Not Yours( Draco Malfoy)( Muggle)

WHY?

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A month had passed since Draco last saw Emma, and although he had been trying to move on, thoughts of her lingered in his mind. One afternoon, he found himself walking past the café where he had first met her. Driven by a mix of curiosity and concern, he decided to stop by.

The café was quieter than usual. Emma was behind the counter, her usual warmth replaced by a more subdued demeanor. She seemed distant, and her smile was notably absent.

Draco approached the counter, trying to keep his tone casual despite the concern he felt. “Hey, Emma. It’s been a while.”

Emma looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. “Oh, Draco. Hi.”

“You seem a bit... off,” Draco said gently. “Is everything okay?”

Emma sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. “It’s been a rough month, to be honest.”

Draco’s concern deepened. “What happened?”

Emma glanced around, as if checking to make sure no one was listening. “After the accident, my parents got involved. They were really worried about me and Josh. They started making decisions for us, thinking it would be best for us to focus on our relationship and make it official.”

Draco frowned. “What do you mean, ‘make it official’?”

Emma’s face showed a mixture of frustration and resignation. “They arranged for us to live together and pushed us into a more serious commitment. It’s like they’re trying to make things work even when I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

Draco listened intently, trying to read between the lines. “And how are you handling it?”

Emma looked away, her expression troubled. “It’s been difficult. I feel trapped between what my family wants and what I actually want. It’s hard to know what’s best.”

Draco could sense the turmoil in her voice but noticed she was holding back from revealing more. “I’m sorry you’re going through this. If you need to talk or if there’s anything I can do, just let me know.”

Emma managed a faint smile. “Thanks, Draco. I appreciate that.”

Draco nodded, understanding that she wasn’t ready to share more. “I should let you get back to work. Take care, Emma.”

As he turned to leave, Draco felt a mix of regret and sadness. He had hoped for some resolution, but it was clear that Emma’s life was currently tangled with obligations and expectations. The confession he had once prepared seemed irrelevant now.

Walking away from the café, Draco felt the weight of his own emotions. He knew he had to respect her choices and her current situation. The feelings he had for her would remain a part of him, but he understood that sometimes, life doesn’t unfold the way we hope.

For now, he walked on with the hope that Emma would find a way to navigate her challenges, and that in time, both of them would find a path forward, even if it was separate from each other.

Draco walked away from the café with a heavy heart, the weight of the conversation pressing down on him. As he made his way to the quiet garden behind the old church, he felt the sting of unspoken emotions and unfulfilled hopes.

The garden, once a place of calm and contemplation, now felt somber and reflective. Draco sat on one of the benches, the setting sun casting long shadows over the neatly trimmed bushes and flowerbeds. The serene atmosphere did little to ease the turmoil inside him.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled through old messages and memories of Emma. The past month had been a relentless reminder of her presence in his life, and now, hearing about her forced commitment to Josh, he felt a profound sadness.

With a deep, shuddering sigh, Draco leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. The emotions he had been holding at bay finally broke through. Tears, unbidden and silent, began to trickle down his cheeks. He didn't sob or make a sound; instead, he allowed the tears to fall, each one a reflection of the pain he felt.

The garden, with its blooming flowers and fading light, seemed to echo his sense of loss. Draco wiped his tears with the back of his hand, feeling both vulnerable and strangely relieved. He had allowed himself to be open with Emma, and now he was left with the raw aftermath of those feelings.

As the tears subsided, Draco sat quietly, gazing at the horizon. The sadness of the situation lingered, but he knew he needed to find a way to move forward. He had faced his emotions, however painful, and now he had to accept the reality of Emma’s situation and find a way to heal.

The garden was still and peaceful, offering him a space to reflect and, eventually, to let go. With one last look at the fading light, Draco stood up and began to walk away, ready to face whatever came next with a heart that had been, if not healed, at least touched by the clarity of his own emotions.