Not Yours( Draco Malfoy)( Muggle)

ACCIDENT

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The days after Draco had stormed out of the café had been torturous. His mind swirled with thoughts of Emma—her laugh, the way she made him feel at ease, and the sharp reality of her life with Josh. He had told himself to stay away, but the more he thought about her, the more he realized how deeply he had fallen for her.

One evening, unable to keep his emotions in check any longer, Draco sent Emma a message.

"Meet me at the garden behind the old church tonight. We need to talk."

The garden was a quiet, hidden spot that he had found during one of his many walks through the city, a place that reminded him of home but without the weight of his past. He knew he had to confess everything to Emma—the truth about how he felt, about that night, and about what it all meant to him.

As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow over the garden, Draco waited, his heart heavy with nerves. He had never been good at talking about his feelings. In fact, he had spent most of his life hiding them. But Emma was different. She made him want to be open, even if it terrified him.

After what felt like an eternity, he saw Emma walking toward him. Her steps were slow, almost hesitant, but when she saw him, she offered a small, uncertain smile.

"Hey," she said softly as she approached, her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket.

"Hey," Draco replied, his voice tight with the emotions he was struggling to hold back. "Thanks for coming."

Emma nodded, stepping closer. The air between them felt thick with unspoken tension, both of them knowing this conversation was long overdue.

"You said you wanted to talk," she prompted gently, her eyes searching his.

Draco took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. His heart pounded in his chest, but he knew he couldn’t hold it in any longer. "Emma, I—"

Before he could finish, the sound of hurried footsteps interrupted them. Both Draco and Emma turned to see a woman rushing toward them, her expression frantic.

"Emma!" the woman called out, her voice full of urgency.

Draco blinked in surprise. He recognized her—it was Jennilia, a friend of Emma’s who had occasionally come to the café to chat.

Emma frowned, clearly confused. "Jennilia? What’s going on?"

Jennilia barely glanced at Draco as she approached, her focus solely on Emma. "You need to come with me. Now."

Emma’s eyes widened in alarm. "What? Why? What’s happened?"

"It’s Josh," Jennilia said quickly, her voice low but tense. "There’s been an accident. You need to get home right away."

Emma’s face went pale, her hands instinctively flying to her mouth. "Oh my God," she breathed. "Is he—?"

"He’s in the hospital," Jennilia said, cutting her off. "But you need to be there. Come on, I’ve got a cab waiting."

Draco stood frozen, the confession that had been on the tip of his tongue evaporating into the air. He could see the panic in Emma’s eyes, her thoughts already racing toward Josh, toward the life she shared with him outside of this garden.

"I—" Emma stammered, her eyes darting between Draco and Jennilia. "I have to go."

Draco nodded, swallowing the ache that had suddenly lodged itself in his throat. "Go," he said softly, forcing the words out. "He needs you."

Emma hesitated for a split second, her eyes flicking to Draco as if she wanted to say something more, but then she turned and hurried off with Jennilia, leaving Draco standing alone in the fading light of the garden.

As he watched her disappear into the distance, Draco felt a cold emptiness settle over him. Everything he had been about to say, everything he had felt, now seemed pointless. She was going back to him. To Josh.

He had been so close to confessing his feelings, to telling her how much she meant to him, but life had other plans.

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Later that night, Draco sat alone in his flat, staring at the fireplace as it crackled softly. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions—frustration, sadness, longing. He had never been this vulnerable with anyone, and yet, Emma was slipping through his fingers.

Maybe it was never meant to be.The thought hit him hard, but he couldn’t shake it. Emma’s life was tangled up with Josh’s, and no matter how he felt, Draco wasn’t sure if there was a place for him in her world.

With a heavy sigh, Draco leaned back and closed his eyes. He didn’t know what the future held, but one thing was certain—Emma had become someone he couldn’t forget, no matter how hard he tried.