What I Want | Draco Malfoy

Chapter Twenty One: Stormy Grey Eyes

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Harry Potter was a very great Auror. Which was understandable when him and Ron had Draco in an interrogation room. Draco couldn't blame them for questioning him, he was one of them. But Draco couldn't help but get angry when they questioned his motives with Lennon and the wedding. "I told you, I didn't give out any information! I'm not one of them anymore." Draco slammed his first on the table, losing his temper. He laid his head on the cold metal table and let a deep sigh out, "Please—You have to help her. They'll do terrible things to her because I'm not following them anymore." The words made Ron and Harry look at each other, realizing they shouldn't be wasting time questioning him. "Look, you go to your Honeymoon before Mrs. Potter loses her temper with you being gone. Weasley and I can take the case while your gone." Draco spoke up, looking up at the two. It was crazy watching the two stare at him with a sense of thanks. He hated to think back to all those years he bullied everyone. "You don't have to do this, Malfoy." Ron spoke, unsure of where they stood.
"This is my chance, Weasley. This is my choice."

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"Let me go!" Lennon screamed out as the masked figure hit her with the Cruciatus curse at her again. She lay in a dark dungeon, surrounded in her own blood. Thoughts crossed her head on if Draco was the reason behind this, but she could not help but quickly leave the thoughts. Draco wouldn't do this to her, right? The dark voice laughed again and kicked Lennon in the ribs, causing her to cough up more blood. Lennon's dress was practically useless at this point. It was ripped and dirty and didn't cover much. "Why are you doing this?" Lennon whimpered, holding her ribs in pain. She felt dizzy and couldn't believe her eyes when the figure took off his mask. "Mr. Malfoy?" Lennon choked out. He smiled a wicked smile and stuck his wand in his pocket. "Why am I doing this?" He hissed, getting close to Lennon's face, "So you remember the bastard child you are for going near my son." With this Lucius dug a sharp knife deep into the skin right below her collarbone. The pain was almost worse than the Unforgivable Curse. "I love your son." Lennon choked out, tears falling from her face and mixing with her blood. Her vision began to blur and she knew she wouldn't be able to stay awake for much longer. "This is so you understand you can never have him." Lucius sneered, grabbing her neck roughly. He stared deep into her eyes with anger as he noticed the Malfoy family locket around her neck. The last thing she saw before Lennon passed out was eyes that were breathtakingly similar to Draco's stormy grey eyes.

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"Ronald, I hate to say it—but I think we should pay a visit to the Malfoy Manor." Draco finally spoke as the two went through all the paperwork from everyone they interrogated. "I was trying not to offend you by mentioning that." Ron admitted, looking at Malfoy with a sad smile. "Everyone we questioned talked about your father. Did he mention anything to you that would make you think he would be after Lennon?" Ron asked, grabbing his notebook to write. Draco sighed and took the notebook from Ron and wrote in it, passing it back in silence.

"Maxwell Bast"

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