Hidden Feelings - A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter Fifty-Nine

A/N I just had a heart attack, I was trying to log in to this account on my phone and it kept saying incorrect password so I was like ??? hasn't been changed in three years but okay, so I just thought hey don't log out on your computer and you're fine

...then I logged out a couple days later

THANK GOODNESS I had a saved login in my history, I got back on and went to change the password and it says "create password" which is odd, I eventually had to do the email reset and I'm good now but I have decided I will be making a backup account soon

You've felt him before, I remind myself, thinking of each time I've experienced the dark mark burning against my skin. You've gotten used to his presence. This isn't much different; it's better. Seeing him isn't the same as feeling him become a part of you.

"My lord," Bellatrix greets as she ushers me into the dining room. Lucius, Draco, and a few other death eaters high in rank line the chairs.

He sits at the head.

I don't let my deadened gaze falter as I'm seated at the opposite end of the table from him. I feel his heavy stare upon me as I look at the surface, silently refusing to offer the "proper" greeting.

"Elizabeth Medlor." His voice, unfortunately, feels the same as the burn of my arm when he calls the death eaters; heartless, icy to the point of numbness, slithering into my head like a snake preparing to strike. I have to refrain from cringing at the sound, but flinch anyway as Nagini slides against my leg beneath the table. She stops for just a moment, and as subtly as possible, I lift my feet to rest on a post beneath my chair.

"Address him, Medlor," Bellatrix hisses quietly.

"That's alright, Bella. I understand not everyone has had the privilege to learn manners in their household," he says. His chair scrapes against the tile, and I can only see him stand with my peripheral vision as I latch my focus onto a small chip in the table. "I've heard you're the first of my rank to have been close with the chosen one. Is that true?"

I swallow the lump forming in my throat as he slowly begins to make his way around the table. "Yes," I whisper.

"And our first Gryffindor," he adds. "A Gryffindor in a crowd of Slytherin. Strange, don't you all think?"

A collective murmur of yes my lord settles over the room. I bite my lip as he nears.

"Funny what our dear Draco has attracted. Convenient, though...absolutely." He stops right behind my chair. Hands touch my shoulders from behind, and I hold my breath. "Of all ways he could have rebelled, one who gives us so much information is by far the best decision."

Don't listen to him.

"I know a few of your...fellow death eaters," he says, his humorous tone suggesting he knows just how painful it is to hear, "have been kind enough to volunteer to learn about what you know. It seems they haven't been successful, however, and Elizabeth, I hope you understand how imperative it is that I understand what your friends have found of my little backup plan."

I take a deep breath, steadying myself. "I've told you all a thousand times. I don't know about the horcruxes." My voice comes out softer than I anticipate, but it's all I can do to keep it steady.

"And I'm sure you're telling the truth," he says, his hands tightening around my shoulders before one releases. "I just need to be certain."

He utters a spell.

Everything goes dark, replaced by images. I lose sense of my body as I slip into an uncontrollable flurry of thoughts where I can barely make out one before another comes. It's Harry's image that lingers first, a smile on his face as I sit down beside him in the common room. My mouth is just about to move to say hi when the memory disappears, whisked away into the next.