Destined to be a Malfoy

Chapter 17: Reparifors

Reparifors: a healing spell that reverts minor magically-induced ailments, such as paralysis and poisoning.

~The tears shed by the sky were endless, begging for the constellations to reconcile. But the constellations were stubborn, facing opposite sides, frowning as they missed the other~

~Lumos~

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Draco woke up to feel someone gently playing with his hair. He didn't move as the movement was soothing his throbbing headache.

As time ticked, he sighed and opened his eyes to look up to his kind mother's eyes.

"How are you Draco?" She whispered, her eyes puffy and red.

"I'm alright, just my head hurts." He said whining a little.

"Here, I'll give you the potion for that, helps it go right away!" She hurried off, blowing her nose on the way.

'What happened?' Draco thought as his last memory was Snape and.....Dumbledore.

He shuddered, and his mother entered right away with a flask and a cup of water. 

"Drink a little before washing it away."

"What happened, mother?" He inquired as his head healed.

"I'm not sure, I was not present at the scene. But we will try to stay here while the war begins. It's too dangerous for us."

"Where is father?"

"He is trying to mend things with the Dark Lord, don't worry he's fine." She assured.

"Alright," Draco said unassured.

"Rest, for now, we'll be leaving for Dumbledore's funeral in two hours." She informed strictly.

Draco shivered at the thought and tried to rest but all he felt was empty in the chest as if someone pulled an organ out of his body.

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He sat in the end row, his mother sniffling by his side, though she wasn't even looking at the front but at the side.

He squinted and found his mother's eyes focused on Parker.

He mentally spat at the thought of Parker and her stupid face and...her weak posture. She looked defeated, and all Draco could do was pity her.

He focused back on to the funeral but the tomb was replaced, and the crowd started to leave. He got up ready to leave when his mother held his forearm, stopping him.

"We'll leave after this funeral." She whispered.

He was about to question what other funerals there was when his eyes were placed on Parker making her way to the front. He lowered himself to the chair, appalled at himself as he found Parker looking pretty in that dress.

He coughed awkwardly moving his attention to the tomb she was looking at. He read her facial expressions and immediately understood it as surprised to questioning.

He shook himself slightly, 'what the bloody hell is happening to me? This is Parker we are talking about,  the stupid girl who is annoying, aggressive, pretty, strong and...knock it off Draco!'

He found himself listening to Parker's voice as it started weakly but strengthened as her words respected her father.

He found himself liking the speech and silently murmuring 'rest in peace' to Parker's father. He didn't know the man, but he did have manners.

Narcissa held his arm and apparated them back to the safehouse after the funeral was over. He could swear he saw Parker looking at their direction before he was taken away.

He walked to his room, bored, deciding to write in his journal after Merlin knows how long.

He sat down, opening the book, to find all the pages full of words. The book was filled with just a little pages left untouched. He was about to snap in anger at the thought of someone using his journal when he recognized his own handwriting.

Intrigued by this, he began to read from the first page.

He almost fell off his chair when he just finished that one page.

'When did he start this journal?' He thought but his head hurt and his chest squeezed a little as he gasped for air.

"What is wrong with me?" He shouted.

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As Draco read his journal, he realized the sudden pain happened only when he tried to think too hard.

As for the journal, he couldn't believe all this happened. He first thought this was some fictional story his imagination created but the details about himself and...

Parker or as the journal said, 'his beloved Ara'

Draco cringed over his sappiness and continued reading, never admitting his heart full of adoration at the Draco in the journal, the Draco who learned to love and care, the Draco who was Parker's.

When he finished the journal, he wiped a tear forming in his eye. 

The Draco who had to be fictional was too good.

Draco sighed, this was probably some fantasy he wrote a long time ago when he might have harboured a small teeny tiny crush on Parker when she tortured Weasely for being a git towards Granger. He remembered he was still healing from Potter's rejection to him for the Weasel when Ara aggressively pushed Weasely to the pond.

He laughed, shaking his head slightly at the cute little Parker he remembered.

The Parker he knew now was different from little Draco's fictional 'Ara'. She was weak and tired, she was quiet and self-reserved.

'Definitely fictional!' Draco thought before re-reading the journal as he admired little Draco's writing skills.

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Draco was forced into the deatheater meetings as Voldemort demanded all the Malfoy's to be present at their meetings.

After the meetings, he would find himself walking around his house, staring at some rooms until his head and chest hurt.

He would seek out to read little Draco's fantasy for comfort, laughing over the same parts again and again.

In the end, when he was on the verge of unconsciousness to sleep, he felt his heart and mind wanting his fantasy to be real. He hoped he would find love just like the fictional Draco did, a nagging part of his mind insisted he wanted that love from Parker only, but he dismissed the thought hurriedly.

Oh, if Draco only knew.

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~Nox~

Chapter 17! Wow, we're almost there.

Hope you enjoyed.

Thanks for reading!

~Destiny.