Winning Over Slytherin | Draco Malfoy

Chapter 52: Loss.

L O S S

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I wish you had broken my heart. I wish you had teared it into a million pieces until there was nothing left. Because then, at least it wouldn't hurt so much.
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Mal's POV

*a couple hours later*

I stayed in the Gryffindor common room with my friends after the devastating events of the night, none of us really wanted to be alone. I was leaning on Fred's shoulder, fidgeting with Draco's ring on my finger, as all seven of us sat around the fireplace when Harry finally spoke up.

"I saw it happen. All of it." What?

"You mean..." Mione asked.

"Yes. I watched Dumbledore die." We all gasped.

"And what? You just stood there and watched?" I accused and Ginny glared at me.

"I couldn't do anything about it. He made me stay put. I shouldn't have. I really should have done something. However, I don't think there's anything I could've really done and I think... I think I understand Professor Dumbledore some more now. I mean, everything that happened tonight was just so insane." Harry explained.

"Everything?" Ron asked.

"Well, I was with Dumbledore, trying to find one of the horcruxes, which: dangerous crap by the way. Then we returned to the tower, and we heard footsteps and he made me hide and promise not to come out, no matter what happens. Which, I definitely struggled to do, but he's Dumbledore, and we all know no one really gets a choice when he asks you to do something. And after I hid..." Harry glanced at me with a concerned look on his face. "I'm sorry Mal."

"What? Why?" I lifted my head from Fred's shoulder and leaned forward to listen more carefully.

"Well, when I hid, those footsteps we heard, they were... Malfoy's." Everyone turned to look at me and I felt lightheaded, my hand immediately moved to touch my charm bracelet.

"No. Are you trying to tell me he killed Dumbledore?" Harry hesitated and I continued before he could, "No. Draco may be mean, a bully, a jerk, whatever you guys want to call him. But I know my boyfriend. And he is not a murderer. He would never kill anyone."

"Mal--" Fred tried to put his hand on my shoulder to comfort me but I pushed him away.

"No. Draco -- my Draco -- is not a murderer. He's not."

He shook his head at me. "Just listen, he didn't kill Dumbledore, but--"

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Way to bury the lead Harry."

"Wait, listen. He didn't kill Dumbledore... but he was supposed to." Excuse me? "Malfoy's a death eater Mal. He was chosen, by Voldemort himself, to be the one who kills Dumbledore." Bloody hell.

"Bloody hell." Ron voiced my thoughts out loud.

"Mal, you need to go talk to him. Now." Ginny spoke to me harshly.

"Lose the attitude Gin, I didn't kill him." I retorted in the same tone.

"No, but your boyfriend was supposed to do so."

"Look Ginny, you worry about your boyfriend, I worry about mine." I defended him. I get it, we're friends, almost family, but you will not accuse my boyfriend of something as malicious and horrific as murder.

"Except your boyfriend is the only one we should be worried about since he A) is a bloody death eater! And B) was sent to kill our headmaster!"

"I will handle this Ginny! There has to be some explanation, he would never—"