"I won't tell anybody!" Charlene screamed as he drove a syringe into her neck. She cried in pain, watched him look down at her in his arms, her vision beginning to go black.
Draco Malfoy was a powerful man.
He was even more powerful when he got wh...
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"Excuse me? Leave the girl alone."
Charlene had no clue who this was, only that now, the security guard that was chasing her, was now stopped. He'd turned straight back around and listened to this women, and now the women was staring at Charlene.
"Dear, why don't you come back to my place? I live just right there," she pointed to an apartment building across the street. "I could get you some clothes. Are you wearing sheets?"
Charlene scrunched them up in her fists, her eyes watering. "Yes. I just— I have to take this."
She held up the plan b box along with the water bottle.
"Oh— okay.. may I ask where you came from?" The women asked Charlene, guiding her back across the street, into the building she lives in. "Just in here," she pointed to a room on the first floor, letting Charlene walk in.
"I'm not sure." She wiped her cheeks, "I—.. where am I?"
"Bristol. It's right outside of London, Dear." The women watched Charlene take a seat in a chair, and take the pill that she needed. "I'm Narcissa Malfoy."
Charlene halted, gulping down the water, and slowly setting the water bottle. "What did you just say?"
Narcissa raised her eyebrows, "My name? Narcissa Malfoy."
A tear slid down Charlene's face, realization dawning on her. "Draco doesn't know your alive, does he?" It was more of a statement than a question, but Narcissa a shocked face could show it all.
It was silent now, and Narcissa walked out of the room.
When she came back, she held some clothes, and silently watched Charlene cry. She cried because of everything that had just happened in the last day, and her body felt so humiliated. She was absolutely humiliated.
She took the clothes, ignoring the ache in her stomach. She ignored the way it caved in at the thought of Draco, ignored the way her heart flared thinking about him holding her. When she'd stood up, her legs ached. Her nose hurt, her eye was swelled up enough to know she had a black eye, yet, between her legs hurt the most.
When she'd finished getting dressed into the pajama pants and T—shirt that Narcissa handed her, she exited the room and walked back out to find Narcissa with a cup of tea in her hands.
"How do you know Draco?" Her voice was hurt, full of sadness.
Charlene wrapped her arms around herself, "I was his maid. For about 10 months—"
"No, you're more than that." Narcissa cut her off, her voice soft but her tone harsh. "You knew that he thinks I'm dead. And I know you care about him, I can see it on your face. Draco doesn't talk to anybody, and I don't think he'd tell you about me if you two weren't romantically involved. Don't lie to me."
"Well, I didn't get to finish," Charlene gave the same tone as her, watching Narcissa smirk. "I said I was his maid. One night I was— too slow walking up the stairs, and he killed somebody right in front of me. He locked me up."
"Okay.. that doesn't explain why you're like that." She pointed to Charlene's face, pointing out all the bruises and broken nose. "I don't understand."
"I hate to break it to you, but I don't either." Charlene brought her knees up to her chest, eyes threatening to close. "Harry told me I was his wife. I just— I wanted to be outside. I made a mistake. I went to New York with Draco. He— did something. I got mad and I've been mad ever since. But I wasn't planning on running away. Then Harry came and he— he drugged me."
"Oh my," Narcissa gasped, putting the pieces together.
"I jumped out of his plane," she mumbled, more tears sliding down her face. "The reason I was wearing sheets was because— because I was naked.."
Narcissa brought Charlene to her chest, giving her a hug. She'd realized why Charlene had a plan b, she'd realized that this girl meant something to her son.
"I want—" Charlene sniffled, "—Draco. I want Draco."
"Dear, I'm sorry, but Draco can't know I'm alive." Narcissa whispered, pulling away from Charlene.
"Fine." She stood up, grabbing her water bottle and inhaler. "Then I'll walk to London if I have too."
—
Draco curled into his bed, his head buried in his pillows.
He'd just gotten home to London, and he'd also received something in the mail. Harry had sent him a letter, telling him Charlene was safe and sound back where she belonged. Harry knew where Charlene had went. He just didn't know that Draco took her memories.
He just wanted to keep her safe, and yet to him, she was in Harry's arms, struggling to get out. Draco wasn't stupid, he knew Charlene would fight.
But what he didn't know, was right now, Charlene just crossed the border into London. Narcissa gave her lots of money, for transportation and food. She was riding on a bus, and soon, she'd be walking into Malfoy manor.
Or was she?
She debated on if she wanted to. She didn't know if she wanted to let Draco hold her after what he did. But then, she thought about how she got him back and poisoned him. So she settled on walking into the manor and allowing him to hold her.
Draco had been curled in bed all day, and he knew it was wrong, he knew he should be out looking for her like he was yesterday. But now, he doesn't want to move. He just wants her in his arms. He can't believe she's actually gone. He doesn't want to believe it. He wants to believe she's somewhere in this manor locked in a room with a book in her hands.
He missed her more than he thought he would.
"Draco."
He nearly flinched at the sound of Mattheos voice, his face not so dull. This made Draco sit up, confusion sweeping over his features, "You found something?"
"We didn't find her," Mattheo stated. "She came to us."
