Astrid Orla Clearwater, Wizarding royalty and well known all over the world. You grew up listening to stories about the potters as they were your parents best friends. What happens when you find your best friend from when you were newborns, separate...
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"You're just like him"
It had felt like a curse—one of the worst someone you knew your whole life could say too you—knowing where exactly to hit, what would unnerve him
Of course she knew
He was like his father for her, not even his mother, how he wished to be like this mother. At least Astrid still spoke too her—watched her with twinkling eyes and flashed a compassionate smile every time she saw her.
What he would give to have her smile at him like that too—to see understanding in her eyes for him and all his ways
But he was Lucius Malfoy's son
Cruel and wicked Draco Malfoy
I wish I had never met you he wanted to scream at her, his cheeks growing red and his eyes darkened with a gloss of Merlin knows what, sadness, hate, anger and resentment, maybe even longing
But he said nothing—remaining there—standing where she left him to be pricked at by the sobs leaving her mouth
All because of him
Because he couldn't let her back in out of fear—fear that she would soon realize he didn't matter too her anyways, that she didn't want him after all
Nothing could be said and done between them anyways—what was gone would remain gone—there was no saving the mess that kept growing in the last four years
Malfoy let out a breath—what was it with her taking his breath away—suffocating him to death or until he admitted he needed her to breathe
He wondered what he would've said if it was humanly possible to put the last few years of complete isolation into words—it was she who abandoned him, was it not? Yet he received the brunt of everyone's anger
"Mate" came Theo's voice
He forgot they were all here too
"You alright?" He asked
"Fine" Malfoy muttered.
"Are you sure?" Pansy now asked—as if she cared enough, like she wasn't the person to come up with such a traitorous plan against him
He and Astrid would never be the same again after this night
"Why the fuck wouldn't I be?" He angrily hissed—turning to them
His ears rang, burning as if they had been pressed against a hot metal rod "you really think I give a fuck!" Malfoy was dangerously close to them all now—his friends intimidated by his flushed cheeks and shaky hands.
