Love How It Hurts - Draco Malfoy Fiction

Chapter 12- Tears of Guilt

Alexis's POV

It had been two agonising weeks since the incident with Katie Bell. Hogwarts had been alive with rumours revolving around it since the day. Some ranging so deeply from the truth, that it was almost humorous; except it wasn’t. Someone had intentionally caused Katie to fall on the brink of death and I knew the identity of that ‘someone.’

Skyler had been distancing herself from Malfoy and so she had informed Snape that she was ill; therefore, unable to accompany Malfoy in patrolling the corridors and so I was to fill in her vacant space as Ron was also suffering the same inexistent virus; typical.

Fortunately, so far, there had been neither sight no sound of Malfoy, something I knew would not remain for much longer. I would encounter him sometime tonight- it was inevitable. And sure enough, as I strolled down the fifth floor corridor, his familiar sneer bounded off the walls; alough, I noted, it did not contain as much emphasis as usual.

“I’m surprised you’re even allowed to patrol the corridors Gilbert. You’d wake the whole castle up even if you saw a portrait twitch.”

I stopped and turned to him. “What is your problem?”

He paused before sarcastically answering, “Why, I don’t know. I mean you’re a half blood, Gryffindor and a know- it- all. What is there to hate?”

My eyes narrowed. “I really can’t stand you sometimes!” I said venomously before turning on my heel, preparing to make as much distance between me and Malfoy when he added,

“The feeling is neutral.”

I felt my temperature rising. That was it; the volcano inside of me had erupted.

“Don’t you feel any guilt or remorse for what you have done Malfoy?” I asked, turning back to him and glaring at him with piercing eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He retorted, avoiding my eye contact.

“Oh you know very well what I am ‘talking about’. You gave that necklace to Katie Bell, who is now lying in St. Mungos on the brink of death, to deliver it to Dumbledore so that he would unwrap it and unknowingly touch it. And we both know what would come next. In other words you want Dumbledore dead!”

Malfoy let out a furious cry “Do you think it is that simple? I don’t want Dumbledore dead I don’t want any of this. It’s him. He wants it. And I can’t deny him otherwise I’ll be…” His voice trailed and a few tears escaped his eyes; they beared guilt.

I looked at him, properly. He was distraught. The anger that had once been boiling inside of me evaporated. “By him you mean Voldemort, don’t you?”

He flinched at the sound of ‘his’ name before recovering himself, wiping away the tears and straightening up. “It doesn’t matter now, not to you anyway. You know too much. Im going to have to wipe your memory.”

“Wait!” I said desperately, Malfoy glanced at me. I continued “Dumbledore could give you protection for you and your family.  You don’t have to do this. Any of this!”

“You don’t understand. No one does.” He said, more to himself than to me.

Then, taking out his wand, he muttered “Obliviate.”

My face went blank and Malfoy cast me one last look, before he whipped round the corner at the end of the corridor and out of sight, thinking he had succeeded.

But little did he know, when he cast the memory charm, I had my wand drawn out ready inside of my cloak, hidden from the naked eye. And it had only taken a simple protection spell to block his attack and fool him into thinking he had accomplished it.

However, that was not important; Malfoy was going to kill Dumbledore. I had to intervene but not yet. The time was not right. I could not do it alone. And there was only one person Malfoy would listen to right now in his current state- Skyler.

A/N. I worked hard on this chapter. I like to leave you guys with a cliff- hanger. So I hope you enjoyed it and are ready for the next chapter. It looks promising…