All the Little Lies [WATTYS 2015 ENTRY]

Chapter Sixteen

Draco's POV

Surely, the devil himself has signed a contract with my father. It's as if I am made to pay for the unforgivable sins I have done,though there's one thing that's wrong: I didn't do anything. What have I done to have this problem now? I planned on courting my Granger so i can win her heart away from Weasley, and yet this comes up? My plans are all ruined!

"Mom, you can't do this!", I yelled at her. She replied, "But Draco, it is vital for a Malfoy to".

"But mom, I don't care about being a Malfoy anymore! All I wanted is my lfe to be normal, to have a plan of my own for my own life. It's not yours!", I yelled. Was so exasperated. I stayed away from my flower for 5 years now. It wasn't easy; there were countless opportunities wherein I can talk to her at any time. I took my father's threat seriously in that long amount of time. What is it now that I have to get this problem in front of me?

I ran out of the mansion, hearing my mother's endless yells of my name and telling me to come back. But I can't the fact alone that I was arranged to a woman I didn't even know that exists has gotten me mad and furious.

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I nervously knocked on the door. I have nowhere to go to; no friends, no relatives, not one person in any relation. The door opened to my fright as I stay face to face with an old woman, probably in her mid 50's, redhead with a hint of grey. "Yes, how may I help you? Oh, Draco! What has gotten you here? You look awful! Come in, come in!", she said, gesturing me inside. I timidly accpeted her warm invitation.

Leaving the manson with a simple shirt and jeans s a big mistake. Winter started last week, having continuous snowfalls here and there. The environment has been too cold, and soon enough, had me like a frozen popsicle for 4 hours. I battled with myself whether I should go to the Weasleys' residence or not. But then again, I didn't have a choice.

"Ronald, get a blanket this instance! Ginny, make a hot choco, quick! Grab the logs, Harry, I'll get my wand to start a fire. Where did I put it?", she said. Her motherly aura was so warm and inviting. She's like my mom in more ways than one. I sat on the sofa.

Footsteps wee heard as the wooden stars creaked. "What's the commotion here, Mrs. Weasley? Is there someone... oh, Malfoy!", a girl's voice said. Soon, I was shocked, too, to see my Granger in the Weasleys' residence.

"Good evening to you, too", I said, staying calm as I wrapped my hands on my arms, getting my whole body to warm for the meantime. She swiftly got down and sat beside me, taking off her jacket in the process. "Gosh, you're freezing! Have my jacket", she said, giving it to me. Being the stubborn gentleman I am, I shook my head. "No, you need it better than I do. Besides, the blanket s going to be here any minute", I said, refusing her offer, though I'd like that. Her fruity scent would be a delight to sniff at, even if it makes me look like an animal.

Weasley's hand gave me a blanket, making me see his face. His face clearly showed utter confusion. I grabbed the blanket, saying a "thank you" in return, only letting him nod back. Potter was carrying logs to the fireplace, before glancing back at me. He was also confused, placing the logs.

Potter sat beside my Granger, while Weasley took his place opposing her. Mrs. Weasley casted a spell, and fire started to crack in my utmost liking. "What has driven you here in our place, Draco?", Mrs. Weasley kndly asked. I sat properly this time, before answering, "I went out in our mansion, Mrs. Weasley. I was arranged to a marriage in my dislike. Can I stay here at your place? I promise to get a job, and pay the rent and the other necessities I used".

"Sure thing, Draco. You'll be staying with Hermione's room here, we don't have any available rooms vacant for you. Paying the rent is enough, as long as you help in the chores", she replied back. I smiled to my delight; not only having a roof to stay under, but to be with Granger.

My Granger.