𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕗𝕠𝕪 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 [DISCONTINUED]

Not even real (Draco's POV)

Year: After Hogwarts, after the war

House: you choose

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~Flashback~

"Aahh, sweet, kind, Y/n..." drawled a Death Eater, cornering Y/n, her back against a wall, the Death Eater's wand against her throat. "No Draco to save you now..."

"Expelliarmus!" he shouted. Y/n tried to push him and grab her wand, which was yards away, but the Death Eater closed his fingers around her throat, suffocating her. 

"Like parents like daughter, eh? I remember killing your mother and father like it was yesterday," he seethed. 

"We're gonna beat you," she choked. "Dumbledore's Army will defeat you and your stupid noseless bitch you call a leader." 

"I'm looking forward to it," he said sarcastically, before raising his wand and pointing it at Y/n--

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

~End of flashback~

Draco's PoV

I awoke with a start, breathing heavily. It's been 3 months after the war, and I've still been having bad dreams about how... how she died.

I noticed tears escaping my eyes as I remember when that happened. I hastily wipe them away before standing up groggily, to change then go down at the Manor.

I see my mother reading the Daily Prophet in the dining room, while a house elf cooks our breakfast. Mum notices my state.

"Another nightmare?" she asks. I drowsily nod, pulling up a chair and sitting down beside Mum.

"I know you're devastated, Draco..." she coaxes, placing a hand on my shoulder. "But you have to move on."

I grunt, shaking my head and burying my face in my hands.

Narcissa's PoV

I stare at my son. He's been like that since Y/n died. Draco stands and goes to exit the room. 

"Draco," I call, "won't you eat?"

He murmurs something incoherent, but I catch the words "No" and "don't feel like it."

Lucius walks in. "Draco's still like that?" he asks.

"Hasn't changed," I answered. "He's not okay."

Draco's PoV

I trod back up to my room and collapse on my bed. 

I would give anything, anything, just to hear her laugh again, to see her smile again, to hold her in my arms again, even for only a minute...

But no, Voldemort decides to ruin everything.

Y/n was the only one who understood me, the only one who could comfort me...

My thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. "Draco?"

I sat up abruptly. That was her voice.

I carefully stand to open the door.

I see a girl about my age, with rich H/c hair and brilliant e/c eyes.

It was Y/n.

"Draco," she said softly. I was at a loss for words.

Closing the door behind me, I wrap my arms around her and break down completely, letting out the bottled up grief I had since the war.