𝐀 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 [Draco×OC]

25: How would I explain to my parents that I fell in love with a Malfoy?

Ángeles' POV

"Ángeles... Come with me," Narcissa said, extending her hand. "Don't be afraid."
I took her hand, and with great difficulty, I started walking with her. She didn't look at me or speak to me the entire way. We reached a large door, which she opened with a spell. It was a room with dark décor: everything was dark green and black, very similar to the Slytherin common room. Honestly, it didn't surprise me. They were cold people, and both had been Slytherins. What other colors would they decorate their home with, even years later?

Narcissa led me to the bed, helping me lie down on it. I didn't want to open my eyes, didn't want to look at her. I had failed. I didn't get the prophecy. I couldn't protect the Death Eaters... I ended up injured by someone I couldn't even see!

"Ángeles, you're in bad shape... What happened there?"
"I... I don't know. The last thing I remember is that I was about to attack Harry," I said, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to erase that horrible memory, "and then someone attacked me from behind, leaving me... Like this," I sighed in pain, "would I have died?"
"Well, I don't know if you would have died, but the blood loss would have knocked you unconscious..." she said, taking one of my hands. "Why don't you get changed?" She waved her wand, leaving me in my underwear. "Don't worry, I didn't see anything," she smiled, "you'll wear this."

In front of me, a white t-shirt and black leggings appeared, dressing me and covering my body with both garments. The contact of the fabric with my wounds caused an indescribable burning sensation, and Narcissa seemed to notice. Very carefully, she lifted the sleeves of the shirt. A drawer from a small cabinet opened, and a bandage floated out, wrapping itself around my arms. I hadn't noticed how injured my body was, previously covered by the Slytherin uniform. My arms were scratched and very red from the depth of some wounds. My face felt the same: burning. I could feel dry blood on all my limbs. What kind of spell had they cast on me?

"It hurts a lot, doesn't it?" Narcissa said sadly.
I nodded.
"I'm scared..." I said quietly, hugging my knees. "I did everything wrong! I wasn't supposed to fail!" I started crying. "The Dark Lord asked me to cons..."
"Ángeles, the Dark Lord didn't ask you for anything directly," she interrupted with some severity. "The others were supposed to get the prophecy and protect you. Your power was only to be used if the situation got out of hand... Don't blame yourself."
"I shouldn't have failed!" I shouted. "What if he does something!? What if he hurts Dra..."
"Draco?" she asked, concerned. "What do you mean?"
I didn't know how to respond. Truthfully, I didn't know how much Narcissa knew about me. I didn't know if Draco had told them anything beyond those stupid false stories from "The Prophet." I didn't know if they understood what he meant to me, beyond everything that was happening...
"I... Voldemort is dangerous. I wouldn't want Draco to suffer because of this. After all, he's the one who brought me to this side, right?" I said, looking up. "I wouldn't want him to suffer because of my uselessness..."
"Ángeles, do you really think you're useless?"
Tears welled up in my eyes again, and I couldn't answer her question. Without realizing it, I knelt on the bed, throwing myself into Narcissa's arms, and she returned the hug without hesitation.
"I'm scared, Mrs. Malfoy, I'm terrified," I continued crying. "I... I don't want to lose him. I don't want anything to happen to him, please, I don't want anything to happen to him." My voice cracked more and more with every word. "I'm beyond saving; I've done too many horrible things, but him... He's a good guy. He's not a monster like he sometimes thinks he is. I... I know he's not, right? Draco's not a monster." I sighed with a small smile. "He... He's wonderful." I smiled even more. "He really is... He's the best thing that's happened to me in a long time... Even with all this madness."
Narcissa broke our embrace, pulling away slightly, grabbing me by the shoulders and looking straight at me.
"I... I didn't know you felt that way," she said with a smile, visibly moved. "I shouldn't tell you this," she lowered her voice, "but Draco has been different for a while now, and I think I understand why."
"Different?" I asked, surprised.
"Well, you know he grew up in a... difficult environment, which sometimes prevented him from living life the way he wanted to, like a teenager, like you should too... Still, something about him has changed. He has a light that he didn't have before, you know?"
"You think so?" I asked, no longer crying, with a huge smile.
"I'm sure of it. Imagine, do you remember that article in 'The Prophet' where they announced your relationship?"
"The one with the picture on the Quidditch field?" I laughed. "Merlin, how embarrassing... I swear I was just helping him. He and I, well... He's not my boyfriend."
"I know, but do you know what he said? When I asked him about that article, when I scolded him for not telling me he had a girlfriend, do you know what he said? Absolutely nothing! He just asked me, 'she's beautiful, isn't she?'" she said, smiling conspiratorially.
"Did that really happen?" I started crying again, but not from sadness, this time from joy. "I don't know what to say," I said, smiling non-stop. "I just want this to be over, Mrs. Malfoy..."
Narcissa hugged me again, gently stroking my hair, reminding me how much I missed my parents and how badly I needed a hug from them at that moment. They didn't know I was no longer just Ángeles Rasmüssen, didn't know I was more than just a student, didn't know I was here, clinging to life, doubting all the preparation and warnings they had given me for so long. Their warning to be cautious with the Malfoys seemed more distant with every passing moment...

Draco could be imperfect — in fact, he was, and very much so. He was never in a good mood, had a bad temper, and treated everyone poorly, something that, no matter how much it was a defense mechanism, shouldn't be excused. However, after getting to know him, I understood the depth of his personality, realizing that the moody, bad-tempered boy was much more, and could become even more... And I know he couldn't undo the harm he'd caused to so many people, including me, but I believe that everyone deserves a second chance if they prove, through their actions, that they've earned it, that they can change...

How would I explain to my parents that I had fallen in love with a Malfoy?

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