Hello again! I know, disappear for months, post once, and pop back in twice in one day. This is a side-along of "Empty" byKelsiee.
Draco's P.O.V.
Nothing is the way it should be. I spend each day hoping, praying, that they will never discover my secret. Yet, I pray with equal fervor that they will. Then they will chew me up, spit me out, and set me free.
All I want is to return, slip back in the night the way I did countless times before. I want to wrap my arms around that beautiful woman and inhale her scent. I made the mistake of buying Pansy her perfume as a birthday present. While screaming at me for buying her something so "cheap and floral," Pansy doused me in it, emptying the bottle on me so completely that I reeked of perfume for two weeks. It was the best two weeks I've had in a long time.
I wish I could say I've been horrid to my father and made him pay for this cursed life, but I can't. We hardly speak; that's nothing new. I cannot make him suffer for hiding the truth from me.
My family is cursed. A male heir may only reproduce with a pureblood wife, magical at least four generations back. She wanted children; I couldn't put her through that.
I also could not run from my past. At fifteen, my parents magically sealed my fate with an agreement. I was to marry Pansy. It was foolish to think that agreement died with the Dark Lord. It was foolish to think love could overcome dark magic.
I could not hurt her like that. I meant every word I told her. I did mean to persuade my parents away from old biases. I did love her.
I still remember the cold, dark things I said to her that day in the bedroom.
"We can never be, Mudblood!" I snapped, using that God-awful term as a name. She didn't deserve it. No one did.
"Th- This isn't like you. What are you saying, Draco?" she asked, pleading and confused.
I fixed her with my coldest stare. It hurt so much, but I couldn't let her know that. "Don't use my first name!" I demanded. That pain was welling up inside me so rapidly that I had to look away. I gulped for air and hoped my voice wouldn't crack from emotion. "I can't even look at you! You make me sick!" I hear her gasp, hear the pain as she tries to take in my words. "It's over."
I disapperated back to my home – if it could even be called that – where I broke down sobbing. My flat was filled with the sounds of anguish and sorrow, heartbreak at my own hands. I could have stayed with her and made her my adulteress before I even said "I do," but that wouldn't have been fair to her.
My days out and about with Pansy were horrible. I had to pretend I was in love. It wasn't so hard, as long as I let myself forget it was Pansy and not Hermione standing before me.
She had to think me heartless. She had to go on with her life, for both of us. It was the only way I could keep pretending to live mine.
