A/N: It's been months since I last updated this story and I would like to apologize for not updating but I'm finally coming back to continue writing again.
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Your POV
I woke up and saw Draco sleeping next to me. I moved a strand of hair to the side and smiled at him.
"Hey," I whispered, tracing my index finger over his face, down to his parted lips. He shifts slightly in his sleep before opening his eyes to stare into mine. A small smile appears on his face, his left hand reaches up to caress my cheek.
"Hey." He replied. I propped on my elbow, my hand rested on my face to admire him. "What are you looking at?" He raised an eyebrow.
"My husband," I replied. I got on top of him to stare down at him while his eyes roamed every inch of me, memorizing every part. I leaned down to kiss his lips, feeling his hands roam up my back causing me to giggle during the kiss. He pulled away and I rested my forehead against his, allowing the peaceful moment between us.
"We should get out of bed." He says. I nodded and got off of him to get the wheelchair and helped him to get out of bed. He closed his eyes and gripped the edge of the bed while I held his waist, managing to place him in the wheelchair. "I hate this."
I'm sorry. I did this to you.
I looked down at him and frowned. "I know but you are doing so well."
"I'm fighting my love, I want to get back to be able to walk again." He replied. He raised his head to look at me. "I still can't believe they couldn't find the person who did this."
"I know, I wonder why they did it?" I said quietly. He crossed his arms and pouted.
"I didn't deserve this. I believe it was one of my father's enemies." He said. I stayed quiet. We went to the garden to enjoy the morning before getting breakfast. I sat down on the bench.
"It's a lovely morning," I said. He nodded and let out a sigh.
"Y/N?" He asked. I looked at him.
"Yes?" I replied, grabbing his hand. He took a deep breath.
"Do you miss our home?" He asked. I would admit I do miss our house but these past few weeks that I have been living in the manor. I was able to find any evidence against Lucius and eavesdrop on his conversation with his mistress whenever Aranza would come over to visit Narcissa just to sneak off with Lucius to his office. I would also hear Snape planning to take away citizens' property for new factories to boast Malfoy Inc.
"Yes," I replied. "I miss our house but here is comfortable. I love to go to the garden and walk around." He smiled and nodded.
"Soon we will go home." He promised.
"Soon," I replied. Narcissa walked out with a smile seeing us together.
"Breakfast is ready." She called out. Draco and I nodded then she left to leave us alone. He looked at me.
"Let's go get breakfast." He said. I nodded and stood up, pushing the wheelchair back into the house. Lucius and Astoria were talking with each other but once Astoria saw me she raised her voice so I could hear her.
"Draco and I will find out the gender of our baby in a few more weeks. I'm hoping it's a little boy so he will look exactly like his father." Astoria beamed. Lucius smiled at her and looked at Draco.
"I will be thrilled if the baby is a boy." He smirked. His eyes were set on me, wanting to be little me but I'm not gonna be unfazed by that.
"I will love that baby as well, whether it's a boy or a girl. I will love my step-child." I spoke. Astoria looked at me and raised her eyebrow.
"I'm still surprised you aren't pregnant, Y/N. I mean you and Draco have been married for months now. Doesn't he want a child with you?" She asked with a smug on her face.
"Astoria." Draco began but I stopped him by placing my hand on top of his.
"With everything that has happened with Draco. I feel it's not a good time to have a child. Besides I won't mind if I have to try as many times as I want. It never gets bored and it leaves me satisfied." Her face turns red.
The maid walks in holding a tray filled with cups of coffee. She places it down in the middle of the table before nodding at everyone. "Enjoy your breakfast."
We all began to eat in silence. Sometimes we would be chatting with each other before Lucius' phone began to ring. Narcissa looked at her husband with a raised eyebrow.
"Who's calling you at this hour?" She asked, trying to take a sneak at his phone. Lucius stared at his phone before looking at his wife.
"Someone from the company." He replied, trying to change the subject by texting the person who called. "I need to take this phone call." He stood up but Narcissa grabbed his arm.
"Why can't Snape take the call? I want to spend my time with you." She said. Lucius let out a sigh before looking at her.
"I will be quick." He promised kissing Narcissa on the forehead before walking out of the room. I knew he was gonna call his mistress. We went back to eat our food but Narcissa was in deep thought. I got a message from Isabella asking me to visit her. I turned to Draco who was wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"I'm gonna visit Isabella," I told him. He nodded.
"I'll invite Theo and Blaise over." He replied as I stood up to nod. I leaned down to kiss him, feeling Astoria's glare in my direction. "I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too." I kissed his lips once more before pulling away and looking at Astoria. "Goodbye, Astoria."
"Goodbye Y/N." She responded. I left the manor to visit Isabella when I saw a young man stumbling on the sidewalk, his hand holding his lower abdomen. He was wearing a hospital outfit.
"Sir, are you alright?" I walked towards him. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, heavy breathing escaped his mouth. "You need medical help."
"I'm fine." He replied, opening his eyes. His gaze was cold, emotionless. "Leave me alone." His tone was harsh as he wince in pain. I knew damn well he needed help but he was gonna be stubborn about it.
"You're bleeding." I pointed out. My eyes trailed down his lower abdomen to see his shirt soaked with blood. I was about to touch his wound when he caught my wrist.
"I told you to leave me alone." He hissed. I looked at him with curiosity. There was something about him that wanted to get to know about him. "I don't need your help." His head slumped. I quickly grabbed his arm and wrapped it around my neck.
"You need help. Let me help you." He only nodded and rested his head on top of my head. I pulled out my phone from my pocket to dial Isabella and explain to her everything that had happened, not before scolding me about finding a stranger. I reached her house with this guy stumbling on his feet and knocked on her door. She quickly opened it and helped me to get inside.
We reached her bedroom and placed him on her bed before grabbing a bowl filled with water, a cloth, and gauze. I placed the bowl near the nightstand and sat down on a stool, lifting the bottom of his shirt to see a gauze soaked with blood. I removed the old gauze and threw it away.
I placed the cloth in the bowl of water before squeezing it and gently wiping the wound, soft groans left his mouth. I sighed and finished cleaning the wound before placing a new gauze on him.
He eventually fell asleep. I couldn't help to run my hand through his hair and stare at him. Something was hiding in his heart, an untold story. My eyes traveled down his body when I saw a tattoo written on his left ribcage.
Heaven and hell were words to me.
Isabella walked in looking directly at him and then at me, shaking her head.
"What were you thinking?" She placed her hands on her hips. I let out a sigh.
"He was injured," I replied. "He needed help."
"You don't know him. You barely know his name." She scolded. "What if he could have hurt you?"
"I doubt that," I replied. She sighed and her gaze softened.
"Just be careful. If he does anything, don't hesitate to use the bat." I laughed, nodding my head. She turned around before she stopped and held something in her hand. "I found this on the floor. I guess it fell." She gave it to me before leaving the room.
I admired the necklace in my hand, noticing a ring around the chains, wondering what this ring meant. Soft whimpers came from his mouth, twisting his head side to side. I quickly put the necklace in my pocket.
"Don't hurt them." That was the first word that came from his mouth. I raised my head to see sweat covering his face. "Don't hurt them." He repeated. This time a bit louder. I grabbed his shoulder and shook him a bit.
"Hey, wake up," I said softly. This only caused him to begin to cry and tremble in his sleep.
"No, please." He pleaded in his sleep. He sounded terrified, broken. "I'm sorry." He whispered.
I stared at him before he screamed out, opening his eyes and staring at me. He steadied his breathing before finally acknowledging my presence.
"Who are you?" He asked he was looking at his surroundings, confused. Then his eyes landed on me.
"I'm Y/N," I replied. He sat up but quickly laid down and winced in pain. "You're welcome."
"For what?" He rests his hand on his lower abdomen, wincing a bit.
"I saved your life," I responded. He was quiet for a moment before he glared at me.
"You shouldn't have done that." He hissed angrily, sitting up despite the pain. "You don't know me and I don't know you. You should have let me die in the streets like I was supposed to. I deserved it."
"Did you escape from a hospital?" I asked, referring to his outfit. He shook his head and started to get up but I grabbed his hand.
"More like a prison." He snatched his hand away. I stifled a gasp as I stared at him with wide eyes. I just helped a fucking criminal, what was I thinking. He seemed to notice my expression. "I won't harm you."
"Your attitude proves different." I crossed my arms, watching him pace back and forth, not caring about the pain. He ran his hands through his hair.
I don't even know his name.
His hand goes around his neck, trying to find something. "Where is it? Where is it?" He whispered to himself. He looks at me for a brief moment then he hesitates for a moment, taking a deep breath, and then approaches me carefully. "Have you seen it?"
"What?" I asked, slightly confused about what he was referring to. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes for a moment.
"My necklace." He says, his hand extended out. I reached inside my pocket to take out the necklace, fist holding the end of the chains as the ring in the middle swung back and forth.
"What's so special about this necklace?" I asked. He glared at me and snatched the necklace away from my hand. "Rude." I glared back. He completely ignored me and slipped the necklace around his neck. His blue eyes studied my own. "It's just a stupid necklace. It has no meaning to it. You're just a criminal who has no heart at all."
He pushed me against the wall, eyes glaring down at me. I stared at him in horror and disbelief. He was breathing heavily, fuming. "You don't know anything about me. I could kill you this moment so don't go assuming things about me!" He let go of me and ran his hand over his face.
"You can't," I said. He removed his hand from his face.
"What?" He asked.
"You can't kill me," I replied. "You don't have the guts. You are a tormented soul."
"A lost soul." He corrected. I shook my head and studied his face.
"Tell me your name," I said. I wanted to get to know him better. He has a story and I'm ready to find out.
"Atlas." He responded, extending his hand out. I shook his hand and gave him a warm smile which he returned.
This was the beginning of what I hope is friendship.
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A/N: We all finally met Atlas and in the next chapter will be his back story of how his life was before we meet him again.
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