𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 - 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖔 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖋𝖔𝖞.

Chapter 65- Nymphadora.

I was back in Draco's room after that heated conversation with Lucius.

I truly feared the well-being of Draco. I was going to do something about that. before everything I was going to find a way to protect Draco without him being aware of it.

I sat beside him in his bed, it was a lot smaller than our usual bed and the space was quite conjugated. I studied his features and how they appeared so soft while he was asleep. 

I scooted a bit closer to Draco, gently removing the hair covering his forehead, and noticed how he needed to change the bandage on his head. The morning sun glowed on his graceful features making him appear almost like an angel. The sun made his golden hair glow, he didn't look human.

Only if his actions were just as beautiful as his features. I was infuriated with how he acted but I just couldn't seem to find a way to just look away. I wanted to feel the soft skin on his face against my fingertips.  

I wanted to admire him. He was mine to admire. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. 

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"I forgot to tell you, We're supposed to be expecting my cousins to come over, today." He stated as he brought out the equipment needed to change his bandage.

"Cousins?" I replied as I finished taking a sip from the orange juice I was drinking.

"My mother's sister and her daughter and maybe her son."

"Oh.." I glanced at Draco, there was another bandage stuck exactly on Draco's forehead, right where his wound was. I noticed even with the help of the mirror, he was struggling to place it around him.

I could tell he was shying away from asking me for help due to our arguments. I stood up and seized the white bandage wrap from him, and gently began swaddling it around his head. 

His eyes followed my gaze and at last, I dared myself to make eye contact with him. It was swift but enough to make me scream in my pillow. He had himself semi-covered in a white towel with water dripping from his light hair to his neck. 

He grinned at the sight of me looking into his gaze and took the chance to place his hands around my hips and pulled me closer to him. "I saw you staring at me when I was sleeping." He admitted. "You know yourself you can't stay away from me."

I felt my insides fluster at his confession. "You can't stare at me if you were asleep."

"I was pretending, my love." 

My face felt hot. 

"DRACO, ARE YOU READY YET?" Draco shook his head and removed his hands from my hips at the screaming voice of his mother; who was downstairs.

He stood up and began shuffling through clothes in his closet. "I'M ALMOST READY."

I picked up the empty glass and decided I'd go before Draco to not make anything appear suspicious. 

"Are you gonna stare at me change now too, darling?" His lips curled into a wide smile as he took out something navy blue. 

"Don't forget about the fact, I still haven't forgiven you." I turned around, my back facing him. "And I have no interest in watching you change."

To that, I left the room. 

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"Oh, it's such a pleasure to meet you after so long, Narcissa." A woman who appeared quite similar to Narcissa embraced her. I suppose it was her sister. I couldn't remember her name.

I then spotted Draco and Nymphadora having something having a conversation.

"The last time I remember you were exactly the height of my shoulder, and now you're a foot taller!" Nymphadora exclaimed, chuckling while holding a sleeping baby.

"The last time I remember seeing you was when you were like fifteen, and now you have a son!" He answered, picking up the baby. "What's his name?" 

"Atlas." 

"He looks like you."

And then Andromeda and Nymphadora turned their heads and noticed me. I stood there awkwardly until Narcissa walked over and stood right beside me. 

"This is my beautiful daughter-in-law." She stated, I couldn't help but cringe at myself and glued my eyes to the floor.

"You're married too?!" Nymphadora exclaimed to Draco. 

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I wanted to ask around a billion questions.

I wanted to ask Nymphadora about her son, how her journey was when her bump really began to show, everything I could possibly think of; yet I restrained myself.

Instead, I just filled my plate with the various foods being provided for breakfast. I felt a different kind of urge, the urge to just eat, eat, eat whatever was in front of me. It was like an extremely powerful craving, except it was for everything.

I resisted the temptation and ate an average amount of a portion for a person.  

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Later in the day, I finally got the chance to get back to my room and the first thing I did was throw myself on the bed and acknowledge the disturbing amount of fatigue drowning me.

Is this what it was like to be pregnant? Or even worse to hide it from literally everyone, even your significant other all because you were scared of commitment?

I closed my eyes and let tears flow, some of them slipped out. I was not ready to be a mother and day by day, I couldn't ignore the soul growing inside of me. For the first time, I wondered if I was feeding my child enough, was my child comfortable, were there any complications.

It wouldn't matter.

I was bound to abort it anyway. As soon as I'd reach the second trimester. 

I sat up and noticed there was a foreign bag laying on the couch in Draco's dorm. It seemed as though it was a shopping bag.

It was white and the material was hard, and I stood up and walked towards it out of curiosity. 

There was a tight black dress folded up inside, with a note. 

                  Wear it to our dinner tonight. 

                                                                   Draco. 

I unfolded the dress and it was quite revealing it say the least. The sleeves were nothing but noodle strings that would sit on my shoulders, and the dress itself was tight. 

I wondered if someone was going to be there. 

No. Draco would've never let me wear a dress that looks like lingerie to the dinner. It was going to be just us. 

8.09 PM

I looked at the woman in the mirror. It was me.

There were voluminous curls falling almost to my hips, a hint of red lipstick, and a gorgeous black dress.

It had been a while since I had dressed up this....fit. It practically showed all my curves, the pitch-black dress almost felt as though it was going to rip apart.

I looked at the address Draco had told me to come and memorized it in my head.

And then apparated. 

A/N; uhhhhh romance alert