amnesia | d.m.

chapter 24

song: you broke me first
by: tate mcrae

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Draco

"Draco? Baby, come back to bed." Her sleepy voice groaned. She shielded her eyes from the sun pouring in from the window that I had just opened up. I stood, with one arm against the wall, gazing out at the hedge and the gardens surrounding the manor. I watched as a flock of crows flew past, casting shadows onto my bare chest. I was wearing nothing but my trousers from the night before.

Suddenly, I felt the manicured hands of Storm Grindelwald slide under my arms from behind. She pressed herself against me as I noticed her inhaling possibly the leftover scent of the cologne that I was wearing from the night before.

"Good morning, handsome," she whispered as she lifted a hand and turned my jaw towards her face. She leaned over and placed a soft kiss on my lips. I returned it with ease, deepening the kiss a little with hunger. She laughed. "Not so fast, tiger." She smirked as she left me there hanging then proceeded to exit my exceptionally large bedroom.

I couldn't get enough. It was like every waking day I craved to feel again, craved to touch. And suddenly, Storm was there. She was there for me to satisfy my needs, talk to me in a way that sounded just like Terra. After all, they both shared American accents. And when I spent those nights with Storm, I prayed that maybe just one night I wouldn't think about Terra. But every single time I kissed the silver-haired girl, I could only close my eyes and picture it was someone else instead. I could only picture that it was Terra Zatara.

Of course, Storm would leave my bedroom before Mother and Father could notice. But I was almost certain my mother knew. Judging by the way she casted us looks over dinner. Storm always sat next to me, placing her palm on my thigh, dragging it up then down. This, I never enjoyed, as I would always swat her hand away, angry that she would even think to touch me near my own parents. In a way, Storm used me as well for her own pleasures. She had me wrapped around her finger at night, agreeing with whatever she spoke of. She was my guilty pleasure and I was hers. Call it...friends with benefits?

I wasn't sure if she could tell just how broken I was. We understood each others' needs but we rarely held deep conversations. This was simply because I refused to even speak my mind. Sometimes, occasionally when we would lie awake, Storm would try and build up a conversation. But I never prolonged it, as I would turn on my side and pretend to fall asleep. And then she would do the same. I didn't hate Storm, so the least I could do was sleep in the same bed as her the remainder of the night.

5 weeks it had been. 5 weeks since the death of Cedric Diggory and the failed attempt of the Dark Lord killing Harry Potter. 5 weeks since I left Terra there, sobbing in the corridor of Hogwarts. 5 weeks and I still loved her, immensely, unconditionally, wholeheartedly. But nothing changed my mind. She was safe in the hands of her friends at Hogwarts right now and I couldn't destroy that. Not when I slept with a Death Eater for my pleasures at night. Not when I was chosen by her father to lure the Death Eaters into Hogwarts. Not when all that was left for me was to be given the Dark Mark.

If I casted her any attention throughout my task they would know immediately. They would know because the loyal Storm Grindelwald would be there to inform them. The plan was for her to check up on me on weekends in order to make sure that I was performing my duties. She had made that promise to Bellatrix, who was also one of the most loyal subjects to the Dark Lord.

My caring mother, who feared for my life, made an Unbreakable Vow with Professor Snape. He promised to protect me at whatever cost within the walls of Hogwarts. I couldn't lie. I feared for my life as well. I didn't feel that I deserved to die so young. This was why Terra is no longer mine. Perhaps if we weren't together, she would feel less pain if I died.