Draco Malfoy Imagines ✓

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another non request, but i have a request in work!! just wanted to write this one so badly, cause i got inspired by a post in Pinterest :))

anyways! this one is gonna be very bittersweet, and i know i'm gonna break a lot of hearts because of this, but it's good, i swear! i'm writing this author's not before i actually write the imagine, and i'm already crying AAAAHH

year: after the war (like literally a few days latur okurt)
blood: yar a ginger, Ronald's twin, maybe? you can be adopted if you're not ginger, cause I myself is a brunette jg;ove'f

WARNINGS: angst, short, bittersweet, yuh

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It was raining, gloomy, and all the sad emotions you can think of. the chapel was quiet, and there was only you and some of your family's relatives there, and maybe some friends.

but you had no energy to talk to people. you were just in a corner, eyes blood shot, and swollen because of crying. but now, it's been days, and it felt like you no longer had tears to let out.

you stared at your brother, he looked peaceful, like he's just asleep, and he's dreaming of something great; Heaven, hopefully. he laid down in his casket, and it made things real for you. you wanted to shake him awake, telling him that this was no time for pranks, but that's no use.

looking at the other side of the room, you saw George sitting on a bench with Angelina, they were comforting each other, cheering each other up as much as they could. almost everyone had someone, your mom had your dad, Ron had Hermione, Ginny had Harry. Charlie couldn't make it to the funeral, but he said he'll come home soon, and Percy, he just sat in a corner like you, but his face was stone cold.

sometimes you wished you could just feel nothing. all this pain was too much, and  you just want to make it disappear. like how he did.

you were all alone. the only brother you did everything with, was gone, and he'll never come back. 

another tear ran down your face, but you quickly wiped it away, not wanting people to look at you again with pity. 

suddenly, everyone's attention went to the front door, and everyone was not happy to see what- or who it was. they were mad, your family, especially George. he stood up from his chair, and immediately walked towards the person who just arrived, "You have no right to show your face here," he said angrily, and was supposed to push the person, but was stopped by your brothers.

you furrowed your eyebrows, and stood up. you walked towards them, going through the people. finally, when you saw who it was, your eyes widen, and you felt your blood boil of anger. but in your heart, you knew you missed him.

Draco met your eyes for a second, but he looked down immediately, ashamed, "I came here to apologize-"

"An apology won't take back our son, so better just leave," said your dad sternly.

"Dad," you said, your voice coming out raspy. your family looked at you, a bit surprised to hear you speak after days. you swallowed the lump in your throat, and said, "Fred wouldn't want anyone to fight in his wake, so please just stay calm, I'll take care of him," you said, looking down, and walking out.

Draco just followed you out with one last apologetic look to your family. when the two of you were outside, you stopped, and faced him, but you didn't look at him, you couldn't, and it's breaking Draco's heart.

"I'm sorry," was all he said, he was in the verge of tears. you had no idea how sorry he was even if it wasn't his fault, but he felt like it was. the person who killed your brother was a death eater, and he's a death eater, and he couldn't forgive himself for letting this happen.