Draco Malfoy thinks perhaps denial is too often overlooked as one of the strongest emotions we humans can convey.
It's ugly, unreasonable, inconsolable, and yet, completely blameless all in one. It's trauma in the most real and beautifully destructive way.
The midnight air is thick and dead around him. He takes long strides out into its arms – under concealment charms and a cloak far too heavy for a summer night – to the old oak tree at the farthest end of the manor's sprawling backyard, and vomits.
His thought continues as he wipes away the remnants of his dinner, however tiny of a portion it was to begin with, and stares blankly at the pool of waste before him.
He never knew how much it has taken away from him, simply forcing himself to believe, until the first time he's seen himself in front of a mirror in all his shaking, gagging glory of a mess.
And now he's here. Overlooking the Malfoy Manor's broken fence – the metaphorical barrier that separates him from what may be his only chance at redemption.
Draco turns to walk back inside.
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A/N:
Poor, tortured soul Draco has made an appearance! He's a softboi here which, honestly, is my all-time favorite Draco.
Yes, another update, because ya'll have been waiting for so long that I just couldn't resist. One more chapter to put up and it's back to my usual upload schedule (hopefully. my fingers are crossed)
So so so much love, lovelies xx
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Once More Unto The Breach // DHr
FanfictionHarry Potter July 31, 1980 - May 2, 1998 Until the very end. It's been two years since the death of Harry Potter that rocked the entire Wizarding Society to its core, paving the way for Voldemort's reign of terror. But Hermione Granger would have no...
