"Do it!" The cold voice of Voldemort hissed.
"P-please, my Lord. I-I, I can't." Stuttered a terrified Draco.
There I was, in Malfoy Manor, tied up in a chair in front of the Dark Lord himself and my boyfriend, Draco. My body trembled from leftover pain of the torture I had with the Cruciatus curse. My face was cut up and dirty as well. Draco stood in front of me, wand in hand, and sobbing. Lord Voldemort has ordered him to kill me. Why? I don't know.
"Kill her or I'll do it myself!" Yelled Voldemort, obviously quite irritated. But Draco just wouldn't cooperate.
"DRACO JUST DO IT!" I cried out as tears fell endlessly out of my eyes. I shut my eyes tight and tilted my head up at the ceiling. "Just get it over with." I continued. This time my voice was barely above a whisper. Despite my pleading, Draco still would not budge.
"Kill the girl, OR I'LL DO IT MYSELF!" Voldemort threatened.
Draco's eyes widened and his face dropped, looking completely horrified at the very thought of the Dark Lord killing me. No matter what happened, it was a lose-lose situation. I would die either way. And if that's how it's going to be, I'd prefer Draco to kill me rather than the Dark Lord.
"Draco...Draco." I whispered. My quiet voice caught his attention. I hung my head low with my hair covering my face, not daring to look at Draco in the eyes, knowing if I did, both our hearts would shatter. "Draco, I want you to listen to me. We're not getting out of this situation. There's no way out of this. But if I'm going to die-"
"You're not going to die." Draco interrupted.
"If I'm going to die, I'd rather you do it." I said, acting as if he'd never interrupted me. "So please. Just kill me. Kill me and all of this will be over. Please." I choked out that last word.
"Smart girl. I would listen to her, Draco." Voldemort butted in, ruining the moment I had with Draco.
Draco grit his teeth and attempted to hold back another sob. "I love you. So much." He said to me.
"I love you more than you'll ever know." I smiled sadly and watched as he raised his wand up, making it point up at me. His eyes showed a mixture of sadness, frustration, apology, and regret. The lively glint in his eyes was drained away completely, leaving a dull grey color.
His arm shook violently before he whispered the words, "Avada Kedavra." The bright green light shot right towards me and the moment it hit me, my mind went dark. A second after, I saw a white light all around me.
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Hard ground. That's what I felt after falling. I shot my open and looked around me. Not heaven. This is definitely not heaven. It's...the tent. I'm guessing I fell out of bed just now. Does that mean it was all a dream? Gah, I thought I was done with those! But, why don't I feel like crying?
I got up and sat at the edge of my bed.
I have no emotion on the dream. Does that mean I'm getting used to it? I don't get it, though. The more I go through it in my head, the more frightened I become. The question is, why aren't my emotions adding up with my actions? If I feel afraid, I should be crying, shouldn't I? I'm not, though. I'm not crying and that's what's confusing me.
I looked up across the room to see a peaceful, sleeping Hermione.
Should I tell her? No. I don't want to worry her. I'll just keep this to myself. For now, at least.
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I was going over my previous chapters, and I realized just how short they are and I compare them to the stories I read. So, I wanted to say sorry for the short chapters. This is my first story to go public. I'm sort of a beginner.
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The Story Of Our Lives {Draco Malfoy Fanfiction}
Fanfiction"Annoying pig" "Foreigner freak" Y/N Jeon is a South Korean girl who got accepted in Hogwarts. But when she encounters someone named Draco Malfoy, she can't help but hate him. And he can't help but hate her. The most unexpected happens when Y/n's fi...
