His Princess (Draco Malfoy fanfic)

New Me

It's been a month. A month without seeing his face. A month without feeling his touch. A month without an i love you.

All I do is sit at home praying he shows up. Praying I get a letter. Praying he still remembers me.

Sometimes it feels unreal. Like all of it was a dream. I have his hoodie under my pillow. It helps me sleep.

I hate him now. He made me numb. He broke me. There is no love left. All anger.

I find myself screaming into my pillow at night. All my dreams remind me of him.

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5 months later

It's now been 5 more. I'm stronger then ever. After getting nothing from him, I learned who I am inside.

Tomorrow, I will be joining the death eaters. It runs in the family. Why not?

I packed my bags full of clothes and essentials. My style has changed a lot. It mainly contains black clothes that show skin.

Then I walked out. Walked away from the life I knew before.

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I arrived at the Malfoy Manor. I would be staying there to attend meetings and other business.

I was greeted by Mrs.Malfoy.

"Hi darling. Follow me," she smiled.

So I did. We came into a big room with a table in the middle. It was dark and cold. I seemed to like it though. It... fit me.

Soon, other death eaters piled in. That includes the Malfoy's.

I stood expressionless. Almost looking empty.

I stood as still as a tree. No movement. I waited preparing myself to see...him.

Draco came in last. He froze at the door, internally crumbling. I mean, of corse I would know.

We still shared emotions after all.

A person stepped up and all my focus turned to them. I had never seen them. Maybe at the battle, but never anywhere else.

"Now. Why are you joining us. Be honest. If your not, we will know."

"Well, I have nothing left but this mark. My mother is dead and I'm no longer in contact with my father. That left me with one person. The one person I loved the most. But they obviously had other priorities." I shot a horrible look at Malfoy.

"That seems like a good explanation. Your in." The person stepped back.

"Come on dear. I'll show you to your room." Mrs. Malfoy said.

She led me upstairs. Then into a room that was average sized. The bed was big and I had just enough room for my things. It was dark too like everything else.

"Draco is right down the hall," she informed.

"That won't matter to me."

"You know he misses you," she seemed sad and very genuine.

I began butting my things in my dresser. "I'm sure he does."