Part 18: The Cause

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I hurt him so terribly.

But I need to make it better.

Running out my door in just my jumper, jeans, and Ugg boots, I follow his trail and it takes me straight to the Thames. Looking around, I don't see him anywhere. His trails just stopped and then I spot it- his jacket and shoes by the harbor.

No!

No!

Racing down to the end of the dock, I cast bubble head on myself and I jump into the sloshing freezing water. Sinking just below the surface, bubbles slowly rising to my face- I see him.

"Carpe Retractum!!!" I yell and point my wand at him. The cord of light blasts from my wand and pulls Draco to me. When he gets in my grasp, I point my wand back towards the bottom of the black river depths. "Ascendio!!!"

We fly from the water land back by his jacket. I look down at him and tap his shoulders hard and his face.

"Dracooooo!! Stay with me!! Please!! Please, come back!! Tollere Aqua Pulnomem!!!" I point the wand tip into his chest and after a few seconds, he starts spewing the water out of his mouth. Coughing, I roll him onto his side and pat his back. When the water's left him fully. I grab his things and we aparate back to my home. Getting him on the couch, he wheezes and coughs- sputtering water droplets consistently. That spell is made to force water from the lungs. In my third year at the ministry, I worked specifically on creating life saving spells with a great wizard- Samuel Tolwood- he graduated a Ravenclaw. He taught me how to connect the intent of a spell with the movement or casting method. "Hot Air."

I dry him off and conjure a few blankets.

"I'm so sorry, Draco....I'm so sorry.....I didn't mean it...I didn't mean any of it. I'm so sorry....." I cry and push my face into the his forehead, and cradle his head as I kneel beside the couch. "I didn't mean it...I'm sorry!!"

He doesn't say anything. He just rolls onto his side so he faces the back of the couch. Tears fall even harder down my cheeks and I try to silent them. He continues to cough and wheeze as I lay dripping on my shag area rug.

"I'm so stupid... I don't know what's wrong with me...I was hoping they were from you and then you made those comments like you didn't send them and I...I felt crushed." I confess. "This last week...being around you- I feel like a part of me is slowly coming back to life and it just hurt knowing you went out with that Muggle and...I...I put the thought into my head that you must hate me that bad. You'll date a Muggle before you'd even consider having feels for a stupid, filthy, Mudblood. I just...I just...I..."

His body shoots up in his spot on the couch and it scares me slightly. His eyes are red and so are his nostrils from the water spitting out of them.

"SHUT UP!!" He booms with a raspy voice. I back up from him, but he just keeps coming towards me. "I TOLD YOU TO NEVER CALL YOURSELF THAT AGAIN!!! WHY WOULD YOU EVER WANT A DEATH EATER TO SEND YOU FLOWERS??!!"

Tears come dripping down my face and I can't backpedal across my floor fast enough. He's right at my feet and soon enough he gets me flat to the floor and straddles me. Panic sets into my body as I immediately flash back to that night I was tortured.

"I have a mark too!!! A horrible reminder of a shitty past!" He rips his left sleeve and shows me the Death Eater tattoo. "I regret all of it! I regret calling you that hideous name everyday of your life! And maybe I should be reminded I'm nothing more than a vial, putrid, horrible Death Eater! But don't you EVER compare me to my father again!! You should've left me in that water! Years I have just been trying to leave this fucking world and time after time- I just get pulled back in!!!"

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