Cursed | Draco Malfoy, 18+

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This chapter contains scenes of violent actions. Please read with caution.

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'' Maybe we should just run away together?''

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She loves him. She loves him. She loves him.

She has to love him — there's no other way out of this for her. It's either loving the boy who turned out to be her biggest nightmare or dying.

Amelie found herself desperately knocking on Theodore's door, not holding any truth in how she got here, how she managed to leave the scene she had walked in on moments before. Her knuckles collided heavily with the wood as she sought to wake him up,

She knew he had gone to bed already — he usually went to bed early because he loved waking up before sunrise.

Studying the sun as it traveled across the mountain line, with his dearest book in his hand in the hours when no one else was to be awake, lived to be one of his favorite things to do.

'' Please, please, please, be here.'' Amelie whispered to herself, '' Please wake up.''

Her hands kept slamming against the timber, harder and harder with every struck — it wasn't even on her mind at this time that she could've been using her wand. Her mind was clouded,

Not even a minute later, following several pounds on his door, Theodore finally swung it open, and there he stood. The boy who always came to her rescue. The boy who made the strains of pain easier.

He stood confused, nearly disorientated in his newly awakened state. His hands curled up into fists as he scratched them against his drowsy eyes,

The instant his arms fell to his sides, exposing his bare chest — he clocked her skin.

How the tears that had been falling, left prints, how the tip of her nose grew red as if she had been rubbing against it to dry the lost liquid.

'' What happened—'' He sought to speak, the instant her ears noted the weary tones slipping his tongue, her arms flew around his chest.

She buried her head into his warm skin, draining him of the warmth he always sought to grant her with. Theodore held her back, as close as he possibly could.

He backed fully into his room again, with her still hugged around him. It felt as though she couldn't breathe. The continuance of her having her heart broken made her tremble.

Amelie's entire body shook violently as Theo bent down, burying his head into her shoulder, and there they stood, for what felt like hours.

Just holding each other.

His hands stroked her back as she whimpered, trails and trails of sobs fled her throat as they burned into his skin,

Theodore's insides wrenched, his heart shattered for her. He couldn't bear to see her like this.

" Tell me, Amelie." He whispered, " Tell me what Adrian did."

Her head shook — she didn't want to. She didn't want to tell him because the moment she said it out loud, it would become real.

Her nose brushed against the softness of his chest, " He—"

" He—"

Another sob escaped her throat,

" He was with—"

She sucked in a harsh breath as she felt her body following the gentle movements he made. He softly swayed them from side to side,