I am a Riddle | Draco Malfoy, 18+

T w e n t y - s e v e n,

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

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I refused to look at Draco the following days. I was more than upset with him for taking Pansy to the ball that I didn't even give him a chance to explain  — I ignored him at my finest by locking myself in my room,

Flashback to a few nights ago,

The pounding on my door echoed loud as I pushed my palms into the wood, " Draco, please stop," I shouted from the back of my throat, " I don't want to hear it,"

" Open the door, Leiah — right fucking now," He endangered, " I swear to god — if you don't open this door right now—" He hushed down, knuckles collided with the wood once more as I turned around, sliding down against it, drawing my knees to my chest,

" Draco, please," I begged through my sobbing, " I can't do this anymore," My head buried in my hands, tears drowning my cheeks as the door kept shaking against my back,

I caught him sigh loudly before his palms struck the door again, " Then let me fucking explain, please," His voice desperately broke in hurt, the torture of me shutting him out, the pain of me giving up on him, " Please, darling, please let me explain,"

" I'm sorry,"

" I'm so fucking sorry,"

My heart completely broke at his words, the sound of how heavily damaged he sounded as he did everything imaginable not so cry, " Please don't do this, Leiah,"

" I need you,"

" I fucking need you,"

The tears kept on flowing, my body shuddering as he kept on striking the wood, " I'm begging you, please don't do this,"

" Please don't give up on me,"

I stayed quiet, smothering my cries as I heard him repeatedly punch the wall,

" Fuck—," He shouted once more before the silence greeted my trembling self.

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My heart ached in the worst way possible as the night of the ball rose,

I stood in front of my mirror, looking at my reflection. My dress was in smooth silk, midnight blue with thin stripes — Narcissa gifted me with it last week as well with a letter,

She told me everything that happened after I fainted that night. That Draco wasn't able to turn into a death eater until I had become one and that my father had found out about my efforts to work against him, she penned how important it was for me to stay at school — because the first chance my father held, he would take me away.

The most heartbreaking part of the last few days was that Hermione had left —

Flashback to the other night,

" Luna—," I breathed, looking at my best friend standing in the doorway, tears running down her cheeks, " Luna, what's wrong?"

She didn't answer me. She simply stood there as tears flooded, and that was the first time I have never seen my lively — happy — joyful, Luna — numb,

She looked numb, broken, empty as I hurried my way up to her, but she backed away — she didn't even look at me. She stared blankly out over my room, holding her breaths,