exactly I'm going in life.

My body, it ached. Through the midst of my thoughts, I didn't realise someone had entered the infirmary.

I heard their footsteps and I slowly turned my head to face their direction.

"I would give you a proper beating right here and now, but I'm no cheap shot," he laughed to himself, twirling his wand in his hand as he sat where Y/n had sat a few minutes ago. "You're already as weak as it comes anyway.." He smiled.

I glared, not giving Cedric Diggory the satisfaction of my retaliations. He was the one who attacked me I had now realised.

"Y/n looked so sad when she exited, I'm happy that you got my message and you ended.. whatever you had with her." He grimaced, talking about Y/n and I's involvement with one another.

"Go out and get her then, if you're so confident." I spat it out. I thought about biting my tongue, but it didn't seem so appealing at this point.

My head, and body, was too weak to fight, argue, or let alone put in the effort to look into somebody else's mind. I didn't know his motives.

"That's exactly what I'm planning to do," he paused, chuckling as he put his arms behind his head.

"Just came in here to let you know, is all." He got up as he said it, confidence all over his face.

His over confidence disgusted me, how someone could be so ignorant to think that they are the best and above all, the standard of a person.

He amazed me, in a bad way.

He rested his hands on his hips, a bit of the disgusting black tattoo showing on his left forearm.

I could indeed believe that Diggory could stoop so low, as to get branded as one of them.

"Does it bother you that it's not real? By Voldemort himself?" I cracked a small smile as I looked up at him.

And, with no regrets, I had momentarily been blacked out by his poor spell recitations.