!!DISCONTINUED!! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙲𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚎! {Draco Malfoy x OC}

Chapter 20

I nodded my head. The twins walked over to me and handed me the letter.

"It's from our mum." Fred said.

"She wrote to you." George said.

I took the letter and read it. The hand writing was unmistakable.

Dear Andrea,

It's me, Molly. You probably don't remember but I'm you're godmother. How are you doing sweetie? The boys tell me your doing well. I'm terribly sorry about you're adopted mum. I hope life treats you well, and remember, you're always welcome at the burrow.

Sincerely,
Molly Weasley

A small smile formed on my face.

"Amazing how someone makes two people who's families despise each other my godparents." I said.

I saw the smirk on Lucius's face falter slightly.

"I've known who Molly is for a few years now. There was a year where the owl would stay and wait until I wrote my letter." I said.

I handed the letter to the twins and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Lucius asked.

"Outside. I just need to......calm down." I answered.

Lucius nodded and I walked outside. I sat in the garden where roses were everywhere. I sighed and tried to pick one but it cut me. I hissed in pain but still tried to pick the flower. It kept cutting me so in the end I gave up. I looked at my fingers and they were bleeding. I got up and walked to the door.

"We can't have her in this house! She's associated with those bloodtraitors!" I heard Lucius yell quietly.

"But dad! She's got no one else!" Draco said.

"Yes she does! She has those bloodtraitor Weasley's!" Lucius snapped.

I slammed the door open.

"Maybe next time you should keep an eye out." I snapped.

I stormed upstairs to my room and cleaned my fingers. I inspected them and sighed. I bandages them up with tears in my eyes. When i finished bandaging up my fingers I fell to the floor and silently cried.

"Hey, An- what's wrong? What happened?" I heard Harry ask.

I quickly dried my face and sniffled.

"It's nothing." I answered.

I stood up and saw Harry, Hermione, and the twins standing in my door.

"Tell the truth, Andrea. I see right through it." Harry said.

"It's nothing you guys should worry about." I said.

"Andrea, tell us. We want to help." Harry pushed.

"I said it's nothing, Harry!" I snapped.

I felt my temper rising.

"Andrea, nobody can help if you don't talk!" Hermione said.

"Nobody can help either way!" I snapped. "Nobody can help me feel like I'm not a burden! Nobody can make me feel like my mother's death wasn't my fault! Nobody can help!"

"What do you mean, 'feel like a burden'?" Hermione asked.

"Everytime I have something to do with someone or something that Lucius doesn't like he pulls Draco aside and tells him. I always seem to be going towards where they are at the wrong time." I answered.

Harry came and hugged me.

"It's all an act. I act like I'm fine with it all but I'm not. I just want the pain to go away." I whispered.