A New Feeling - Draco Malfoy Fanfic

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Draco POV

Her body went still in my arms.

"Leah?" I whispered, shaking her body slightly.

No response.

Her skin felt cold in my fingertips, she didn't hold that warmth that she always carried around with her—the warmth that radiated smiles on surrounding people. Her fingers didn't twitch like they usually did,

And I couldn't feel her heartbeat.

"Hey?" I said more clearly for her to hear. I shifted up into a sitting position on my bed with her still hugging my chest. She wasn't moving, wasn't reacting at all.

The realization drained through me rather than skating over my skin. It travelled through every cell to reach the ground. Because then I realized,

She was gone.

Narrator pov

Draco looked down at her face, still laying on his bare chest. Her cheeks weren't that vibrant red that they used to be, her skin wasn't glowing—it was gaunt and colourless. Her lips weren't even parted, they were sealed shut in an emotionless line that showed no sign of passion.

He felt physically sick looking down at her limp body. His love was gone. His princess, his saviour, his hope, his...everything.

The tears came crashing like a tsunami.

He cried until there was nothing left inside but a raw emptiness that nibbles at his insides like a hungry rat. His irises were threaded scarlet and his eyeballs hung heavy in their sockets. His whole body hung limp like each limb weighed twice as much as it had before and just moving it about was a slow, painful effort.

The pain was like nothing he had every countered before. It cut through his skin like a razor blade, but instead of blood seeping out—it was his despair.

He set her body down on the bed, grabbing her shoulders he shook her and shook her with hope that she would open her glistening eyes and tell him how much she loved him.

"Please!" He sobbed, lifting her upper body up and off the bed trying to bring her back to him. "Don't leave me! I can't fucking do this without y-you!" He gripped the shirt she was wearing in his fingers, hands shaking as he begged her to wake up.

Her body was unresponsive.

He leaned over her, the side of his face pressed into her chest as he tried to find any sigh of a heartbeat. But there was nothing. "No!" He screamed into her chest, his tears soaking her clothing. "Come b-back! Come back to me, I'm b-begging you Leah!" His sobbs filled the room, the cries bouncing off the walls as he pleaded that his Leah would return to him.

His arms wrapped around her neck, fingers gripping her hair that he would stroke when she would fall asleep, he cried and cried while he hugged her body. It felt as if he himself was dying—his heart was beating at a rapid pace, his breathing uncontrollable.

"WAKE UP!" He screamed into her chest, praying he'd hear any sign of a heartbeat. "PLEASE P-PLEASE PLEASE." The sobbs rising from his lungs were muffled as he clung to her clothing.

There was a tightness in the back of his throat, his cries scratched their way through his lungs and out of his mouth. "You're all I have, I need you." He weeped, still shaking her shoulders. "I can't lose you."

All he could think was, come back to me. Come back to me and we'll be together, happy. We'll grow old with one another. Just come back, please.