the girl with all of the choices

n i n e t y - n i n e

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october twenty-ninth- captives

~ Draco ~

I never thought that this would be my life. Never once, when I was younger, at least, did I imagine myself in love with a muggle-born witch. I never imagined myself as a Death Eater, not even one that was forced to take the mark. I never imagined myself being sympathetic to the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore's Army. 

I never imagined myself in a war. 

While life had certainly been full of shit, it was also wonderful. I never really thought that life could be wonderful, much less that it would actually be wonderful. 

My childhood, while it started out good, had ended in a pile of rubbish. My teenage years hadn't exactly been all that better until they were.

Until she came along. 

I had always thought she was pretty. But, I attributed it to my loneliness. I never paid it much attention because I would always dismiss it. But then, we were paired together in classes, and life became wonderful. 

She made all of the awful things that much more bearable. I wasn't exactly one to believe in true love and soulmates and all of that shite, but she made me believe. 

I loathed myself more than I could ever comprehend after putting her through everything that I did. I hated being the source of her tears. Her agony was mine to bear. After she was hurt, it increased tenfold. 

So, I did everything I could to make her happy. Staying in the Room of Requirement? It was mutually beneficial, but I had initially agreed for her. Calling her friends by their given names? I would never do that willingly. Appeasing her when she agreed to run the DA again? Under any other circumstances, I would have sent myself to St Mungo's for that reaction. Agreeing to teach Occlumency to those nutters? As if I would get myself into that position by myself.

Everything to make her happy. Everything I could to try to make up for the hell I had created around her and stuck her in without her knowledge.

Therefore, I never would have imagined that I would have gotten myself into this mess. I was glad I was in it with her, though. My witch. The person who I had imagined a life with, and then told her about that life. I never thought I would become so... soft. 

The best part was that she said she wanted it. She wanted the life I had imagined for us. The house. The marriage. The kids.

My ancestors would be rolling in their graves if they knew that I was planning to continue the bloodline with a muggle-born. Well, they wouldn't consider it continuing the bloodline. They would probably mark it as the end of the bloodline.

I couldn't possibly care less.

I was so proud of my witch. She had healed so well. Her scars had mended themselves in full. She had started sleeping without a vial of Dreamless Sleep. She had been going to classes for the past week and a half. I had been there for all of them except for the classes she had on Wednesdays, as we didn't share them like we had the others. 

Today was Wednesday. In the morning, she had Divination while I had Arithmancy. The afternoon was filled with Astronomy for her and Ancient Runes for me. I had told her earlier that we would have to have a nice dinner tonight, as I would be spending lunch with Blaise, Theo, and Pans. I had spent every single day with her since that horrendous day, and she had asked me to spend more time with my friends. 

She had left for her class a bit earlier, as she had to travel all the way to the North Tower. I had asked Theo to go with her to keep her safe, which he happily obliged given that he didn't have class this morning.