CHAPTER 15
TW : SC$RS , AB^SE, INTRU*VE THOUGHTS.
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CHAPTER 15 - ALL FOR DALIA
"And in the middle of my chaos, there was you"
Unknown
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POV OF DRACO MALFOY
Haunted by my sinister desires, a shadow of trauma looms over my existence.
Awareness of my transformation into a victim of hatred consumes me. I've wounded those closest to me, all for one person – Dalia Azura.
The day our paths first crossed remains etched in my memory. Our families, entwined in an enigmatic connection, shared dinners shrouded in mystery.
*Draco, 7 years old*
At our very first dinner, seated next to my mother at an immense table, I beheld her for the first time. A fragile figure in a blue dress, clutching a teddy bear. Her eyes, vast oceans of uncertainty, refused to meet mine.
She radiated an adorable blend of fear and reservation. A living doll with wavy hair tied into pigtails. Amidst the discussions of our parents, my gaze remained fixated on her, every second without her in my sight causing a ache.
Her occasional glances met mine, triggering discomfort. Squeezing her teddy bear, her cheeks were flushed red, as a concealed smile played on my lips. My father's disapproving gaze lingered as he called my name, disrupting our tension.
".....I'm sure Draco would be fine with the idea, isn't that right Draco"
My father called. Unaware and detached, my responses drew his raised eyebrows as he seemed disapproved.
"We need not keep them here any longer. Perhaps Dalia could show Draco her room, and they can play for a while?" suggested a woman with a countenance mirroring Dalia's. Likely her mother. My own mother reluctantly agreed.
I followed her tiny footsteps, and entered her room. As I entered, Dalia's room shrouded in blue hues and countless teddy bears. I loved blue too. "I love blue too" I said mesmerized in awe. I don't think i have ever seen this much blue in my life. "You do?" I heard her angelic voice which mesmerized me even more. I nodded which evoked a beautiful smile on her lips.
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Since that encounter, my visits to her house were tinged with excitement, not for the teddy bears or the blue room, but for her – a puzzle I yearned to solve.
To impress her, I adorned myself in blue, meticulous in every detail. Our connection deepened through countless sessions, laughter, and shared moments. Her evolving aloofness bewildered me, a puzzle I struggled to comprehend.
*Draco, year 3, 14 years old*
Her return to Hogwarts from Beaux batons carried an air of mystery. Changed and distant, our reacquaintance lacked the warmth of our initial connection. A meeting filled with her expressionless gaze left me unsettled. "Do I know you?" she questioned, provoking an involuntary flinch.
"Yes" I stared at her, "Yes you know me, Dalia"
Within our school group, she remained tethered to Pansy Parkinson, her companion shadowing her every move. My attempts at connection with her failed, an unsolved mystery I grappled with.
Dalia's disdain for a particular girl, short and unassuming, intrigued me. I made a cruel remark once and it initiated a cascade of laughter, unveiling a connection between Dalia and the girl, shrouded in secrets and unspoken hatred.
I fueled the mystery, bullying the girl to draw Dalia's attention. The revelation that the girl was Dalia's sister added another layer to the enigma. Dalia's jealousy, her irritation, all added to the web of complexities surrounding us.
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The mean-spirited remarks grew darker, shrouded in a bitter mystery. Some days, I led the girl to Dalia's room, unveiling cryptic insults in a ritual of hurt. Feyre's stoic lack of reaction only intensified her rage.
Driven by an insatiable need to satisfy Dalia, I pushed further. In one fateful session, I subjected the girl to the Cruciatis Curse, an act that concealed the internal agony beneath her seemingly unscathed exterior. Dalia's laughter echoed, a haunting melody to the enigmatic dance of pain and pleasure.
All for Dalia, a puzzle wrapped in mystery, leaving me entangled in the shadows of my own creation.
All for Dalia to fall in love with me, so I can finally have her delicate figure at my fingertips.
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A/N : growing up is realising that DALIA was the real villain.
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