TW: This novel contains depictions of violence and physical harm.
"Y/N, are you sure this is a good decision?"
Draco's voice broke the silence as I finished placing my suitcase in the car's trunk.
I turned around to face him, my hand still resting on the cool metal of the car. He looked impeccably formal today—his blonde hair slicked back with not a strand out of place, and his black suit was sharp and imposing. His attire, so perfect, stood in stark contrast to my light blue milkmaid dress and the messy bun I'd tied my hair into.
I met his gaze and nodded, my voice steady,
"Yes, Draco. I really think this is the best decision."
He sighed, the sound soft but heavy with discontent.
"I still think you should reconsider. There are so many other things you could have for your birthday—anything you want. Going back to your father... is that really the best present?"
I didn't answer right away, instead offering him a faint smile as if to reassure him. Draco, however, wasn't so easily swayed.
Stepping closer, he gently cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin.
"I thought you hated him. I thought you'd never want to see him again after everything he put you through."He said softly, his stormy grey eyes searching mine.
I leaned into his touch for a moment before replying.
"I don't hate him, Draco. I just hate what he does when he's drunk. He's not the same man when he drinks. But when he's sober... he's still my dad."
Draco's expression tightened with worry.
"But what if it happens again? What if he hurts you again? I don't want to see you go through that."
I could hear the genuine concern in his voice, and for a second, my resolve faltered. But I forced myself to stay firm.
"I know you're worried...But I've been here with you for a year now, and I haven't seen him once. I'm worried about him too. I need to make sure he's okay." I said softly, reaching up to take his hand in mine.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment, exhaling as though trying to release the tension he was holding onto. When he opened them again, there was reluctance but also resignation.
"I just don't want you to regret this."
"I won't...And I'll be careful." I replied, squeezing his hand.
Draco sighed again, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair, messing it up just a little.
He stared at me for a long moment before finally nodding, though I could see in his eyes that he was far from convinced. Still, he didn't argue any further, and for that, I was grateful.
Tomorrow was my birthday, and instead of gifts or a celebration, I'd asked for this. I knew Draco wasn't okay with it, and I could see the hesitation in his eyes. He had offered me anything I wanted, yet I chose this—returning to face my past.
"I also want to tell my father about us. I think he deserves to know where I've been and who I'm seeing now." I added, shutting the trunk of the car with a light thud.
He blinked in surprise, his pale cheeks flushing a slight pink as he processed my words.
"Y/N... are you sure? Do you think... do you think he'll accept our relationship? I mean, I'm Lucius Malfoy's son..."
He paused, his brow furrowing with concern.
"Your father might despise me and... force you to end things with me."
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