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Forbidden Rapture	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 49897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Author's Notes:
ASAP BETA NEEDED FOR REPOST AT ANOTHER SITE. HEEELP.
Short chapter.
Filled with significant clues.
Will update again tomorrow.
Had been dead busy. Update on my life later.
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Chapter Fifty
Black and Malfoy Secrets

“She’s not a Know-It-All.” Narcissa said as she lit the fireplace with a slight and elegant movement of her wand. “She’s just curious for answers.”
“Or rather desperate.” Snape said as he opened the large paper bag over the wooden table. “What’s this?” he asked her.
“Food.” Narcissa answered without looking up from the fireplace.
“I’m not daft.” Snape said looking through the large paper bag.
Narcissa glared up at him but she didn’t say anything.
Snape went on checking the paper bags.
“And neither is she. I told her I’m off to buy something to eat –“ Snape looked sarcastic. “I didn’t tell her I’m going to buy food for camping.”
“Isn’t that what you two are having?” Narcissa said with a sarcastic smile.
Snape made a cold face to her but he didn’t look as insulted as he should have been.
“I’m not in the mood for jokes, Cissy.” Snape stiffly said.
“How is she?” Narcissa asked after a while.
She kept her eyes over the burning hearth while listening to Snape’s fidgeting over the table for the contents of the paper bag as if sorting which to bring and leave behind.
“Nothing has changed.” Snape replied as he then bent forward and opened the black bag he had with him. “She still whines and cries every night and defy and question everything I say and tell her.”
“Do you expect her to just accept things as they are?” Narcissa asked with a sarcastic glint in her eyes.
Snape didn’t say anything.
Narcissa could hear him taking out bottles and jars of sorts over the wooden table.
“She’s not daft, Severus.” Narcissa pointed out with almost a smirk.
Snape looked murderous but he didn’t say anything.
“Where will you put these potions I’ve brought you?” he asked her seeing that Narcissa had nothing but a purse with her.
“I told you I’m fine.” Narcissa said. “You didn’t need to bring all of those things.”
“I told you as well that my diagnosis of you is not yet over.” Snape said and his voice was filled with authority.
Narcissa’s pursed lips slowly turned into a smile.
He was always very authoritative over her when it came to her or Draco’s well-being.
“You take care of me as if I’m a dying woman.” Narcissa said with a smile over her lips that was rarely every there anyway.
“I’m not exactly going to wait for that to happen before I take action.” Snape pointed out.
A crease appeared over Narcissa’s forehead that Snape obviously didn’t see.
“Come over here and see these.” Snape called out to her.
Narcissa stood rooted to the spot and it has taken her a few moments before sighing heavily and deciding to walk to the other end of the room to meet him.
The table was filled with small bottles of sorts and some jars of suspended gooey paste.
“For Draco’s burns.” he pointed out. “How is he coping?”
“He is stronger than I imagined.” Narcissa simply said taking the jar from the table.
“Would you like to talk about it?” he slowly asked her.
“No.” Narcissa said with a definite firmness. “It’s enough that he’s learned his lesson. It will help him understand the seriousness of the situation from which I have tried so hard to keep him from.”
Snape didn’t say anything.
Usually, he would have protested but then again, it was Draco’s fault why he was suddenly lined up at the punishment ring of the Dark Lord about a week ago.
“He’ll be better.” Narcissa said. “It’s nothing serious. But the lesson he learned is that if he’s not allowed in a meeting, he’s not allowed then and if he’s not supposed to know an information, then he’s not supposed to poke his nose and ears around.”
Snape didn’t say anything.
He knew how afraid Draco was and given his bearing and what has transpired since he was marked by the Dark Lord.
But he couldn’t do anything.
He has already warned him beforehand and had even asked Narcissa to twist her will in order to scare Draco and stop him from doing what he’s done.
But he was a proud Malfoy.
He wanted to avenge his father for what Harry Potter has done to him at the Ministry of Magic.
And because of it, he had been marked and now he has no way out of anything that the Dark Lord asks of him.
“Why was he poking around?” Snape curiously asked her.
Narcissa looked away.
He moved to her and stared closely at her.
“Tell me, what was he trying to know about?”
“Oh, you know Draco. He just wants to know everything-“
“Draco wouldn’t be insistent and consistent on something until he demands to know something specific.”
Narcissa avoided his gaze.

“What was it that Draco was trying to get information about?”
“The girl.” Narcissa after a moment unable to lie to him. “He’s heard that she’s missing since the ambush. He thinks that our side has her.”
“Don’t we?” Snape quietly said.
Narcissa shook her head and walked away from him.
“Cissy-“
“We both know whose side you are deep down, Severus.”
Snape clenched his fists at his sides.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
“You look like you have not seen daylight lately.”
Snape didn’t say anything.
It made Narcissa even more serious.
“The Dark Lord asks about you.” Narcissa slowly said. “I think he has found out that you no longer stay at Spinner’s End when you’re not here. He shall soon ask you why you are not home.”
“It’s not a home.” Snape bitterly said. “It was never a home.”
“Severus, is there something that is wrong?” she asked concernedly.
Snape turned and began packing the things she’s given him.
“Nothing is.” Snape said. “I’m just a little tired lately.”
Narcissa’s eyes furrowed.
She stood from her chair and slowly walked towards him while Snape tried his best to remain busy and avoid her gaze.
“Is there anything you wish to tell me?” she quietly asks her looking deep into his eyes.
Snape didn’t say anything but Narcissa caught the very brief moment for which he had halted over his movements as if thinking if he should answer it.
He remained quiet and passive as he resumed his packing.
“I will make a good excuse for you.” Narcissa offered.
“Thank you.” Snape simply answered her. “But that’s not necessary. I can tell him I’m staying at Hogwarts from time to time which is.”
She observed him, worried of everything that was happening to him but she knew that she couldn’t help more than what she was currently giving him.
“Severus, I am concerned about you. But I know you can do this.” Narcissa whispered softly.
“Thanks.” Snape curtly said. “But pep-talks will really not help at the moment.”
“It’s not like that.” Narcissa said. “But you’re the only one who can deal with this.”
“Thanks to your bloody sister.” Snape said angrily zipping the bag he was packing.
“We’ll find a way out of this, Severus.”
“Yes.” Snape sarcastically said. “I’m quite sure after ten years you’ll be able to find something.”
“If there’s anything I can do for you-“
“Keep your sister-“ Snape suddenly said grabbing her arm with his eyes glinting. “Away.From.Me.”
“Severus-“
“She’s done more than enough damage. If she does not keep her nose out of my business I’ll make sure that the Dark Lord’s best lieutenant spills blood even before this war is over.”
“Please.” Narcissa claimed her arm back and then grasp his painfully. “I’ll deal with her.”
“You better.” Snape roughly said. “Or else I will.”
There was silence between them.
Narcissa’s fingers were kept firm around his arm as they stared at one another.
Snape’s features then softened and he slowly looked apologetic.
“I don’t know anymore what to do with her.” Snape said. “She’s desperate to go back. She’s desperate in finding answers – she’s getting by but hardly. I can’t give her a wand because it may harm her – she might do something that would harm her and the others-“
“Don’t you ever dare give her a wand-“
“But her magic will die!” Snape angrily spat at her.
There was a different gleam in his eyes that Narcissa feared.
It was a mixture of fear and anger – and remorse.
“Severus, I’m telling you-“
“Tell me what?!” he angrily yelled at her as he advanced. “Tell me what-“
“Severus- wait-“
“Do you understand how important it is for her to have her wand – do you understand what a waste it would be – she would be - if she loses her magic completely-“
He was angry but she looked angered by his words.
“Do something about it!”
“I’m doing everything about everything!” Snape angrily yelled back at her. “I’m always doing everything!”
Narcissa blinked.
She looked completely taken aback and offended.
He didn’t mean it.
He didn’t mean to be rude and blunt to her.
She was, after all, helping him get through it.
“That’s not what I meant.” Snape said quickly realizing it and reaching for her.
“I know what you meant.” Narcissa said as the hurt had gone away as quickly as it had come.
If any, she looked firm and passive as always.
“She’s confused and desperate and emotional-“
“And you shouldn’t be.” Narcissa cut him out. “You should be in control at all times.”
“She thinks I don’t know – she’s trying every day to keep her magic by doing magic when I’m not around she thinks I’m not aware that she’s desperately practicing at the other room when I’m not around-“
“Let her be as long as she does not do any powerful magic-“
“What do you think the wards are for? It’s to suppress her magic- not just to fucking keep her from getting out and letting the Death Eaters find her-“
“You’re doing your job well in my opinion. Just keep it that way.”
“So easy for you to say these things.” Snape softly said.
Snape let her arm go and Narcissa stared back at his glinting eyes.
“It’s not like that-“
“So easy for you to instruct me into doing these things after what your demented sister has done.”
“I’m trying to help you-“
“Your help will never be enough. She’s destroyed the life of that girl – “
“Don’t be overdramatic.” Narcissa said turning away from him. “She’s going to be fine – she’s under your watch-Severus! “
She suddenly screamed.
Snape grasped her arm so painful that she knew that she was going to earn a bruise over there.
Her eyes were glinting and daring him to hurt her more.
“Severus-“
“Find an answer to this.” Snape threatened her. “Find a way out of this or I swear to you that I’m going to kill your sister the first chance I get.”
Narcissa didn’t say anything.
She was staring at him as if she couldn’t hear him.
“I’m more concerned of you.” Narcissa slowly said. “You’re more of my concern at the moment, Severus. Not the girl. Not Bella.”
Snape let her arm go with an utmost look over his face.
He didn’t understand her but she looked indifferent at the moment.
She looked like she was trying to find something farther and deeper and beyond his black eyes.
“I have to go.” Snape suddenly said moving away from her and taking his things from the wooden table.
“Are you sure you’re feeling well?” she suddenly asked him taking a gentle hand over his.
Snape looked down at her in question.
“Other than feeling murderous because of what your sister did-“
“No, I’m serious.” Narcissa slowly said. “Are you not feeling – somewhat.. different?” she curiously asked him.
Snape stared at her trying to study her gaze.
“No.” Snape answered after a while. “I don’t feel anything that you should be alarmed with.”
Narcissa let his hand go and watched him move towards the other bag and watched him carry them around his shoulders.
“When will I see you again?” Narcissa asked him.
“Until you need me.” Snape simply said getting to the door. “Send me message about your health in three days.”
“I will.” Narcissa answered. “Take good care, Severus.”
“I will.” Snape answered her.
Without turning back, Snape reached for the door and slowly opened it.
He stayed there for a moment as if thinking.
Narcissa stared and she could almost feel that he wanted to say something but didn’t pursue it.
Narcissa took a step forward him in her haste and change of heart but at that very moment, Snape pulled and closed the door behind him without turning back.

“Oh, here they are.” Harry excitedly said as he saw Lupin and Hermione arrived at their reserved area for dinner.
“Harry.” Lupin said raising his hand in greeting.
Harry quickly walked towards them.
He walked past Lupin as if he wasn’t there and went straight for Hermione.
He grabbed her hand and kissed her over the cheek before pulling her towards the table with his arm around her waist.
“So what did you buy?” he asked as he helped her settle next to him over the table.
Fleur and Ginny soon followed Lupin who was quietly watching Harry and smiling at the others.
They already knew Harry’s indifference but it wasn’t the priority at the moment.
“Oh. Just some things.” Hermione answered pointing towards the small paper bag that Lupin handed him the moment he picked her up from where Draco had left her.
Harry’s eyes strayed over the bag to read the label of the store.
He reached out for it to see its contents but Fleur quickly grabbed it before he could.
Harry stared up at her in surprise and annoyance.
Fleur said something in French as she rolled her eyes at him.
“You can’t see it ofcourse before the wedding night.” Fleur said quickly keeping the bag out of his reach.
Harry stared at her then a smile appeared over his face.
Fleur kicked Bill under the table and he laughed and drew out a joke about it which the table quickly took as a sign to laugh to pull his attention.
Harry smiled and laughed.
He kissed her on the cheek and kissed the back of her hand that he had been holding the whole time.
Hermione was silent and she kept things and thoughts to herself.
Draco could only help her if she would remain quiet and passive as much as she could no matter what Harry does.
Right now, the goal is to keep herself ‘the docile Hermione’ in order to keep Harry’s attention away from the trial and from Snape.
Menus were ritually handed and passed around the table and Hermione quietly took hers and Harry’s while Bill tried to keep a conversation with the other Weasleys across the table to keep the table busy.
Hermione gave Lupin a miniature look before breaking eye contact and turning to the part of the menu book that Harry was holding out for her.
Lupin quietly nodded and turned to the menu that he was sharing with Ginny.
Harry looked as excited as he could possibly be as he chose dishes after another while Hermione wasn’t sure what to pick from the selection.
“We can try this.” Hermione said pointing at a bottle over the menu.
Harry took a closer look and saw that it was one of the cheapest wine in the selections.
“I don’t think so.” Harry said. “How about this one?” he pointed at the most expensive one at the menu.
“It’s too expensive, Harry.” Hermione said. “I don’t think we need something that much-“
“I think the best should always be the choice, Mione.” Harry said signaling for the waiter to give them three bottles of it.
“The best choice isn’t always really the best.” Hermione said staring at the waiter as if daring him to write down the order over his small notebook.
Harry brushed his hand up in the air and pointed at the waiter to write it down.
“Why not?” he said pointing a couple of cheese and crackers platter to go with the wine.
“It’s just isn’t always.” Hermione said.
“Well what do you want?” Harry asked her closing the menu before her face. “Second best?”
Hermione was quick to understand what that meant.
She opened her mouth to say something but someone across the table made a really good joke that made a loud noise and ramble of laughter across them.
Harry’s attention was quickly taken off the subject.
Hermione looked away from him and pretended to be interested in something Fleur was telling her and that kept Harry relaxed.
Seeing Hermione busy and interested in their wedding preparations despite all the problems and arguments arising between the two of them calmed him down.
Their wedding was going to happen and that was all that was important to him – no matter the consequences and the people around them.
A wedding was going to happen by hook or by crook.

“Well?” Bellatrix screamed behind her sister. “Don’t tell me you didn’t feel that!”
“I didn’t feel anything.” Narcissa calmly said as she changed into her usual dress robes and out of the travelling cloak she had donned upon herself for the past several hours.
Bellatrix was fuming in anger.
“We’ve travelled very – and I mean very, very far - and you tell me you didn’t feel any magic?”
“I said, I didn’t feel anything.” Narcissa said taking her own travelling cloak off.
“It was practically littered with wards and other protections spells!”
“If someone owns it Bella, I think it makes sense that someone will put wards and protection spells all over its groudns..” Narcissa said staring at her reflection as she began removing her gloves and her earrings.
“No!” Bellatrix angrily said.
Narcissa’s eyes widened at her own sister.
Bellatrix was very hysterical.
“No, no, no! No, Cissy! I felt it – there was magic – great magic embedded in those grounds! Sacred – protected – littered with magic to ensure that it is not an area to be passed!”
“By all means.” Narcissa said rolling her eyes at her. “Go back there then and check for yourself.”
Bellatrix didn’t say anything.
It was a very far and long journey and she wasn’t willing to go back there until she had the Dark Lord to ambush the place and catch Snape red-handed.
“You know I am right.” Bellatrix said. “You know I am right, Cissy. He’s hiding something from us.”
“If you think this will help you and your dear husband in the Dark Lord’s ranks I’m not going to stop you from reporting this.” Narcissa quietly said.
Ofcourse Bellatrix wouldn’t dare do something like that.
If she was wrong, she and her husband would be punished severely.
But deep down she knew she was right – Snape was still on the other side.
But she didn’t have any evidence – no, nothing to hand to the Dark Lord as proof to her statement.
“You’re my sister!” she wailed at Narcissa. “Why wouldn’t you help me with this!”
“Did I not help you?” Narcissa asked turning coldly to her. “Did I not just travel with you for that long to find nothing?”
“You stopped me from exploring the place!”
“No, I didn’t.” Narcissa said. “I absolutely let you-“
“I felt it!” Bellatrix said. “Something is wrong! Something is in that place!”
“Something like what?” Narcissa asked her. “Something like what?”
Bellatrix was fuming in anger.
She look demented and murderous at the same time.
“We were there – in his grounds – I felt it, magic so strong – it was there-“
“Nothing was there.” Narcissa dug into her. “Nothing was ever there, Bella.”
“I felt her magic.” Bellatrix said with a crazy glint in her eyes. “I felt it. That Mudblood’s magical trace was there!”
Narcissa didn’t say anything.
Her face was so passive it didn’t give anything away.
She had hoped against hope that the girl managed to go back through the path she had just taught her to thread to get back to the cottage.
She had felt it too – the magic Bellatrix was describing.
It was quite strong for her kind.
She could almost literally smell her magic waft through the air.
It was too powerful, too strong – too desperate to go back home.
“Stop it, Bella!” Narcissa angrily screamed turning to her.
Bellatrix stopped and was looking stricken.
She was taken aback as Narcissa barely ever lost her temper – let alone to her.
“Cissy-“
“There was nothing there!” she angrily screamed back at her. “There was nothing there! By all means – if you want to go back I’m not going to stop you but let me out of it!”
“Cissy, all I wanted-“
“All you want is to get back at Severus!” Narcissa was already shaking in anger. “You’re relentless and reckless! You just want something against him because you think that Rodulphus deserves the position from which Lucius once had and Severus had been given!”
Bellatrix didn’t say anything.
She now looked dubious of her own sister.
“You speak to me like –“
“Like you’re not the eldest?” Narcissa helped out. “Don’t be a fool, Bella. You were never a real sister to me nor Andromeda.”
Bellatrix stared for a moment.
She looked petrified.
Then she angrily screamed and pulled out her wand and pointed it directly at Narcissa.
“Aunt Bella!”
They both turned.
Draco was standing by the door, eyes wide at Bellatrix’s wand pointed at his mother.
He quickly crossed the room and placed himself before Narcissa.
“Draco. It’s nothing.” Narcissa quickly said holding him over the arm.
Draco moved her hand from him and stared up at Bellatrix.
“I would appreciate if you leave her room now, aunt Bella.” Draco quietly said.
He kept himself between them and Bellatrix looked beyond confused.
She was shaking in anger – she wanted to hurt Narcissa and at the same time she didn’t want to cross Draco.
She had always considered Draco her favourite member of the family.
“Keep a close eye on your mother, Draco.” Bellatrix silkily said lowering her wand and keeping it away as she walked to the door. “I’m telling you that one way or another her protection over your beloved godfather will bring you all to your doom.”
And with that, she walked out and banged the door behind her leaving Draco looking perplexed as he stared back at Narcissa who kept an unreadable cold expression.

Draco had come back to the manor screaming his lungs out.
He had ordered his assistant and servants alike to turn the library, his father’s office – and every part of the manor that has a bookshelf, drawer or cabinet of any sort – that could possibly keep something – of a diary.
They all looked perplexed at his instruction.
He had described to them what they were looking for and had instructed to immediately come to him for anything of the sort that may be found.
Despite all this, he had kept in his head only one place to look for what he was looking for.
It was the only place he could remember and he was bagging in his cloudy memory to find what he had been looking for.
Since the death of his mother all her things had been transferred inside her vast room.
Everything that the lady of the manor owned had been kept inside her own room.
Clothes, jewelries, bags and all sorts of things that she had been garbed and surrounded with had been placed upon her room.
When she had passed away, Draco had immediately become the owner of everything left that of the Black that was Narcissa and the Malfoy that was Lucius.
An only child and only heir – he became one of the wealthiest bachelor in the Wizarding world of Europe.
His wealth was so vast that he could live for ten more lifetimes without enduring any poverty in any of his lifetime.
He was so wealthy that he could atleast buy himself a country or two.
It was extreme and extravagant that only a Malfoy could possibly be.
But he was never happy – never.
He was alone and was still tainted and stigmatized to be the son of a highly-classified and high-convicted murderer and loyalist of the Dark Lord.
No matter what he does, like the Dark Mark burned over his left forearm – he was never going to be able to change people of their thoughts of him.
He will always be a Malfoy.
He used the sacred key to his mother’s room and entered quietly.
He looked around the room – he rarely ever visited it.
Her dresser had been moved aside to make room for the cabinets and some drawers taken out of her old office and library to be placed in this room.
He wasn’t sure if he wanted to see all her belongings and so he ordered them to be kept.
And being there at that moment, he felt a surge of strong emotion.
His eyes were almost at the verge of tears but he had to control himself.
He had a mission.
He was in a time frame.
Remembering this, Draco quickly went to work.
He walked further into the room.
“Lumos!” his wand quickly lit and he looked around him.
Everything seemed in place – orderly and almost clean like the days when his mother was alive.
Here lies everything that had been owned by the lady of the Malfoy manor.
Draco could almost swear that he could smell her very scent in this room and her gentle but cold voice and whisper of his mother as if desperately wanting to tell him something.
Her ghostly apparitions in Draco’s mind will forever haunt him.
Draco set to work.
Trying to focus in his mission – recalling Hermione and how much she’s suffered and was trying her in this – he tried to stay on track despite the emotions that were crawling and drawing him from beneath.
At the very edge of the room he had found what he was looking for.
The old mahogany desk that had been transferred there and had been used by Narcissa in her healthier days when she worked and when she meets people in her office.
It was old and slightly dusty but nevertheless it still held its elegance and beauty.
Draco had to move a couple of things around in order for him to find the side that had the drawers.
He wasn’t sure why it never occurred to him that what they were looking for had always been there.
He had always been curious of that drawer that her mother openly discusses as something she held close and private.
She had warded off her own drawer and not even Lucius could dare touch it.
She was the only one who ever had access to it using her own magic.
Lucius never minded for as long as he could keep certain things and artifacts of his away from Narcissa’s prying eyes.
But Draco felt different.
Something had always been kept in that drawer and now he was sure of it.
Her mother had definitely used that journal he had given him years and years back.
Ofcourse she would use it – no matter how passive and cold she had always been, Narcissa always loved him most.
Why did he ever doubt her mother’s love of him?
He felt slightly guilty as he reached for the drawer and tried to pull it several times knowing it wouldn’t open that way.
He felt guilty that he doubted his own other on her love for him.
Ofcourse she had always loved him.
That’s why she kept a secret as this only for him to find out and answer.
Well, he wouldn’t have figured it out all by himself if it wasn’t for Hermione.
Hermione.
Draco’s eyes lit as he was reminded again of their timeframe.
He slowly knelt before the drawer’s ancient and intricately designed structure.
He stared at it and touched its metal handle and tugged.
It didn’t open ofcourse.
He tugged several more times over the snake-like figure of the handle.
Nothing happened.
He knew he was wasting time.
Snape needed him.
Hermione needed him.
Draco felt slightly nervous for some reason.
Their lives suddenly seemed to depend upon him.
Finally, the answers they had been looking for – the answers that would eventually save his godfather in the hands of the Dementors at Azkaban.
The answer to everything that has been in that cottage.
His hand was slightly shaking as he took out his wand.
He drew his breath and whispered, “Alohamora.”
He sighed heavily and nervously touched the handle and pulled.
Nothing happened.
He pulled again.
It was still locked.
“Alohamora!” he called a little louder and tugged.
There was no click.
It remained locked.
“Alohamora!” Draco said now slightly impatiently.
Nothing still.
It was completely locked.
He sighed heavily, breathing fast and brain running fast.
He was thinking – thinking hard.
Could his mother use something else to keep this lock and closed?
“Think, think.” Draco told himself his eyes running around the lock and the drawer for something that might inspire his head.
He was tugging and pulling but there was nothing.
He pulled several more times to the point of marking his hand painfully.
Nothing.
He pointed his wand and tried several other spells and even two dark spells.
He was growing impatient as sweat flooded his head.
“Damn it.” Draco muttered tugging again. “Fuck. Fuck it.”
His brain was working triple time.
What could be the spell or enchantment to be casted to open it?
Was it that important – whatever Narcissa kept there – was it worth all this wards and enchantments?
He sighed heavily and stood up.
He wildly looked around the room looking for inspirations.
He tried to shake his brains all over on something – anything – that may be the sort of spell or password.
There was seemingly nothing.
Narcissa had favourites but this didn’t make sense.
Narcissa wouldn’t put or cast a protective and secret charm on something that will easily break.
It has to have something to do with her that barely anyone knows about.
Something only she knew about.
Or something very few people knew about.
“Fuck.” Draco angrily said kicking the drawer so hard that it pained the tip of his foot and a small dragon and snake figurine toppled from it.
It broke into half and Draco’s eyes widened in sudden fear and anguish.
“Seriously!” Draco angrily spat bending over and picking up the broken piece.
It was made of a glass-like figure of a dragon and a snake entwined together.
He remembered that her mother had bought it for him from a trip in Scotland where stories of dragons were quite known.
He stared at the now broken glass and figure.
It was one of her mother’s precious gifts to him that he had abandoned in his room and growing up years that her mother finally decided to take it back and keep inside her office.
He stared at it almost tearful and unknowing what to do.
The glass figure of the dragon and snake used to be shimmery and very beautiful and now it was gone.
He missed his mother so much.
Draco was at the verge of tears until something suddenly hit him.
“Fuck.” Draco said realizing something.
It was so sudden that he felt his head spin and his heart race again.
“Fuck. Fuck. Damn it. So stupid.”
Draco quickly let go of the figure and returned to the drawer.
He pointed his wand back at it with his heart thumping very fast.
It was worth a try.
He held his breath and pointed directly at the handle.
“Draco Dormiens.” Draco quietly whispered.
He waited in batted breath.
There was a click.
There was the sound of the unlocking drawer.
He was gaping for a few moments at it and realized that it actually opened up.
His heart was thumping as he held the handle.
Draco slowly pulled up the drawer to reveal the caved inside of it that had been locked for so long and had been kept from him for many years that has been.
He pulled it fully open with his other hand and pointed the tip of his lit wand over the drawer to see its contents with his heart thumping and jumping fast.
Finally the answer.
And as the wand’s tip lit the inside of the drawer, Draco’s brows furrowed at the sudden realization.
The drawer had been sacredly kept and warded carefully, protectively.
It was very obvious at the way it was locked and the only way to open it.
But as he draw his beautiful eyes beneath the gleaming wand’s tip he saw nothing but darkness.
He already knew something was amiss before he could even fully pull open the drawer.
The drawer that he had hoped against hope to have all the answers had nothing.
Draco pulled it open.
The inside of the drawer was completely empty.
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