Inordinate Love

End of September.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea.
My love is so deep; the more I give to you, The more I have, for both are infinite.
-Romeo and Juliet

Draco:

    "Please, Lucius, let's not do this today." My mother was calling out. "No, enough! Don't you dare talk to me like that in my own house!" My father quickly strikes back. I slightly jumped at the voice of my father, which was now ringing in my head.

He never seemed to care or to show love and compassion to me or my mother. She swore he did. I never saw it. I never necessarily disliked my father, but I don't think I would even consider him one of that.

"He's just a boy," I heard my mother plead through my thoughts. She's the reason I even came home; I wanted to protect her. My father often has rages and outbursts, but most of the time he takes them out on me. Sometimes she tries to stop him and when she does, I shake the memories from my head.

"Do you want to tell the boy or shall I?" A voice spoke that wasn't my mother or my father; it was my aunt. "Draco. Your task isn't complete. It must be done within three weeks; the Dark Lord will not wait any longer." My father said this as he was stepping forward, placing his hand on my shoulder with a firm grip. "Oh, come on, Lucius, you know he doesn't have the will!" Bella spat out as she was making loops around me. "I'll do it! I will!" I began "I already have her where I want her. I am just waiting for the right moment to do it. So I can really break her heart. I want her to look me in the eyes as I take the pathetic little mudbloods' life." I knew when I said that that I was lying.

I can't do it.

I can't kill anyone, let alone Granger. I just hope my lie was convincing.

"Well then. Good. Because if you don't, well, we know what happens, then don't we?" The evil black-headed witch was saying this as she was putting the dagger up to her throat in a sweeping motion. "Go on now, Draco, to your room." My father started and then continued as he was up close and whispering in my ear. "Don't tell anyone of this or there will be consequences." He was pulling me in for a hug, most likely to confuse my mother.

Manipulation.

My father's favorite game.

His words were always sharp and his looks were always scary. I nod in response to him and he lightens his grip on the back of my neck. I go to my room, like I was told.

I tried to go back to school, but they would not let me. I tried to write to her, but every time I tried, I was punished in unspeakable ways.

God, I hope she was okay.

Was she worried?

Did she even care?