The Tragedy of Draco Malfoy

Secrets Announced

It had been a week of avoiding Harry and slipping away when Pansy and Blaise asked questions. A week of grief and stress and these damn butterflies! The overweight of guilt was slightly unbearable for the Slytherin as he avoided a certain clan of Gryffindor's and their questions.

"Mr. Black! I suggest you get up now if you wish to still be on time for breakfast!" Greeted the delightful voice of Miss Pomfrey, the blond pulled a pillow over his head and groaned in exhaustion. Guilt could officially go die in a hole as far as he was concerned. "Mr. Black!" She shouted at him once more. "I'm up!" Was his response, it dripped with resentment.

He made his way to his usual place at the Slytherin table and began to fill a bowl with an assortment of different fruits, all the while avoiding a certain saviours gaze. That was when the papers came. Suddenly, a feeling overwhelmed him, a feeling one might have when they've made a grave lapse in judgement. The gasps that filled the Hall followed by sympathetic stares only validated this feeling. With a shout of annoyance, Pansy demanded a copy of the paper from a nearby 6th year. The headline made her pale in the face and her skin look sickly. She raised her head and gave Draco a careful look before handing him the copy.

The first thing he realised was that the paper was written by The Daily Prophet. The second was the enlarged still picture of a casket. The third was the headline that caught his attention and left him numb. Narcissa Malfoy (née Black) is dead!?

With a heavy heart, he stood, and under the eyes of the student body he spoke. "My mother deceived and hurt many in society. She was a cruel woman and is partly responsible for my current condition although I'm sure many of you had already figured that." He took a shaky breath and raised his head. "Yes, she was a horrid cruel woman, but she was still my mother. I loved her dearly and her death brought more pain than I thought. Please respect my wishes and do not speak of her death in my presence. She was a wretched woman, but some part of myself refused to hate her." And with that he left the Hall, the hall's noise rising in his departure.

A/N I'm sorry this is so short!!! I had a really hard time writing this chapter and am struggling with quarantine! I am working on the next chapter already and should, if everything goes according to plan, have it out soon! Once again sorry for the short chapter!!