What I Want | Draco Malfoy

Chapter Twenty Six: What he wants

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Charlie stormed into Draco and Lennon's home. He didn't bother knocking, just used a spell to unlock the door and marched in. He held his wand tightly, unsure of what he would find. "Malfoy," Charlie called, looking around the trashed living room. He heard a groan from the kitchen and slowly walked in there to find Draco Malfoy laying flat on his back. He looked like he hadn't showered in days, and he seemed to have a black eye as well. A bunch of Firewhiskey bottles laid around the kitchen. "Bloody hell, Malfoy." Charlie grumbled, holding his hand out for Malfoy to pull himself up. He stared at Charlie's hand, not moving. "Look, you can get up—or I'll make you get up. I'm not here to feel sorry for your ass." Charlie grumbled. Draco huffed but let Charlie pull him up. He stumbled to his feet and squinted at the headache that followed. "What happened to your face?" Charlie questioned, searching his cabinets for a glass. "I got punched by Maxwell Bast when I questioned him." Draco grumbled, accepting the glass of water Charlie has gotten for him. The two sat at the kitchen in silence, unsure of what the other one wanted to say. "Lennon's been happy to see people, but it doesn't meet her eyes. She's waiting for you." Charlie was the first to speak, searching Malfoy's eyes for some form of emotion. "I can't forgive myself for letting her get hurt," Draco's lip trembled as he looked away from Charlie, "Did you see what my father did to her beautiful skin?" His voice cracked as the word etched deep into her skin came to mind. "Do you love her just the same?" Charlie asked. "I think I love her even more. But knowing I put her in harms way—I'll never forgive myself." Draco admitted, finishing the glass of water. "Look, I'm not here to feel sorry for you. Get your ass in the shower and get dressed. We are going to see her." Charlie demanded. Draco opened his mouth to argue, but one glance at Charlie made him nervous to speak.

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"Are we sure she wants to see me?" Draco asked for the hundredth time, which led to Charlie sending dagger eyes back at him. "Malfoy, just go into the room." Charlie grumbled, pushing him in first. Draco glared at him but as he turned to see Lennon resting peacefully in the bed he couldn't help but freeze. "She looks better," Charlie commented softly, leading Draco to the chair near her bed. "If you mess this up, know I'll be there for her." Charlie spoke, walking to the doorway. "I wouldn't want it any other way, Weasley." Draco replied back, meeting Charlie's eyes. A glimmer of a thank you rested in Draco's eyes. "You owe me big time." Charlie joked, his eyes softening as he glanced at Lennon. He shook his head and left the room, meeting some of his family in the hallway. "How did you get him out of the house?" Harry questioned. Charlie let out a small chuckle, "I didn't give him a choice." The group talked amongst each other about how Malfoy had trashed the house, which lead to Ginny deciding she wanted to help clean the house before Lennon had to go home. She was to be released from St. Mungos soon. Hermione, Harry, Ron, Charlie, and Ginny headed to their house to decorate and tidy things up. "I hope Malfoy says the right things to her." Harry murmured to Ginny.
"I think he knows what he wants. I believe he will make the right choice with this one."

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