Second Savior // Dramione ✔️

+ Chapter Twelve +

Narcissa sat in her usual spot by the fireplace, still as a stone. Only the slight rise and fall of her chest indicated she was living. Her gaze was fixated on the dancing flames but there was no way to tell if she was actually watching them.

She was beyond shattered. Not only was Lucius days away from death, he refused to let her see him. She wasn't even allowed to get a glimpse of him.

Before she could stop it, a flood of memories crashed into her mind. She thought back to the first time she laid eyes on him, and how she'd been intrigued by his silver eyes, the ones that Draco had inherited. She remembered the way he'd smiled when she's said yes to marrying him and two years later found out she was pregnant with their only child. She remembered the late nights they'd spent together in the Manor, simply talking or just enjoying being in the other's company.

She loved Lucius. Even if he wasn't the most heartwarming person, she knew deep down he was capable of affection. She felt it when he stared at her, or when they shared small conversations. He was so intelligent and strong, she had always been awestruck by his powerful aura- another trait passed down to Draco.

Narcissa felt tears well in her eyes and instead of trying to hide them, she gave in and let them fall down her cheeks, her gaze never moving from the fire.

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Draco paced the perimeter of his office, a clear crease between his eyes. He was unbelievably torn between following his common sense and his heart.

His common sense yelled at him to get his cowardly arse over to the Ole Wizards n' Witches Treatment Center and face his father. Make it quick and painful, like that bandage example Granger had told him about a long time ago.

"We Muggles say it's best to treat tough situations like ripping off a band-aid- rip it off quickly and get the pain over with."

Merlin, she had some strange sayings. He didn't even understand them most of the time but didn't mind, because he loved listening to her talk. Every word that passed her lips was said with such passion, she could be telling him about dust and he'd find it fascinating.

He shook his head and tried to refocus. What was he going to do? He'd been putting this off for so long, chances were his father was pretty much dead already. Was it really worth his time to go visit his nearly dead father who didn't even want to see him?

He wished Granger were there with him. She always seemed to know what to do and say. He wanted her to make this decision for him. After all, she was the level headed one between the two of them.

Just then, there was a knock on his door. His head snapped up to see his assistant, Ian, step in timidly.

"Draco? You've got a visitor. Can I let him in?"

Draco furrowed his eyebrows. Him?

"Ian, who is it?" he asked, his shoulders tensing. He didn't have a good feeling about this.

Ian coughed, glancing slightly over his shoulder. "Erm, I'm not sure? He's never stopped by before, but he looks kind of like-"

"It's me, Malfoy!" a horribly familiar voice shouted, and before Draco could process what was happening, Ron Weasley shoved past Ian and entered the office, looking beyond angry.

"You're not allowed to come into my office! Get out!" Draco shouted, pointing towards the door. He saw Ian shakily get up and leave. The poor bloke.