Malfoy | Draco Malfoy [Book1](Unedited!)

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When I opened my eyes I was laying on the bed, I graoned through the pain as I noticed the bandage on my arm, my ankle changed, my eyes widened as I lift my top up. New bandage on my ribs too. Did he change them when I was sleeping?

I slowly step out the bed looked around, everything was back to normal, the last thing I remember was everything being destroyed, it would have taken a lot of time to bring everything back to normal

I'm starting to piece the events together in my head. I went crazy, I lost control of my emotions, the anger inside me had overflowed. Then a burst of energy then blank. I look around and everything is normal, no more shaking, no more destruction, nothing. I took an uneven breath and slowly went to the front door limping.

I reached the door and I opened it. I didn't care where I was going. I just needed to clear my head. I could feel the pain of my broken ankle, my ribs hurting still and the bruises on my chest.

Then I saw him outside, smoking, he looks over his shoulder at me "Are you done being dramatic?" He tilts his head.

I feel my blood boiling at the way he said that, the way he even looked at me as if the destruction was nothing more than a tantrum. I take a quick inhale and look at him "it's not your place to call me dramatic, it's not my fault you don't feel anything!"

His eyebrow shot up, his lips curled into a small smirk as he took a drag out of his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke. "I didn't say it was your fault. I said, you got dramatic."

He took a few steps towards me, and I backed up was he not scared or curious about what happened?

I stayed silent as he stepped towards me, there was a slight mocking tone to his voice Was he trying to taunt me or something? I looked away from him and took a step back.

"I hope you feel better having your breakdown, but you are weak if you're going to act like a child over death." his smirk irritated me so much that I wanted to rip the cigarette out from his fingers and stomp on his face.

I felt my jaw clench as he took another step towards me, my adrenaline starting to kick in, my breathing starting to quicken.

"I am not weak," I said through my clenched teeth, taking a step back. "I just lost my best friend, you would know how it feels if you had any sort of attachment to someone." I said, it sounded like a taunt, and it was definitely what I intended.

He chuckled "You don't even realise what you have got in here" he says grabbing my hand and putting it on my own chest.

I was caught off guard, he grabbed my hand and placed it on my chest. I flinched, but I remained silent, not knowing what he's going to say next. I could feel my heartbeat starting to pound, the blood rushing through my veins, I could feel my hands trembling but I still stood my ground.

"You have more power in this body than you realize." his tone shifted, to one of slight fascination. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held my wrist, not letting me budge."You do realise what happened few hours ago right?"

I stayed silent, my heart was beating so fast I could feel it through my chest. I wanted to pull away, but the way he was looking at me, the way he was talking it seemed like he knew more than I do

"That little... tantrum. That was you losing control of your power, that was you unleashing the chaos magic that is inside you." his voice made my skin crawl.

"Chaos magic?" I said again, my voice slightly raising. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"That's right, that chaos magic of yours came out... And it will continue to come out when you lose control of your emotions until you can learn to control it." he says looking down at me.