10~ Cringe Worthy Name

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She's talking to me. And all I can do is lie.

Her voice rises and falls and does a twirl in the air before it finally reaches my ears, and all I can think to do is hold on to every word. I never know when I'll get this pleasure again. I'm trying to keep my composure, but it's slipping fast.

"It's nice talking with you, Ms. Granger, but seeing as though I'm at work, I must be going."

"I've made you terribly uncomfortable, my apologies."

"No, you're just fine, maybe we could continue this at a later date when I'm not working."

I'm so torn. I want, no need, to see her again. Spend time with her. Listen to the sweet sound of her voice. But I could lose everything. My cover. My entire life. She isn't known as the smartest witch of our age for nothing.

"I'd love to," she smiles back. I nod to her and wander off.

She never fails to take my breath away. Her voice. Her hair. Her lips. Everything about her is mesmerizing. She makes me want to tell her everything. Who I am. Why I did what I did. But I'd scare her away. She'd never understand. She'd hear the name Draco Malfoy and cringe away and never talk to me again.

Malfoy, a cringe worthy name. It reminds me of my past. My mistakes. Her screams still haunt me from the night at the manor. I wanted to help her. But I couldn't. I wasn't even in love with her yet, she was still a mudblood, but blood didn't mean anything; it was all the same when it was spilling out of someone.

That was the moment I knew I didn't want this life. I couldn't handle this life. My parents wanted that. They still see muggles and muggle borns as beneath us. But everyone bleeds red, and that surprised me. I was always taught that their blood was dirty, muddy. But that night I saw my blood spilling out of the same place on my arm as it did on hers, and I realized it was all the same.

That was also the night I decided that I was going to become a healer when it was all over. To fix my mistakes, to fix all the lives I watched get changed in my childhood house.

I needed redemption, so I got it the only way I could think of.

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