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Draco
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Chapter 81 ~ Draco
Draco Malfoy sat in his study, listening to Malina’s songs over and over. His hair had grown to an unruly length and a blonde fuzz covered his angular chin. He sat in a chair, facing the fireplace, a bottle of firewhiskey within hand’s reach on a small table beside him.
Draco’s house elves sat in the corners in silent vigil. They had learned over the past few weeks not to approach him unless he was well within the grip of the alcohol he consumed. It was then they combed his hair and redressed him, forced him to eat something…anything that would nourish him.
The accomplishment of his goal to be free of spying past, Draco now spent his hours consumed with Malina’s music. He lived to hear her voice and dream of her. Life was empty without her presence and the wizard truly felt there was nothing left to live for, despite his youth and the potential for happiness.
He had purchased a powerful potion, a poison that would free him from his pain. Malina had been his everything, and now seemed more so that she was gone. Night after night he listened to her songs, waiting…waiting for the moment he was strong enough to follow her into death.
The wizard was vaguely aware of his servants around him, gently combing his long locks and scourgifying him, all the while pleading that he come back to them, that he end his mourning and live.
“No. No. There’s nothing left to live for. I’ve helped end the Death Eaters and the reign of another despot. It’s over. There’s no more for me to do,” he breathed at them as they keened and cried, “No master. No.”
He had forbidden them to touch the black glass bottle with the death head stopper resting on the table next to him. It had sat there for the past two weeks, Draco unable to bring himself to open it and consume it. He wanted peace, but his instinct for self-preservation thwarted him again and again.
With the elves pleading with him ringing in his ears, Draco fell into a deep sleep. He no longer dreamed. There was only moments of clarity punctuated with moments of darkness.
Once again he floated in the void his mind created…a replica of what death would be like, dark and empty.
As he drifted…he heard a familiar voice.
“Draco.”
He shifted in the chair, tossing fitfully as the voice called him again.
“Draco Malfoy.”
He knew that voice. That lilt. That timbre.
”Malina?” he called back into the darkness.
”Yes,” the voice replied, “It’s me, Draco.”
The wizard felt himself focus as a white shimmering light appeared before him, then a familiar silhouette.
”Malina,” he sighed as the witch he loved walked toward him, looking beautiful and alive, her dark eyes full of love.
“Yes, Draco. I finally managed to come to you. You were so thick with grief I couldn’t get through,” Malina said, taking his hands in hers. Draco stared at her.
”I miss you,” he said.
Malina gave him a small smile.
”I know, Draco…but believe me, I have never left you. I will never leave you,” the witch replied.
Draco’s gray eyes narrowed.
“I want to be with you,” he breathed as he felt the warmth of her hands in his…but he made no move to kiss her. For some reason it felt as if this would be wrong to do.
”I know,” Malina replied, “But it isn’t time Draco. You have so much living left to do. There will be someone else. Someone who will touch your heart and your soul the way I did. There is room for that. There is always room for love.”
Draco scowled.
“I don’t want another love, Malina. Only yours,” he said, tightening his hold on her.
“Draco, love is the thing that makes life worth living. It is a constant. You have to be open to it,” she said softly.
“No. No. You are the love of my life,” he said firmly.
“I’ve moved beyond life. I’m in another place…a beautiful place Draco. You must live in your place. You have so much to offer,” she replied.
Draco studied her. She was so lovely, so real. He could feel her warmth, her being.
“I want to be with you. Life is nothing without you,” he said softly.
Suddenly Malina pulled her hands away from him, scowling blackly.
”I swear Draco, if you don’t make an effort to live, when you come here I will have nothing to do with you. You won’t see me and you won’t find me. I will not wait for a quitter,” she snapped, “You have no right to end a life that was a gift to you. I thought I meant something to you.”
”You did. You do,” Draco said, wishing she would take his hands again.
”If I did, you would do your best to appreciate the life you have. You wouldn’t throw it away, Draco. I loved life. You turning away from it shows me you don’t care how precious I believed it was. That I believed it is,” she said darkly, “Even now you have a poison next to you, ready to consume it and abandon the gift you have…for me. But it won’t be for me, Draco. It will be because you have given up. I won’t accept the guilt for that.”
Draco felt his heart shudder in his chest. He didn’t want Malina to feel guilty about any decision he made.
“What would you have me do, Malina? I miss you so much I can’t bear to see the next sunrise,” Draco said.
“Get over it. There is a whole life ahead of you and I expect you to live it to the fullest,” she replied, “You have so much to offer and there are so many on earth that could benefit from your love and care. I’m beyond that now. I am at peace and happy…but I would be happier if you would just move on. Make me happy, Draco. Live. Live and be happy.”
Draco stared into Malina’s beautiful dark eyes and felt her love and hope wash over him. It would make her happy for him to continue, much happier than if he followed her to death. The wizard made his choice.
“Very well, Malina. I won’t follow you. I’ll try to live my life with hope and joy. But I doubt I will ever find the love I had with you,” he said.
Malina gave him a beautiful smile.
”Don’t try to find the same love, Draco, just a love that touches you. That’s all I ask,” she said softly, taking his hands again, then leaning forward and kissing him gently on the lips. He could feel the contact and the sweetness washing over him, a sweetness he had greatly missed.
“You found my song,” she said to him.
“Yes, I did. It’s beautiful,” Draco said to her.
“It’s a song meant to be shared. It is meaningless without someone to share it with, Draco. I want you to share it with someone it will have meaning for. With someone who has a love like we had,” she said softly.
”I don’t know anyone like that,” he said, “And besides…no one could sing it the way you would.”
“If you promise to give the song to someone who deserves it…who would understand it, Draco…I will sing it for you,” Malina said, “I will sing it with all the love I contain for you…and you will pass it on. It will serve as a balm for you and whoever you share it with. Surely you know someone.”
Malina’s dark eyes were filled with a knowing glow. Draco stared at her a moment, searching his brain for someone, anyone who might feel the depth of her lyrics.
Then he knew.
”Sing it for me, Malina,” he breathed, “Sing it for me and I will take it to someone who will feel every word.”
Malina smiled…and then…began to sing.
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A/N: A short chapter…but kind of moving. I think you all know where this is going. Thanks for reading.
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Chapter 81 ~ Draco
Draco Malfoy sat in his study, listening to Malina’s songs over and over. His hair had grown to an unruly length and a blonde fuzz covered his angular chin. He sat in a chair, facing the fireplace, a bottle of firewhiskey within hand’s reach on a small table beside him.
Draco’s house elves sat in the corners in silent vigil. They had learned over the past few weeks not to approach him unless he was well within the grip of the alcohol he consumed. It was then they combed his hair and redressed him, forced him to eat something…anything that would nourish him.
The accomplishment of his goal to be free of spying past, Draco now spent his hours consumed with Malina’s music. He lived to hear her voice and dream of her. Life was empty without her presence and the wizard truly felt there was nothing left to live for, despite his youth and the potential for happiness.
He had purchased a powerful potion, a poison that would free him from his pain. Malina had been his everything, and now seemed more so that she was gone. Night after night he listened to her songs, waiting…waiting for the moment he was strong enough to follow her into death.
The wizard was vaguely aware of his servants around him, gently combing his long locks and scourgifying him, all the while pleading that he come back to them, that he end his mourning and live.
“No. No. There’s nothing left to live for. I’ve helped end the Death Eaters and the reign of another despot. It’s over. There’s no more for me to do,” he breathed at them as they keened and cried, “No master. No.”
He had forbidden them to touch the black glass bottle with the death head stopper resting on the table next to him. It had sat there for the past two weeks, Draco unable to bring himself to open it and consume it. He wanted peace, but his instinct for self-preservation thwarted him again and again.
With the elves pleading with him ringing in his ears, Draco fell into a deep sleep. He no longer dreamed. There was only moments of clarity punctuated with moments of darkness.
Once again he floated in the void his mind created…a replica of what death would be like, dark and empty.
As he drifted…he heard a familiar voice.
“Draco.”
He shifted in the chair, tossing fitfully as the voice called him again.
“Draco Malfoy.”
He knew that voice. That lilt. That timbre.
”Malina?” he called back into the darkness.
”Yes,” the voice replied, “It’s me, Draco.”
The wizard felt himself focus as a white shimmering light appeared before him, then a familiar silhouette.
”Malina,” he sighed as the witch he loved walked toward him, looking beautiful and alive, her dark eyes full of love.
“Yes, Draco. I finally managed to come to you. You were so thick with grief I couldn’t get through,” Malina said, taking his hands in hers. Draco stared at her.
”I miss you,” he said.
Malina gave him a small smile.
”I know, Draco…but believe me, I have never left you. I will never leave you,” the witch replied.
Draco’s gray eyes narrowed.
“I want to be with you,” he breathed as he felt the warmth of her hands in his…but he made no move to kiss her. For some reason it felt as if this would be wrong to do.
”I know,” Malina replied, “But it isn’t time Draco. You have so much living left to do. There will be someone else. Someone who will touch your heart and your soul the way I did. There is room for that. There is always room for love.”
Draco scowled.
“I don’t want another love, Malina. Only yours,” he said, tightening his hold on her.
“Draco, love is the thing that makes life worth living. It is a constant. You have to be open to it,” she said softly.
“No. No. You are the love of my life,” he said firmly.
“I’ve moved beyond life. I’m in another place…a beautiful place Draco. You must live in your place. You have so much to offer,” she replied.
Draco studied her. She was so lovely, so real. He could feel her warmth, her being.
“I want to be with you. Life is nothing without you,” he said softly.
Suddenly Malina pulled her hands away from him, scowling blackly.
”I swear Draco, if you don’t make an effort to live, when you come here I will have nothing to do with you. You won’t see me and you won’t find me. I will not wait for a quitter,” she snapped, “You have no right to end a life that was a gift to you. I thought I meant something to you.”
”You did. You do,” Draco said, wishing she would take his hands again.
”If I did, you would do your best to appreciate the life you have. You wouldn’t throw it away, Draco. I loved life. You turning away from it shows me you don’t care how precious I believed it was. That I believed it is,” she said darkly, “Even now you have a poison next to you, ready to consume it and abandon the gift you have…for me. But it won’t be for me, Draco. It will be because you have given up. I won’t accept the guilt for that.”
Draco felt his heart shudder in his chest. He didn’t want Malina to feel guilty about any decision he made.
“What would you have me do, Malina? I miss you so much I can’t bear to see the next sunrise,” Draco said.
“Get over it. There is a whole life ahead of you and I expect you to live it to the fullest,” she replied, “You have so much to offer and there are so many on earth that could benefit from your love and care. I’m beyond that now. I am at peace and happy…but I would be happier if you would just move on. Make me happy, Draco. Live. Live and be happy.”
Draco stared into Malina’s beautiful dark eyes and felt her love and hope wash over him. It would make her happy for him to continue, much happier than if he followed her to death. The wizard made his choice.
“Very well, Malina. I won’t follow you. I’ll try to live my life with hope and joy. But I doubt I will ever find the love I had with you,” he said.
Malina gave him a beautiful smile.
”Don’t try to find the same love, Draco, just a love that touches you. That’s all I ask,” she said softly, taking his hands again, then leaning forward and kissing him gently on the lips. He could feel the contact and the sweetness washing over him, a sweetness he had greatly missed.
“You found my song,” she said to him.
“Yes, I did. It’s beautiful,” Draco said to her.
“It’s a song meant to be shared. It is meaningless without someone to share it with, Draco. I want you to share it with someone it will have meaning for. With someone who has a love like we had,” she said softly.
”I don’t know anyone like that,” he said, “And besides…no one could sing it the way you would.”
“If you promise to give the song to someone who deserves it…who would understand it, Draco…I will sing it for you,” Malina said, “I will sing it with all the love I contain for you…and you will pass it on. It will serve as a balm for you and whoever you share it with. Surely you know someone.”
Malina’s dark eyes were filled with a knowing glow. Draco stared at her a moment, searching his brain for someone, anyone who might feel the depth of her lyrics.
Then he knew.
”Sing it for me, Malina,” he breathed, “Sing it for me and I will take it to someone who will feel every word.”
Malina smiled…and then…began to sing.
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A/N: A short chapter…but kind of moving. I think you all know where this is going. Thanks for reading.