Malfoy | Draco Malfoy [Book1](Unedited!)

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Athena Jones

Lucius had somehow managed to get Narcissa to stop crying, I can't stop crying. Everything is fucked up. Voldemort won. Harry Potter is dead.

They buried him in the forest behind Malfoy manor, near his favourite tree. Draco hadn't left the spot ever since. I stayed beside him, but I wasn't sure if he was even aware of my presence.

He stared at the freshly dug grave, his eyes distant, his expression blank. He didn't cry. He hardly spoke a word. It was all my fault. That curse was supposed to hit me not him.

I watched him, feeling helpless. I wanted to say something, anything, to offer comfort or support. But I couldn't find the words. I didn't know how to comfort him. I didn't know how to comfort myself How could I comfort him when I was the reason his brother was dead?

The guilt clawed at me, and I hated myself for it. It was just me and him, ehe hasn't looked at me once.

I mustered up the courage to speak, my voice barely above a whisper. "Draco...?"

He didn't respond, didn't even acknowledge that he heard me. He just continued to stare at the grave.

I moved closer to him, reaching out to touch his shoulder, but he flinched at the contact, pulling away from me.

"Don't," he said, his voice cold. "Don't touch me."

I recoiled as if struck. His words stung, making fresh tears well up in my eyes. I took a step back, feeling a sharp pain in my chest.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, fighting back the sobs that threatened to escape.

"Save it," Draco said, his tone still harsh. "Whatever apology you have, save it. You're the last person I want to see right now."

His words felt like a punch to the gut. I couldn't breathe. I wanted to protest, to tell him I never wanted this to happen, but the words wouldn't come. The guilt was suffocating me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing myself to respond. "Draco, I never meant for this to happen. I know it's my fault—"

"It is your fault!" He snapped, finally turning to look at me for the first time since yesterday. "You shouldn't have shown up in the middle of the battle you should have listened to us and should have left! But no you just have to screw up every fucking thing"

His words echoed in my ears, confirming everything I already knew, everything I already felt. It was all my fault. I had caused this. I was the reason Nicolas was gone and Draco was hurting.

"You," Draco continued, his voice rising, "if you weren't there, it would have never fucking happened!"

"I know" I whispered, my voice cracking with unshed tears.

"No, you don't know, do you?" he yelled, "You never do. You never listen, never think, never fucking take a moment to realize the things you do. And then it all blows up in our faces. It's all your fault."

Every word he said felt like knives in my chest. I knew he was right. I always manage to get people hurt around me. like a walking disaster.

"You're a disaster," he hissed, getting closer. "Everything you touch ends up broken, and this—" He gestured towards the grave, "This is the most broken thing yet."

I flinched. He was right. I was a curse to everyone around me.

"It's like you Jinx everything"

"You— you—" he paused, his voice dropping, a dangerous calmness creeping into his tone, "I don't want to see you right now. Leave"

"Draco—" I started, but he cut me off.

"I said Leave!" he yelled, turning away from me again.

I stood there, feeling as if my heart had shattered into a million pieces. I wanted to reach out to him, to fix it, to fix everything, but it was clear he didn't want me there. He never wanted me.

Turning away from him and the grave, I began to walk away.

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It's been four days....I think it's been four days I couldn't remember anymore. I left the Malfoy manor that day I couldn't bare to spend a single second, the guilt was eating me alive. The wizarding world was crumbling under Voldemort's warth and reign.

They're killing everyone who have ever supported Harry Potter. I've been hiding myself, with the hood of my cloak, wandering through the dangerous streets.

I was exhausted, both mentally and physically. I was hungry, tired and cold. I haven't slept in days, not since the day Nicolas died, not since the day Draco told me to leave.

Maybe they're right. I'm a Jinx.

My feet carried me aimlessly, my mind numb to my surroundings. I kept to the alleys and darker corners, avoiding any sign of life.

Jinx, Jinx, Jinx, Jinx, Jinx

Suddenly, I heard the murmur of voices ahead of me, coming from further down the alley.

The voices were hushed and urgent, as if engaged in a secretive conversation. Fear gripped me, as I peeked to see three death eaters.

One of them, their face hidden by a mask, stood at the center, while the other two stood guard behind him. Before I could retreated into the shadows, one of them noticed me.

"There!" he yelled, pointing at me

Panic seized me as I considered running. The three death eaters was already striding towards me.

I turned and ran, my ragged cloak fluttering behind me, I ran and ran aimlessly until reaching near a cliffside.

The sea crashed beneath me, it's roar echoing in my ears as I turned back to see the three death eaters in pursuit. I looked down and at the three of them now standing in front of me their face hidden beneath the mask. I was trapped.

I was either going to die by falling of the cliff or by these three death eaters. A dead end. A cliffhanger. That's how life felt like right now. A cliffhanger.

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