Professor Malfoy

ten

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*knock knock*

This was a bad idea.

Someone could see her. 

She shouldn't have come. 

She should've waited-

"Amelia?"

Professor Malfoy stood in front of her in a dark green night robe with a pair of glasses on that she'd never seen him don before. 

"I know, it's late but I couldn't wait to talk to you." 

He ushered her inside his dorm.

It was small, but quaint. The living room felt warm and inviting as the fire crackled, and she noticed books were laid about. The wood floors creaked as she walked across the room to stand by the fire. 

"What's so urgent, that you need to speak with me at-" He checked his watch.

"Midnight."

He looked tired, exhausted really. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes, and she noticed a small stubble growing about his face.

She felt bad, maybe she could've waited till morning. 

"I read the book." 

He walked over to an armchair and brought his robe together as he sat down.

"And?"

She sat across from him on the brown leather couch close to the fire, "First of all, I want to apologize."

Malfoy's eyebrows furrowed, "What ever for?"

Amelia bit down on her lower lip to stifle the emotion rising inside her, "I was so stupid Malfoy. I made assumptions, and thought the worst of you before I even let you explain."

He broke into a small smile, "You are forgiven. If I had been in your shoes, I probably would've done the same."

That made her feel a little better.

"But I also have some questions." 

"I told you I would answer them. Fire away." 

She crossed her legs and cleared her throat, "Why you? Why did the Dark Lord choose you to kill Dumbledore?"

Malfoy's jaw clenched, "Because I was the only one who could get close enough."

He shifted in his chair, he clearly didn't like talking about this portion of his past, but knew Amelia needed clarity, and he wanted nothing more than to give her that.

"Did you want to do it?"

Disgust flooded Malfoy's face, "Of course not! Jesus Amelia, I-I wasn't a murderer. Sure, Dumbledore wasn't my favorite. He focused all his energy onto Potter. The Chosen One."

"Well I was the one who didn't have a choice." Malfoy's voice began to crack, "In the days leading up to me attempting to, kill him, I was an emotional wreck."

Malfoy bit his lower lip, "And I was full of hatred."

"For who?"

"My father."

Draco let out a heavy sigh, "He could've spared me from all of it. He could've taken our family and ran. People say the Dark Lord would've eventually found us so we were better off complying but my father worked for the Dark Lord," His fist was now clenched sitting on top of his knee, "He knew how to evade him and didn't."