The End of the Beginning (Draco Malfoy x Fem Reader)

Chapter Sixteen: Return the Favour

"y/n. y/n." I shoot up from the floor at the sound of my name. No has said my name since...since my parents died. 

Me: "Who's there? I know it's not the guard. Who are you?"

"y/n, it's me. It's Draco."

Me: Malfoy? What the fuck do you want?

DM: Hey, lose the attitude. I'm trying to help you out here.

Me: LOSE THE ATTITUDE HE SAYS! I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN MONTHS! YOU SAID YOU'D COME BACK DRACO!

DM: y/n. I wasn't here until recently. I've been out for a while.

Me: Fuck you Draco. I want nothing to do with you anymore. 

DM: "Stop. You're being stubborn and you're hurt. Cut it out." He unlocks the cell door. He walks into the cell towards me.

Me: If you touch me, I'll kill you.

DM: How? You don't have your wand. You don't have any weapons.

Me: You underestimate me Draco.  

DM: "Stop. Please. Lumos." Light fills the room. I can see his usually pale face now has zero colours. His eyes are bloodshot and there are bags resting under them. There are cuts scattered on his face. His jeans are ripped as is his shirt. 

Me: "What the hell happened to you?"He laughs. 

DM: It's been a rough nine months.

Me: NINE MONTHS? 

DM: Yeah. We're going back to school tomorrow.

Me: "We're---we're going--" My voice cracks and I force my words out, "We're going back?"

DM: Yes. 

Me: Why did it have to be me?

DM: You know very well why y/n.

Me: Just leave.

DM: y/n. You have to come with me.

Me: I don't want to.

DM: "You have to." He grabs my arm. I swing my other one up and it collides with his shoulder. I hear my hand crack and he shakes his head. "That would have hurt if you would've punched me anywhere else."

Me: Let go of me.

DM: "Fine but you have to come with me." He drops my arm. 

Me: No.

DM: y/n. Stop being like this. You have to. We need you at Hogwarts.

Me: You need me? If you needed me, you wouldn't have left me down here!

DM: YOU THINK I WANTED TO LEAVE YOU DOWN HERE? GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER! 

Me: WHAT HAPPENED TO MY DRACO? MY MALFOY? I LOVED YOU!

DM: Loved?

Me: Loved. Past tense. How could anyone love a monster like you?

DM: You don't mean that.

Me: I do. I've never meant something more in my life.

DM: "You don't mean that." He chokes out.

Me: Are you going to cry now? How do you think I feel? I've been down here for god knows how long and you want it to be all about you.

DM: No.

Me: No? NO? You're so pathetic!

DM: Stop.