"You must stay atleast for a week, Draco." Narcissa insisted as Lucius opened the gate to the Malfoy Manor. The very same manor where I had come to celebrate Christmas.
The same manor where Draco and I had first kissed.
The same area, where my own husband stabbed me.
Draco had a pure white bandage wrapped around his head, and a soft beige-colored cast squishing his right arm. "If you say so, mother."
It was evident to everyone present in the manor that Draco and I had become distant.
Even with him being so utterly sick, barely able to move and speak--he had chosen to grant me the cold shoulder.
My husband is so stubborn sometimes.
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Dracos Point of View.
My head spun like like a swing swinging in a constant circular motion. I wasn't sure if it was the side effects or something else.
I found myself often zoned out, though the doctors had informed me, this was normal for a sick patient.
"Draco," Mother called.
I glanced towards her, meeting my gaze in hers.
"Why are you acting so cold towards Emerlyn?"
Suddenly, I felt the buried memories of her opposing my father flushing in my brain. The arguing, screaming, yelling.
My wife was truly stubborn.
"Just an argument that's why..."
"What do you mean argument?" Her tone had changed. She sounded a bit more concerned with a combination of frustration. "After the chandelier crashed on you, she was the first one to reach you, even though she was all the way at the back."
I furrowed my eyebrows together to recall my memory. I did remember hearing her voice and remembered her gentle hands pressing on my face.
"Not just that, she sat by you day and night while you were dying--and this is how you decide to respond?"
I didn't want to believe it. At all.
Not because I suspected my mother had lied.
But because of the immense guilt and need to apologize building up inside of me.
I didn't like apologizing, it made me feel less of a person; more submissive.
"I-I'm sorry--" This was all I could blurt out, these were those kinds of words that'd just come to your tongue without a single thought.
"Go apologize to her." She commanded. "Oh and--"
These two words were enough to demand my attention. I turned around viewing my mother.
"Prepare yourself for a few guests."
"Guests?Who?"
"Your cousin."
"But I don't have any cous-Nymphadora?" I furrowed my eyebrows together, trying to remember her appearance but it was just a blur. The last time I had seen her was when I was about ten.
"Yes, Nymphadora and Andromeda are coming over."
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EMERLYN'S POINT OF VIEW.
Being six weeks pregnant wasn't an easy task and on top of it hiding it made it even more difficult. I couldn't even stay nauseous properly because of the fear of getting caught.
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