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helenelyghaug/Draco Malfoy

Hours Later

"I love you, Helene."

He didn't say like your mother or dad would have said it. Nor the way, your friends say it. Draco had said it like it was the last three words he would have ever spoken. 

For some odd reason, I knew it was coming. I had guessed from the long nights we spent together, eating with each other at every single meal, and the way he looked at me when he had something in mind for us. Something that involved crazy. 

It was New Years Eve and it had been inside outside on the Fountain of Eros in Diagon Alley. The streets were full of people counting down the seconds to the next year. I was kinda surprised I heard those words in such a loud crowd. But to me, Draco was the only person I could hear. 

His hand, which was in mine, squeezed. His mouth was sealed shut, keeping silent to what I was to say next. His eyes waited for my response, to tell him also that I loved him. 

Yet those words just wouldn't escape, and I only sat there in silence, shocked by his words. I couldn't remember if I felt the same or not.  

"Say something, Helene."

I responded only with our second kiss and as soon as my lips landed on his, the bell rang signaling it was a new year. It was such a memorable kiss. The intensity, the sweetness, the kiss clearly showed how much he wanted me so badly. 

And the next words he said after we had parted was the ultimate trap. "I want you to meet my parents."

I did a lot of thinking the past hours inside the basement after Draco had told me he wasn't his old self. He was a new man. And in a way, I was happy about that. 

But I was conflicted. Did I truly love him or was it pity? Did he really change my feelings about him or was I just telling myself that? I was scared to follow my gut. My heart wanted me to run into his arms and confess to him how I felt, but what if it was just another trick up his sleeves. A trick that could make my heart be broken again. 

My heart had beaten faster when I thought of what Draco had asked for, forgiveness. It was all he wanted he said. All he wanted, and he would feel at peace. And immediately, I felt as though I could forgive him. Maybe it would be hard to forget, but I could try. I would try my best to forget what he had done towards me. 

After my resolution, the door opened once more, making my stomach flip. 

But it wasn't Draco. Instead, it was my father. 

"Hello, Helene," he had said with a grin. 

I stood up with fear running in my blood. "Dad."

Using his mind, he unlocked the jail doors and strolled in like a shadow. His fingers touched my chin gently while a soft chuckled rose inside of him. With him gliding around me, he said, "You know, it can break a father's heart when his own daughter doesn't want to see him."

"It can break a girl's world when her father kills her mum in front of her."

"Your mother was a traitor to us, Helene. She wanted to take my own girl away from me."

I looked at him dead in the eye as he came in contact with me. "I was never yours."

In an instant, he slammed me into the wall, making my back ache with pain. His long fingers were on my collar and shoulder. My mother's murderer came close to my face, noticing his utterly pale complexion. 

"I didn't come to argue with you, my daughter. I came to warn you."

"Warn me about what?"

"About the boy you're in love with."