ITS YOU ; DRACO MALFOY

chapter 225.

As soon as we get home from picking up my Father from the hospital, I decide to begin my 'taking care of him' task by preparing dinner — chicken salad. He utters his complaints to my Mother but I ignore them and remind him that he needs to start eating healthier unless he wants to be back at the Hospital. He soon shuts up and I smile before serving dinner.

My Mother and him go to bed afterwards so I wash up before letting Lorelai crawl around for a little bit while I read a book downstairs but once she begins wailing I put her to bed and set my alarm for 6am.

Just as I am about to go to sleep, the phone begins to ring downstairs so I get out of bed and tread to the phone. "56 messages, huh?" Malfoy voices and I scrunch up my nose as my cheeks begin to burn. "Wow. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, as long as you don't do it again." I scold and he laughs deeply. "And I don't think it was 56..."

Draco hums at that and I smile. "No it was. You sent me 56 messages. I counted." I roll my eyes and, as if he can see me, Malfoy chuckles. "And every single one of them said the same thing. I thought you were going to stop at the 30th one, you seemed very annoyed, but I was wrong, you sent me 26 more."

"I told you that I was worried."

He laughs once more and we spend another hour on the phone before I tell him that I need to wake up early tomorrow morning for my Father but I do inform the blonde on his coming home before bidding him Goodnight.

My alarm chirps and after 5 minutes of squirming around, in bed, I jump out and get a start on breakfast before brushing my teeth while it cooks. After washing my face, I continue cooking breakfast — waffles with blueberries and strawberries. After that, I rush upstairs and open the door to my Parents' bedroom. "Time to wake up!" I cheer and my Mother places both of her hands over her ears. "You can stay in bed, Mother, but Father it's time for you to get out of bed. Come on, I made waffles, your favourite."

"Bloody hell, Bella." The man groans and I smile proudly before flipping on the light switch. "What time is it?"

"7:20." I answer and my Mother groans. "I know it's a bit early but in 12 hours you'll be exhausted and go to sleep at a sensible time. So get up! These waffles aren't going to eat themselves."

It takes them 30 minutes to actually get out of bed but they enjoy the waffles a lot. My Mother suggests to clean up so I allow her and demand my Father to get changed into whatever type of athletic clothing he has. He's very reluctant but I threaten to make his nose grow 10 times larger so he listens and I follow my own advice.

I change into a white tank top with some black leggings and I run a brush through my hair before tying my hair into a tight ponytail at the back of my head. I add some socks before slipping on white trainers and joining my Father downstairs. "We're going on a run."

The colour drains from his face. "You're crazy."

"And that's why you love me. If you don't want to 'run' then you can jog and if you get too tired then we'll walk but only after 10 minutes." My Father looks by at my Mother for help but she turns her head towards the tv screen and silently sips her cup of tea. "It's settled. Let's go."

I step outside, with my Father behind me, and shut the door behind the two of us. "You'll thank me for this one day." He mutters something under his breath and I smile to myself before dragging him with me down the path.

Our jog begins very slowly, through no fault of my own, but, eventually, we do break out into a run. It only last for 40 minutes and we decide to walk home. I pick some flowers as we walk through a field and I brush my hair away from my face. "Your Mother told me you were moving out." My Father breathlessly informs and I nod my head. "When?"