The Lestrange behind it all {M.R.}

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𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎

Cael looked at me hopelessly. "Are you sure you're alright?"

I sighed. "It was just a glimpse, Cael. Barely a second. He just looked like him."

"So a clone?"

"Fuck, Cael," I groaned, rolling my eyes. "He just looked like him for a second, okay? I'm fine."

"Please don't say you're seeing dead people," he groaned, dropping his head back and looking at the ceiling. "That'd really be bullshit on our part. Great, but shit."

I rolled my eyes, before standing up from the uncomfortable steel Airport chairs. I looked around arrivals, but still no sight of Kyle. I groaned lightly, bouncing up and down on my toes as if springs were attached to my heels.

I'm not sure why I was so excited to see him. Actually, I wasn't excited - I just wanted Cael to stop talking.

"Sit down," Cael sighed. "Being impatient won't get him here faster."

I glared back at him, and he just lift his hands in retreat. My eyes moved back to the people swarming out of the gates, looking like Pansy did when we arrived a couple hours prior.

Then my eyes fell onto him. A brunette guy with tattoos stretching out of his tight black shirt, and a piercing on his eyebrow. Kyle Henderson.

I ran to him like someone who hasn't seen their family in years, and jumped onto him. Unlike Pansy who tackled me to the floor, I only had him take a step back to hold his balance. He was hard to knock over.

I had to look happy to see him. I just had to.

Cael laughed, walking up to him. When I finally got off of Kyle, Cael shook his hand. We made our way to parking, where Cael drove us back to the hotel in one of Draco's cars. He had way too fucking many.

When we arrived at the hotel, where we'd really just drop off Kyle's bags before going out, I made sure to enter first. Pansy already stood curious minded, searching for what she probably expected to a nerd-looking moron behind me.

"Relax," I laughed.

Then the six-foot-one guy entered, and Pansy's jaw literally dropped. She stared up at him, her arms slowly wrapping around my right arm.

"Belle-"

"This is Pansy. The bride to be," I introduced.

"Hi," Kyle smiled, reaching his hand out to shake hers, but Pansy didn't move. She just stared.

I gave her a nudge, and like a spring, her hand shot out and shook his.

"Hi, yes. I'm Pansy. The best friend!"

I smiled in humor. "He knows your name, Pansy. You can let go of his hand now."

She pulled her hand back and stared at him awkwardly. I laughed, before glancing back at Draco.

"So where are we going?"

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The music was just loud enough to not burst my eardrums, but come so close to it that the men had to yell and we still didn't quite understand what they said.

Pansy, Astoria and I walked like toddlers after each other, hand in hand as the boys led us across the club. All three of us wore cocktail dresses, each a different colour. Pansy, a black one that matched her fiancé's black suit; Astoria, a light purple dress with long sleeves; and me, a dark green dress, with chains up the right side of my body to about seven centimeters below my armpit. We all wore high heels, thanks to tall men.

Eventually Draco led us up stairs, where we found an empty balcony with chairs scattered around and a pole in the middle. Pansy followed after him, where they sat like an adorably in love couple at the near end, his arm over her shoulders. Astoria sat down with Charlie, but everyone saw her discomfort. Then Kyle and I dropped down in a corner seat, his hand almost instantly on my thigh. Cael sat down as sad and lonely he was, but he didn't want a girlfriend - yet. Something told me that New York did have a chance of romance for poor Cael.

"Why not hold the wedding in London?" I asked Pansy beside me.

She frowned slightly. "Haven't thought about it, honestly. It's two months away."

"What about at the Manor?" I asked. "It's still in his name, right?"

Pansy sighed. "You sure you'll be able to go there so soon?" she asked.

I laughed lightly. "It's been eight years, Nancy, I'll be fine."

A female bartender entered, only wearing langerey. Cael's horny eyes followed her while Draco's eyes trailed down her body. Men stay boys. She placed drinks down in front of us, before exiting the room. I rolled my eyes, picking up a glass of whatever, before downing it.

"Bathroom," Pansy said as she stood up.

"Coming," I said, following her out of the room.

The place was filled with lights flickering different colours, some staying for a couple of seconds, before changing again.

I exited the bathroom before Pansy, making my way out of the bathroom. A few steps forward, I looked down a tunnel, seeing Pansy's tongue throat deep in the female bartender. I rolled my eyes, ignoring what I had just seen. She's always been like this after we left Hogwarts. Girls. And worst of all - Draco knew.

I made my way out of the bathroom isle, and out into the loud, eardrum hurting, crowded club. I made my way to the bar, where the bartender was missing. So I leaned over the counter, my legs dangling in the air. I grabbed the closest bottle of whatever the fuck I could reach, and moved back down to the ground.

When I turned around, I faced a chest, I softly shoved it back, before meeting the ice cold eyes of a living being. I froze. My heart jumped like a bunny, and my breath felt heavy.

"Matth-"

Someone crashed into me, having me stumble a few steps to my side. It was a drunk girl who didn't even apologize, but walked away. Almost immediately I looked back for him, but the figure was gone.

I fucking swore it was Mattheo. It was Mattheo. It had to be him.

But he's dead.

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