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Year 5: Betrayal (Draco's POV)

Draco's POV

I should've told her. The moment Umbridge blasted that wall down, I realized I should have told her. Should've forsaken the rules and my pride and everything else, because the look on her face. . .

Utmost betrayal. Disbelief. Heartbreak. All rolled up into one devastating expression that nearly brought me to my knees. I forced myself to look away from her and crafted a cold smirk onto my face.

Don't look at her, don't look at her, don't look at her-

"Get them," Umbridge said. The second she did, I made my way towards Felicity, before anyone else could touch her. I grabbed her elbow and leaned close enough to her to whisper in her ear and not be overheard. "Let me explain," I pleaded. She said nothing, and her face was wiped free of its gut-wrenching expression.

As we walked towards Umbridge's office, I slowed down, allowing people to pass us until we were in the back and no one would be able to hear us. I squeezed her arm in at attempt to get her to even look at me. "Felicity, please."

It all happened in the span of a second. One moment, I had an arm on her elbow, and the next, she had me pressed against a wall, her wand digging into my throat.

Her face was blank as she snarled, "Don't you ever touch me again. Consider yourself lucky that I'm not transfiguring you into the vile rodent you are and feeding you to my owl." The only thing that betrayed her was her eyes. Tears, bright and silver, lined them. It hurt more than I ever thought possible to see them, and know I was the cause.

Forgetting about the wand completely, I tried to take a step closer to the girl I loved. Her cold voice stopped me in my tracks. "Do not." I swallowed and tried to think of any words to help me explain to her, but there were none. No words, and, I realized, no explanation. I betrayed her, and that was all there was to it. I broke the trust and heart of the person who meant the most to me in my life for the sake of a reputation and my parent's pride.

Felicity inhaled deeply before bringing her wand back down to her side. She retreated several steps, before saying the words that shattered my own heart. "We are done. From now on, you don't think about me, you don't look at me, you don't talk to me."

Oh god, this isn't happening-

"You are a bloody coward, Draco Malfoy, and I hope to God you and your sadistic family rot in hell."

She whirled around and marched to Umbridge's office herself as I stood in the corridor alone, wondering how my life became so phenomenally ruined.

~*~

The weeks that followed were rough on everybody, but especially the members of Dumbledore's Army. Everyone was aware of the type of detentions they were all facing every night with Umbridge, but no one stopped it. Plus, to make matters worse, the whole school knew. About Felicity and me, everything we'd tried to kept hidden. . . Everyone knew.

Including my parents.

The letter I'd received was ten times worse than the Howler Weasley got in our second year. Letter after letter was delivered, almost every member of my family expressing their utter disgust and disappointment in my actions. You ought to be burned off the family tree, they said, you don't deserve to be a Malfoy, they claimed. The worst was from my father, though. I predicted his words, but they were still painful to read.

Draco,

You are a disappointment. To be meddling with the pathetic, filthy blood-traitor, soiling the Malfoy name with Gryffindor scum, you're lucky we don't disown you and let you fester in the Muggle streets.

If I hear one more word about you having anything to do with that girl, your inheritance will go directly to your cousins, and you'll be shipped off somewhere in which you can't embarrass your family.

The Dark Lord will not be pleased to hear of this, Draco. But he will be hearing of it. Actions have consequences, as you and that trashy Gryffindor will soon realize.

There was no signature; the wax family crest on the letter and my father's crooked letters were evidence enough.

I almost didn't care about anything my father entailed in the letters, until the last three lines. My heart stopped beating. If anything happened to Felicity, or her friends or family. . .

No, I wouldn't think of that. Not right now. I heard the snickers behind my back as I rose from my seat in the Common Room and tossed the letter into the roaring flames of the fire. I turned slowly, assembling my features into an expression I'd seen my father make a million times before. Cold anger and intolerance. The sounds instantly ceased as a group of third years now found themselves cowering as I towered above them.

"If I hear you say one more word, I will rip out your tongues and throw you into the Great Lake," I promised lowly, "And tell everyone else that, too."

I strode out of the Common Room and up to the Owlery, where members of the Inquisitorial's Squad had to report to meet and go through any mail we deemed suspicious or likely treasonous.

I shifted through letter after letter, before one in particular caught my eye. I recognized Felicity's sloping handwriting a moment before the name on the front registered. Dalton Wright.

Jealousy surged through me as I carefully tore open the letter in the way we were instructed to if we found anything suspicious. My eyes scanned over the words, gripping the parchment hard enough to crinkle it.

Dear Dalton,

Things have changed. I won't even begin to go into the gory details. Last week's letter was so happy, I don't even know how my life has plummeted so quickly. I fucked up and there's absolutely no coming back from it. I have no idea what to do.

I don't know how often I'll be able to write these next couple weeks. Hogwarts is pretty... bad right now. But I'm sure you've heard. The whole Wizarding World has heard. Everything's a mess.

I miss last year. It was all so much simpler, and you were here, and life was easy.

Anyway, I'll write to you as soon as possible. Stay safe, Dalton.


With love,

Felicity Longbottom

So many words ran through my head. The last week's letter, the fact that she thought she was the one who fucked up, the with love. As calmly as I could, I put the letter back into the enveloped and resealed it, putting it in the pile cleared to be delivered.

Felicity must have thought her fuck up was trusting me, loving me. And she was right. I wasn't worth it.

Not at all.

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okay so that ruined me

i'm not gonna lie it might take a few long chapters to mend this relationship but don't worry we will get there

how is life going for you guys ?? lemme know and i'm always here to talk<3

i love you all

~alex