I am a Riddle | Draco Malfoy, 18+

N i n e t e e n - p a r t - t w o,

This chapter contains mature content, scenes of self-harm, and emotional trauma. Please read with caution.

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And I did — I opened the edges with my shaking hands as Draco rose his head, his sights pierced through mine,

" Dear Leiah,

I have held the opportunity to visit the castle,

Please, attend me as soon as you can,

I can't wait to meet you again, my love.

Mother. "

My mind is dizzy, my body weak,

How is that possible?

She hasn't been able to come out of hiding for months, but now she can go home?

" What does it say?" He spoke with a questioning look on his front as my eyes snapped to his, but not a single word escaped my parted lips, " Tell me, what the fucking letter says," He shouted across the room, but I didn't even cringe at the sound of his hoarse voice,

Silence,

I couldn't speak, my entire body trembled, my eyes watered as he forced himself up, sauntering over to my numb shape, and before I even could react, he snatched the letter out of my hand, staring into my vein eyes before his views rushed wild over it,

He swallowed, looking up at me with no emotion on his face, " You can't go, Leiah." He breathed, " It's a trap," He flung the letter to the floor as his cold hands wrapped around my upper arms, striving to flourish sense into me,

" Promise me you won't go."

I felt my face twist at his words, the anger heating up within me, " Stop telling me what to do, Draco." I shouted, feeling the tears crumbling through my surface, not being able to manage everything that's happening,

" You can't decide this for me.

''It's my mother."

His entire frame altered when he caught on to my words — he let his tongue run on the inside of his lower lip, tensing his grip,

" What the fuck did you just say to me?"

" You heard me — this is my mother, Draco. I haven't seen her in months—,''

'' I have to see her," The tears keep settling down my cheeks, my voice fractures in desperation,

" She's home, Draco,"

'' I don't fucking care who it is. It's too dangerous.'' He uttered, and I couldn't believe him. He had taken so much from me already, and now, he wants to take my mother away too,

His hands moved up to my chin, cupping my cheeks gently as his blue stares into my pooling ones,

'' Please, Leiah, think about this.'' His thumbs stroked away the tears that keep coming,

'' Think about it, she hasn't written you in months, and now, out of the blue, she does? Asking you to go home when all of us knows that your father is doing everything possible to get his hands on you?''

His words cause me to swallow thickly - maybe he is right? Perhaps this is a trap?

But either way,