Destined to be a Malfoy

Chapter 5: Morsmordre

Morsmordre: Conjures the Dark Mark, which is the sign of the Death Eaters.

~Lumos~  

~Constellations, full of life and hope. Yet why were there two constellations filled with death and depression, at a time like this?~

The next day Ara woke up in pain. Pain everywhere, especially around her chest. She quickly went to the restroom to clean herself trying very hard to ignore the pain.

She left her room to see Draco Malfoy clutching his chest while leaning against a pillar. He had a pained expression. At the sight of Ara, his expression washed away and replaced to a relived one.

It was as if she was being pushed towards him. Like an attraction. They were magnets, opposite ones that would attract each other. She walked over to him and the pain all over her body was slowly fading away. 

He straightened himself and held out his hand to her. She took hold of her saviour as all the pain immediately left. 

They both sighed in relief. Peace at last. 

With each other.

~

The Malfoy's announced that they would be attending the Quidditch World Cup to which Ara was looking forward to. Getting to see her friends would help keep her sanity, as day by day she would always depend on Malfoy to keep hold of her as the pain decreased. She hated how she would have to rely on Draco Malfoy or anyone in general. She liked being independent, and this pre-bonding engagement was definitely not helping. 

They were used to it by now, holding hands or their feet touching during mealtimes. Light feather touches here and there that made their hearts flutter.

Due to the magical bond obviously. 

Nothing else. 

~

Ara packed a few clothes and necessities and made her way to where the Malfoy's were waiting. The males held each other's arms and apparated away. Narcissa held out her hand to which Ara took hold of.

"Don't worry, I'll catch you if you fall," Narcissa repeated. This time her face glowed. Her expression reminded Ara of Mrs. Weasely. How she would love and care for all her children, the red-heads and the jet-blacked one as well.

"Thanks, mum." Ara grinned widely.

Narcissa's eyes widened and they apparated away.

They arrived at a large room that looked similar to the Manor but slightly smaller.

Narcissa hugged Ara tightly.

"You do know that once you see a person as a close relative, you are magically bonded to them and by magic law, they are known to you by that relation. If we were to go to the ministry or ask anyone, they would immediately call you my daughter."

Ara's eyes widened. Narcissa immediately assured, "Not that I have a problem, I will love you as dearly as I do with Draco, my dear." She smiled kindly down at her daughter.

"I wouldn't have asked for anyone else." Ara sighed happily and hugged her mother.

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"Oh Ara, How.Are.You?" Hermione stressed on each word.

"I'm doing fine, what about you?" 

"Oh forget about the formalities, tell us everything." Ron urged.