I am a Riddle | Draco Malfoy, 18+

T w e n t y - f o u r,

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

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The gravel crackled beneath our steps as we hurried our way up to the entrance; my fingers felt numbed of how tight Draco had been squeezing them - he refused to let go of me; he held onto me as his life depended on it, the whole way here.

My eyes snapped to his shaking body when I saw his fists coarsely collide with the wooden door before us, " Calm down, Draco, please." I pleaded, feeling the frigid breeze towing at my flushed cheeks,

He ignored my words as he caught a step back from the door, unbuttoning his black blazer to pluck his wand out, but before he had the possibility of doing so - the door twirled open, and a startled Narcissa peered out, '' Draco, what on earths-,'' She arose, but hushed down the second her orbs placed on mine and her eyes turned soft in a heartbeat,

''Leiah?''

Draco didn't even bother to greet his mother; he urgently forced himself past her into the mansion,'' We need to speak with you.'' He demanded, spreading his hands over his silky hair, '' It's urgent, is father home?''

She shook her head at his question and took a step out to the cold to cloak her sleeves around my small figure, '' I missed you,'' I whispered into the locks of her hair, hugging her back tightly - breathing in safety the surrounding her,

'' I missed you, dear.'' She leaned back as a smile curled up on her red painted lips, '' Please,'' Her tone was soft and calm as always - gesturing for me to enter her home, and I do - my views flickered all over the remarkable entry, even if I have spent numerous occasions here - Narcissa and her taste in furnishing never ceased to amaze me,

'' Beautiful, isn't it?'' She smiled at me as I twisted around to view her elegant figure, '' It was a gift from your mother if I'm not mistaken.''

I peered over at the statue placed into the far corner of the hall, '' I thought that it could bring some light into these-,'' She holds, glancing at me with pleading eyes, weaving her fingers together in uncertainty,

'' Into these hard times,''

'' Mother, we don't have time for this,'' Draco muttered, making both Narcissa and me look at him - his hands are tucked into his pockets, striving to conceal the fact that he's visibly fuming - staring impatiently at his mother,

'' Draco, please.'' She begged, not charmed with her son's behavior, before taking hurried steps towards him, " I'm so glad to have you home," she spoke softly, drawing him into a warm hug - warmth rinsed through my variety when I heeded how much peace it brought him - holding his mother, " Shall we?"

All three of us took place around the table in the saloon - they indeed did have a beautiful home, the walls covered in paintings from other eras - the crystals dangling from the ceiling sparkled in the shades of the rainbow when the sun caressed them.

I gazed over to Draco, wishing for him to satisfy my eyes, but he didn't spare me a single look as he seated himself next to me. Why is he acting like this?

Narcissa calmly planted her hands onto the table, twining her fingers together - nodding for her offspring to speak his mind, '' What is all of this about?''

Silence,

Draco's breaths hitched, and he didn't utter a single word; he stayed quiet for moments, chewing on his bottom lip, his veiny hand nervously tugged at his jaws - blue eyes were dropped to the table as his fingers hauled at his rings - he looked so bothered,