Bound

Chapter 25

A/N:- This was a double update! Don't forget to check chapter 24! Happy reading.

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"You are a death eater. She is a war heroine."

No.

"You are dirty. She is pure. You are dark. She is light."

No, stop!

"You both are opposites in every single possible way. Dark and light don't mix together."

They can! Stop!

"You are going to taint her. You are going to dirty her pureness."

Get out of my head!

"You are going to ruin her. If you really care about her, then you will leave her alone, because you don't deserve her and you know that she deserves better."

GET OUT!

Draco was stood in a dark room, was it a room though? No, no it wasn't. He was in his mind, he was in the darkest place of his mind, the place where all of his unwanted thoughts reside. He was stuck in there. He couldn't find a way to escape and the only thing he was able to do was listen to his mind as it brought him down.

He spun around and still, all he could see was darkness.

Draco grabbed at his head and rubbed at his eyes, but nothing could ease the headache that was certainly rising to the forefront of his mind.

Out of the darkness emerged a form of a person, and Draco had to squint so he could see who was walking towards him.

When the familiar mask and robes came into view, Draco nearly tripped on his own feet, because surely he wasn't seeing a death eater, was he?

The long blond hair was enough to make Draco choke on his own breath, and he almost dropped dead when the mask disappeared and the face of his father came into view. The face of his father that was young and not troubled with the weight of the war. The face that Draco was met by every time he saw his father until sixth year.

Lucius Malfoy was the epitome of elegancy and prestige.

"Son," Lucius smiled as he walked towards Draco.

Draco walked backwards, he was in no way, shape, or form going to have a conversation with his father. His headache was already worsening and Draco didn't need any more shit to deal with.

But his father was persistent. Stubborn. He kept walking and walking and walking until Draco and him were standing right in front of each other.

"What do you want?" Draco asked sharply, and he was surprised to find out that his voice echoed wherever they were.

"I don't want anything. I just want to remind you of who you were, of who you still are." Lucius lifted am eyebrow, challenging Draco to retort.

However, Draco didn't say anything. He wanted to know what his father meant by the bullshit that he was saying.

"You're a pureblood."